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RR Vignettes #4 - Francesca Burlusconi

Chapter 1 - Two Participants Meet

With her bare feet firmly planted on the foamy, spongey yoga mat, Francesca Burlusconi took a deep breath and began flowing through sun salutations. It was a warm day for sure, the sun smiling down on the 26-year old Italian woman’s motivated workout.  She’d only just rolled out the mat in her large fenced-in backyard 5 minutes ago and she was already feeling beads of sweat trickling down her temples, neck and back.

Fran worked through several poses, the heat further igniting her muscles and enhancing her awareness of the increasing flexibility. Waves of flexing and relaxation permeated throughout the muscles of her arms, stomach, thighs, and glutes. Accumulating perspiration tickled the tip of Fran’s nose as she worked through, distracting herself in her music.  She watched the tiny droplets of sweat collect at the tip of her nose and cheek, gathering too much mass and weight to avoid gravity’s influence, plummeting to the foam yoga mat below.  Some of the droplets splashed atop the black mat during her time in poses like Downward Facing Dog, immediately absorbed into the otherwise arid, hot foam.  Other droplets fell atop her bare foot, either rolling down the side of her sole or between her toes.  She also felt beads of sweat touring the curve of her arched lower back, some droplets absorbing into the already damp material of her leggings while many others continued their journey beyond the gate of her high-waisted band of her green yoga pants and down her panties, ultimately disappearing into her increasingly slippery crack.

She felt her core engaging as she slowly entered Reverse Warrior. It was one of several poses with which Fran had problems, evident from her rapidly wiggling toes struggling to maintain the balance of her thick body. She was almost in the clear but her ADHD was triggered by an adorable brown rabbit in her yard.

The adorable brown rabbit skittishly sprinted away from the 26-year old Italian woman clumsily plopping down on her yoga matt.  It was a good thing there was so much padding…both in the yoga mat and in her ample booty.

Fran picked herself up, leaving behind a wide ass-print on the yoga mat.  She’d come back to Reverse Warrior another day. There were far easier poses that looked just as good to work through.

When Fran moved on to Pigeon about 10 minutes later, her immense glutes experienced a gentle opening, releasing stored tension and tightness. Sweltering heat escaped from between her parting cheeks as if the area between them were a convection oven, the heat joining the already hot air of her backyard.  Her bountiful cheeks worked dynamically to lift her hips and support her lower back as she transitioned through hip-opening exercises like Bridge and Wheel. She found the inversion and balancing poses challenging and a little frustrating but she welcomed the consequential tightening and toning of her ample, curvaceous glutes.

In her favorite pose, High Lunge, the 26-year old woman consciously activated her plump buns, squeezing them tightly to add an extra element of toning and control to her practice.  Fran let out a long sigh of relief when she heard the timer on her cell phone going off and she collapsed with a forceful plop onto the sweat-splashed gray yoga mat.  Her damp buns practically sizzled as the heat of the dark mat transferred delightfully through the spongy foam and into the pliable but compressed flesh of Fran’s splaying ass cheeks.

“Thank god…” The Italian woman huffed out loud, leaning back into a supine position and dabbing her face with a fresh and clean towel.  She donned her favorite pair of bug-lens sunglasses, more than adequately sized to protect the 26-year old’s eyes from the sun as she extended the well-earned break lying on her back.

Hot yoga was her most recent passion, but the only thing stronger than Fran’s interest in trendy hobbies was her lack of attention span and ability to follow through with them.  Last month she’d activated her truest passions when she discovered calligraphy.

A month after that, it was candle-making.

Then urban gardening.

Then photography.

But she was sure this time!  She’d found her calling in hot yoga for sure, and just in time for the sweltering heat of July!

Fran reached for her phone, face-down in the grass next to her yoga mat and then rolled over onto her stomach, entering the Sphinx pose.  The sun baked her wrinkled bare soles and the heat lingered intensely between her pulsing, engaged glutes as she checked her phone.

A few emails.  A few new Instagram followers.  And then lastly a text.

She didn’t recognize the number, but the message brought a smile of remembrance to her face.

‘Hi!  This is Nina Beckett! Dr. Walker said I should text you for your address.  I can leave my mom’s house at nooooooon! :-)

With her rolled yoga mat tucked under her arm, Fran opened the sliding glass door into her home. Carelessly tracking dirt and grass into her kitchen, Fran dropped the yoga mat halfway to the fridge and pulled out the ingredients for a nice, rejuvenating Frozen Margarita.  Goosebumps sprout over her body from the cooling sensation of the delightful air conditioning and the icy, tangy liquid felt wonderful against her lips and tongue.

Despite the rapid evaporation of the perspiration on the 26-year old’s neck, shoulders, and arms, Fran could tell that little heat had dissipated from down below; her ample derriere greedily holding onto the heat and perspiration that accumulated during the heavy workout.

Fran left the ingredients for her cold beverage out on the counter.

The ingredients, the yoga mat, the dirt and grass….all of that would be taken care of by the maid who was due to arrive any minute now.

“There are more important things to think about right now.” Fran said with a smirk, her left hand snaking down her body to land on the underside of her heavy left ass cheek.

“God, they’re wet.” Fran chuckled, feeling a particular dampness at the center of her skin-tight yoga pants.  She set her drink down and hooked both of her thumbs into either side of her tight waistband and began tugging down.

“I guess we should clean up if we’re going to have company.” Fran said out loud as she freed the abundant, plentiful clammy flesh of her ass cheeks.

She was not alone but she knew her voice fell on deaf ears.  Her round cheeks were far too large and the dense, the pillowy flesh far too insulating for any sound to permeate that deep, dark space between.

She stepped out of the yoga pants, her panties conveniently refusing to separate. Fran kicked them with her bare foot into a crumpled wet pile of gray and hot pink vaguely next to her yoga mat. With a rehearsed precision earned over the course of years, Fran’s fingers gilded between her bare wet cheeks, immediately finding the well-behaved and easily forgotten treasure buried so deeply within.

A slight jiggle radiated out in all directions of Fran’s doughy, spherical butt cheeks as they returned to their normal position immediately after her fingers left her crack.  She raised the hand to her face, its fingers and its prize glistening with Fran’s perspiration.

“Good morning, Lindsay.” Fran sang with sweet condescension.

“Good morning, Goddess Fran,” Lindsay replied.

The poor little thing looked so groggy and disheveled but Fran had to give her a little credit as a rehearsed pep and cheerfulness did its darndest to float to the top.

Her once luscious mane of golden, textured blonde locks took on new dimensions of chaos and array in the many years that passed.  Strands of hair that once flowed with vibrancy and group conformity now resembled a forest of wild, anarchic golden tangles saturated in sweat.  In fact, the perspiration extended well beyond her tousled locks.  The tiny blonde beauty’s entire nude body carried a salty shimmer, accentuating her flat stomach and spherical, perky bare breasts.  It’d be impossible to determine how much of the shine came from her own perspiration and how much came from Fran’s crack, but the Italian woman assumed that it mostly came from the latter.

“Is it…Saturday already?” Lindsay asked.  Her eyes had retained most of their striking beauty but they were unmistakably groggy and fatigued.  Her once bright blue irises now appeared dimmer, reflecting the weariness and confusion of her life in Fran’s custody.

“No, dear.  It’s only Tuesday.” Fran chuckled, “I’ve let you out early for a very, very special occasion.”

Lindsay’s head tilted as if she were a tiny, woodland animal trying to understand the decisions of its mother.  It seemed logical to think that Lindsay’s perception of passing time would improve proportionately with her increasing experience in gluteal confinement, at least that’s what the two fancy doctors at RR Labs told her.

In reality, Lindsay’s time perception while stuffed up between Fran’s butt cheeks seemed to degrade over the years.

She smiled down at the naked disheveled blonde wrapped in her fingers, gently stroking the tiny woman’s face and chest, “You’re going to meet one of Goddess Fran’s new friends.”

Lindsay had been leaning affectionately into Fran’s stroking finger, relaxing her frame and happily accepting Fran’s scratches to her scalp and the rubbing of her round, bare breasts. Now, having heard Fran’s statement about friends, Lindsay’s body had stiffened so much that Fran could actually feel Lindsays’ curvy bare butt cheeks against her palm tighten up and her eyes widened with concern.

Fran knew exactly why Lindsay might have been less-than-excited about a new friend coming over.

Usually whenever Fran had company, Lindsay was passed around like a collection plate at church. The poor little thing already looked uncomfortable with being disturbed from her confinement in Fran’s rear so Fran understood Lindsay’s concern at the thought of today being spent touring several other rears.

She found it hilarious and adorable, but she understood.

“Ohh?  Is it…Miss Janice? Or…it’s not–I mean…is it Goddess Lucy?” Lindsay asked timidly.

“No, you silly girl!  Not my sisters!” Fran let out a loud, obnoxious cackle, her lone fingertip continuing to tease Lindsay’s perky, pale, glistening breasts.

‘And goodness…did she ever MEET those two!’ Fran thought to herself.

Fran continued out loud, “I told you it's a NEW friend..one you haven’t met before.”

There was some semblance of hope on Lindsay’s face, but still a fair amount of fear.  As much as Fran enjoyed it, seeing the cute little girl’s face brighten would have its own unique value.

“I’ll give you a hint.  This NEW friend that’s coming over.  She’s also a friend of Miss Katie and Miss Alex.”

Lindsay’s eyes lit up and Fran chuckled.

“I know it was a long, LOOOOONG time ago, but do you remember them?”

“Of course I do!” Lindsay piped, “they gave me to you!”

“That’s right, sweetheart! They sure did!” Fran chuckled, reminiscing briefly on that interesting day and then returned to the subject of company.  “Anyway, Goddess Fran’s new friend…she’s a new..hmm” Fran tickled her chin, trying to think of the words, “...well..she’s a ‘new-ish’ Participant in need of some mentorship…and wouldn’t it just make perfect sense that Miss Alex would ask me to help her?”

“It makes perfect sense, Goddess Fran! But so…”

The wheels in Lindsay’s pretty little head were spinning.  She didn’t often get moments like this to think so critically.

“I’ll get to see someone as little as me?!” Lindsay asked in disbelief.

“Well, it’d be pretty silly if Nina didn’t take her boy out of her bottom at some point during the visit, don’t you think?”

“Ohhhh!!!  He’s….a BOY?!?!?” Lindsay squealed in disbelief.

“Of course he is, you silly girl!” Fran cackled, observing both of Lindsay’s nipples stiffening.  “You know I told you that you’re one of the only pretty little ladies in this program.”

Lindsay’s breasts bounced as she kicked her legs excitedly, her tiny bare feet slapping against Fran’s hand.

“Oh, can I say hi to him if she takes him out, Goddess Fran?” Lindsay asked, literally clasping her hands in prayer to the goddess that controlled every aspect of her life. “Pleeeeease???”

Fran tickled her chin for a moment, allowing Lindsay to stare up in anticipation before finally replying.

“Well……I think it’ll be up to Nina if you can but since you’ve been so good lately…I don’t see why not.”

“Yay!! Thank you, Goddess Fran! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” Lindsay squeaked, rapidly peppering Fran’s wet fingers with kisses.

“Oh, I’m so excited, Goddess Fran!  When is your new friend and her boy getting here?”

“Look how impatient my little Lindsay is!” Fran snickered, “..they’re going to get here at about 1 pm.  Can you still tell time, Lindsay?”

Lindsay’s pretty little blue eyes darted over to the analog clock on the wall.

“I can, Goddess Fran!” Lindsay replied proudly, but the girl spent more than a few seconds staring at the analog clock.  Fran did her best to avoid laughing into Lindsay’s face as she struggled quietly to interpret the clock.

“Is it….8:30 AM?” Lindsay asked quietly and timidly.

Fran smiled and silently nodded. Excitement returned to her face at the correct assessment, but then her brow wrinkled when she realized how early in the day it was.

“Well, it looks like you’re going to have to be patient, my dear!”

“I’ll try, Goddess Fran.  I really will.  I’m just so excited to meet him.” Lindsay said, then quickly added, “...and her!”

“I’m sure they’re just as excited to meet you!  You’re going to be very helpful today, you know. Showing Nina what a good girl you are and all. You’ve come a long way since we first met, Lindsay.”

“I know, Goddess Fran.  It makes my heart so happy to think that you’re proud of me.” Lindsay chirped.

“I’m MOSTLY proud of you, Lindsay.  You’ve still got a bit further to go, but you’re doing so good for your Goddess Fran.”

“Do you think your friend might let her boy give me a hug?” Lindsay asked sweetly, her hands clasped over her chest.”

Laughter and spittle spurted from Fran’s lips and hit Lindsay’s blushing face.  She clutched her chest as if to hold a heart either swelling or breaking.

“Is little Lindsay in love already? Does she want the sweet prince to sweep you off your feet?” Fran giggled, “You’ve not even met him yet!”

“I know, Goddess Fran. I’m just excited to…meet someone as small as me.” Lindsay blushed and pouted.

Fran resumed stroking Lindsay’s breasts and belly, “Oh, girl.  Don’t worry, I get it.

Lindsay smiled with a smitten reverence for Fran.  “Is it okay if I go back in my home, Goddess Fran? Until your friend gets here?”

“No, Lindsay.  Not just yet.  Oh, don’t you dare pout!” Fran chuckled down at the miniature woman in her hand, “Goddess Fran is going to need a long shower after that workout, what with company coming over and all.  But if you behave, you can go home right after your Goddess is out of the shower and has dried herself off.”

Lindsay’s pout turned to a grin, “Okay, Goddess Fran!  Is it okay if I work on my project while you shower?”

Fran’s brow wrinkled for a moment as she tried to remember what her little butt-companion was talking about. A laugh escaped her lips as the memory returned.

“Oh, your big important project, that’s right.” Fran replied, her voice dripping with condescension. “Of course, dear.”

Fran slid her tanktop up and over her shoulders as she walked toward her bedroom and it landed in a crumpled, wet pile of cotton much like her yoga pants in the kitchen.

‘The maid would get those, too.’

She entered her bedroom completely naked, just as naked as Lindsay was 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and dropped down to her knees at the foot of her bed.  She reached in under the bed and pulled out a pair of white and teal flip-flops and set Lindsay atop the left one.  It had three distinct toe prints from Fran’s big toe, second toe, and third toe.  The fourth and pinky toe prints were there as well, but they were very faded and smudged, almost completely lifted from the sole of the flip flop.  The other flip flop was completely clean, looking brand new compared to the one Lindsay stood upon.

Lindsay immediately dropped to her hands and knees and began lapping at one of the fresh, untouched toe prints.

Fran snickered down at her little Lindsay, “You’re doing so good, my dear.”

The 26-year old glanced over at her nightstand table where a prescription medicine bottle rested next to her alarm clock.  It looked like the traditional prescription bottles but instead of amber orange, the bottle was purple.  “And remember…it's good for you, too! If you somehow didn’t get enough during your Goddess’s workout just now.”

Lindsay looked up just long enough to nod vehemently in agreement before burying her cute face back into the toe print.

Fran grabbed a fresh pair of underwear from her drawer and set out her outfit for the day at the foot of her bed. She selected a white crop top, pristine white to complement her sun-kissed complexion

Before entering her bathroom to wash the heavy workout from her thick body, Fran looked once more at Lindsay, out in the open on her bedroom floor dutifully licking at the dirty toe prints of her well-worn sandals. It would be another few weeks before Lindsay’s lips and tongue would fully restore those flip flops to their new condition.

Fran was excited to see how quickly her heels, soles, and toes could erase all of Lindsay’s hard work.

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Fran wiggled her toes rhythmically, anchored by her heels atop her living room coffee table as she scrolled through Instagram, half-listening to Grey’s Anatomy playing on her wall-mounted television.

She shifted her wide hips into the comfy cushion, feeling her little Lindsay wedging deeper into her crack when she heard a series of rapid knocks from off in the distance.

As Fran made her way to the door, she reached a single hand down the back of her skin-tight leggings and pulled her massive left cheek from her sister just far enough for sound to enter her crack.

“She’s here.” Fran said with a smile and then released her cheek, appreciating the way the jiggly flesh bounced right back into position around her little Lindsay. Lindsay had stopped struggling within her home in Fran’s crack years ago but there were a few exceptions of course.

Fran’s ass cheeks were BIG.

Big even for a normal sized person, let alone someone as small as Lindsay living between them!  Naturally, her big cheeks would bounce and shift when she walked, sometimes pulling little Lindsay in deeper and sometimes pushing her outward.  She couldn’t blame little Lindsay for trying to get cozy in her big jiggly home…especially if it was exceptionally slippery back there like from today’s workout.  There were also times when Lindsay would be tasked to partner up with Fran’s bedside rabbit.  The vibrating hot pink device would take care of the front while Lindsay took care of the back and oh, did they make a great team!

Struggling was more than okay in those moments!

But now Lindsay was squirming around like it was her first week in Fran’s crack.  Fran could have punished her or jiggled her cheeks violently to make her stop, but she only rolled her eyes at the show of emotion.

‘She’s excited..’ Fran laughed, patting her bulbous spherical cheeks.

The cute little thing could barely stand still as Fran bathed her in the sink, flooding Fran with questions about Nina and her boy.  Fran would have loved to tell her but she knew so very little herself, only that Nina was in need of some guidance.

Fran was about to open the door when she heard another set of knocks.  It hadn’t been more than 10 seconds since the first set.

“Ugh….this girl better not be annoying..” Fran thought, her hand circling the brass doorknob and pulling open her front door.

Nina Beckett stood facing away from Fran on her doorstep, her attention absorbed into her phone screen.  Fran thought that she was searching for reception, but a closer look at her phone screen revealed that she had snapped a selfie standing in front of Fran’s door and as she slowly turned to face Fran, her attention remained fixed on her phone, navigating the Instagram menu to post the picture.

Fran immediately recognized that Nina epitomized the quintessential valley girl aesthetic, effortlessly capturing attention wherever she went with an air of unearned wealth and natural self-assuredness.  She’d carried that demeanor and entitlement to Fran’s front door, which was fine for now.

Living in California, Fran knew plenty of girls like her.

Growing up in California, Fran was a bit like her.

Her long, bleach-blonde hair cascaded down several inches past her shoulders, straight and well-maintained which concealed the arms of her designer sunglasses as they disappeared into her mane.  The roots of her dirty blonde hair peeked out subtly, only visible to a discerning and observant eye not wholly distracted by the girl’s pretty young face, her display of cleavage, or her preposterously large ass.

An expensive designer zip-up hoodie, light and gray, clung to Nina’s form and accentuated her narrow waist. It was zipped up only halfway, revealing a simple white shirt with a plunging neckline that offered up a distracting view of cleavage.

Fran recognized the black yoga pants cloaking the young girl’s lower half like a second skin.  They appeared simple but Fran knew how expensive they were.  To put it simply, her maid would have had to save for months.  The sumptuous fabric embraced the curves of Nina’s ample backside with a sinful tightness, leaving no doubt about the intoxicating power it effortlessly held over any poor, simple boy who dared cast their gaze upon it.

The uniform tightness of the garment relented only slightly as it tapered downward, ending a few inches below her knees.

“You must be Nina.” Fran said.

“That’s me!  It’s really nice to meet you.” Nina replied, anchoring her sunglasses atop her golden mane.

“Mm-hmm.” Fran responded, looking at her phone screen and then back up at Nina with a raised eyebrow.  “Car troubles?”

Nina looked at her own phone and her facial expression soured, indicating to Fran that the oblivious girl’s lateness was a brand new revelation.

“Maybe it's a daylight savings time thing?” Nina replied unconvincingly, looking down at her phone.

There was far more sass in Nina’s response than sincerity, but it didn’t bother Fran.  In fact, as a woman with her fair share of sass, Fran actually appreciated it…as long as it didn’t get too out of control.

Fran observed Nina’s fingers danced over the screen and she began tapping her bare foot impatiently. Nina’s greenish-brown eyes snapped from her phone screen down to Fran’s bare foot, aware of Fran’s counter-sass.

“Kay…sorry!”The blonde responded by hurriedly stuffing her phone in her purse.

“It’s no problem. Why don’t you come in?” Fran said, stepping backwards into her own home and gesturing toward the floor, “You can leave your flip flops here.  No shoes inside.”

Nina ran her hands over her plump, full backside before plopping down on the loveseat adjacent to Fran. She wiggled her hips, getting comfortable in the seat.

“So when Dr. Walker and Dr. Bexley told me that I needed to come see you, I was expecting someone much older.”

“Is that right?” Fran firmly parked her large rear back into the same cushion on her couch. “Why’s that?”

Nina continued, “They said you’ve had your subject for like 8 years.”

“It’ll be 9 years this September.”

“Wow, you’ve had your subject for that long??? I was only 9 years old!” Nina laughed, “You must have gotten yours when you were really young, huh?”

“Oh yeah, I had only just turned 18 a few days before.”

“No way, me too!” Nina said, pressing her hand against her chest with her mouth agape.

Fran chuckled along with the amused Nina and continued, “I rushed into a lot of dumb stuff when I was younger…and I rushed into this all the same…” Fran crossed her left leg over her right and ran her fingers along the underside of her left cheek, “...but getting in early on this experiment was one of the best things I ever did.”

“Really?” Nina asked, leaning in.

“Oh yeah, of course.  You saw the pay, right?”

Nina scoffed, leaning back in her seat and waving her hand dismissively, “Oh, yeah.  I don’t really care too much about that.  My allowance from my Mom is more than that.”

‘Oh, this one is interesting.’ Fran thought, ‘bitchy but interesting.’

“Is that right?  Why are you in the experiment then?”

Nina rolled her eyes and huffed, “Ugh…because my mom said I have to learn about responsibility and unless I can take care of a subject for at least a year, she’s going to stop giving me my allowance.”

“Hmm…how old are you?”

“I turned 18 in January.” Nina replied.

“Interesting.  Well, that sounds like a great deal.  I would’ve done the exact same thing!” Fran said, picking up her phone and swiping through some of her recent text messages.

“So Dr. Walker tells me that you need some help with ‘subject retention’?” Fran asked, emphasizing air quotes.

Nina rolled her eyes again, “I guess I’ve had a few problems before, but they were barely my fault!”

“What happened?”

Nina crossed her arms, “The first one I lent to my friend who wanted to try him out…but then she lent him to one of HER friends..who lent him to another friend, yada yada yada. You know how that goes.”

Fran nodded, “I’m still waiting to get my favorite pair of golden hoop earrings back from one of my girlfriends.”

Nina giggled and continued, “I tried tracking him down for like a full day but I guess whoever had him last either lost him or just kept him.”

“I see…” Fran replied.

“...so I blame Olivia for that one.”

“Hmm….okay.  You said ‘first one’.  Was there a second one?” Fran asked.

“Mm-hmm!”  Nina replied, taking a sip of her cherry coke, “The next one I’m pretty sure I lost at a Taylor Swift concert.”

“Gotcha…” Fran replied, “...was he in your butt?”

“Yeah the whole time!  Until he wasn’t, I guess.  Thinking back to it, I probably should have worn underwear under my dress but in my defense that little thing was CONSTANTLY trying to get out of my butt.  If he’d have just stayed put there would have been no problems…but he just haaaaad to try and get out.”

“Okay, so I think–” Fran started but Nina interrupted.

“And then the third one…well…”

‘Jesus, this girl…’ Fran thought to herself with a chuckle.

“I brought him to the beach with me.” Nina continued, “...he stayed in my butt the whole day until I went out to cool off in the water but at that point…between the sweat and tanning lotion that probably dripped down between my cheeks, he definitely wasn’t deep enough in my crack…” Nina smiled sheepishly, “...and I kinda lost him in the ocean.  I guess that one was mostly my fault.”

“Hmm..yeah it's best to tuck them all the way up inside of you if you’re going to be swimming.”

“Yeah, I thought about that on the drive home.”

“So wait..you got your first subject on your 18th birthday…when was that?”

“January 19th.” Nina replied.

“…and you’ve been through three already?”

“Mm-hmm!” Nina replied, taking another sip of her cherry coke.

“It’s been six months, girl!” Fran chuckled.

“Ugh, I know right?  Everyone’s got a cute little quirk…one of mine is just that I forget stuff sometimes.”

“It’s okay, lesson learned!” Fran said.  “Well, I understand now why Dr. Walker wanted you to come over and chat with me.  I think I can offer some pretty good advice and insight into your ‘subject retention issues’.” Fran air-quoted again.

Fran’s skepticism over Nina’s abilities as a Participant had started low and were steadily declining. She was a cute, confident girl that reminded Fran a bit of herself when she was that age, but that was at least a little bit part of the problem here! Still, Fran owed an awful lot to RR Labs and she was happy to help where she could…and the $5,000 check for mentoring Nina sure didn’t hurt either!

As simple as keeping a tiny little person buried in your butt might seem, there were plenty of little nuances of rear-housing that Fran had learned over the past decade with her little Lindsay.  It was quite a journey!

Fran couldn’t say she was optimistic about Nina’s little subject making it much further than the previous three but maybe with Fran’s help, he could make it a few months.

Maybe Fran could set Nina up with some good advice on gluteal confinement.

Maybe Fran could teach Nina a little bit about the teamwork necessary to make rear-housing work.

Fran stood up from the sofa, running a hand over her ample buttocks.  She wanted Nina to see that there was always a bigger ass…and the blonde girl was more focused on it now than she ever was on her phone.

“Maybe it’s time that you meet my little Lindsay.” Fran said with a smile, her epic globes jiggling as she gently patted them.

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RR Vignettes #4 - Francesca Burlusconi

Chapter 2 - There's Always a SMALLER Fish

[2011-06-14]

Fran stood up from the sofa, running a hand over her ample buttocks.  She wanted Nina to see that there was always a bigger ass…and the blonde girl was more focused on it now than she ever was on her phone.

“Maybe it’s time that you meet my little Lindsay.” Fran said with a smile, her epic globes jiggling as she gently patted them.

The slightly older woman chuckled to herself, marveling at the fascination in Nina’s eyes.  The cute young blonde clearly wasn’t used to being outshined.  Fran had to give Nina credit though; Nina’s expression were a canvass, there were clear and distinct mixes of jealousy and envy sure, but also intrigue and even a little respect!

“Wait a sec. Your subject’s name is LINDSAY!?” Nina asked curiously looking up at Fran.

“They called her subject-F013t when I got her.” Fran chuckled, slipping the extended fingertips of her right hand along the smooth skin of her broad lower back and down the back of her yoga pants.  “But once they belong to you, you can name them whatever you like.”

The hand underneath her yoga pants stopped moving for a moment, the fingers curving over the hemisphere of one of her cheeks as Fran thought in silence.

“...was it F013t?  …or F018t? Whatever, it’s one of those.  Before that, I’m pretty sure her name was Traci…”

The Italian woman’s brow furrowed as she searched for her precious booty toy, “...but I think Lindsay just suits her way better.”

Tiny fingers grazed Fran’s much larger pinky finger from deep between her bulbous, dense butt cheeks, uncharacteristically eager, even for Lindsay, to be extracted.

“I’m guessing you haven’t named yours?”

“No, but the stacked doctor told me his name was David.”

“Which one?”

“The founder of the lab, I think.” Nina replied.

“There are two co-founders, dear.” Fran said. “And they’re both stacked!”

“Oh, the shorter one then,” Nina laughed. “The one with the black bob cut.”

“Ah, that’s Alex Bexley. Her and I go way back.” Fran smiled.  “Anyway, it makes it a lot easier to tell them what to do when you can address them by a name. David is fine for now I suppose but as you get to know him a little better, it might make sense to give him a new name.”

“Oh, that makes sense.” Nina said.

The waistband of Fran’s yoga pants snapped back into position against her broad, tan lower back as she set her little Lindsay down on the floor at her feet.

Nina’s eyes widened as they scanned the naked woman between her and Fran.

“Lindsay, this beautiful young lady in front of you is Miss Nina.  Why don’t you go say hello?”

“Hi, Miss Nina!” Lindsay shouted, breaking into a brisk jog across the carpeted floor from Fran toward Nina’s feet.

“Oh my god, you really did get a girl!” Nina exclaimed, ignoring Lindsay’s emphatic greeting.

Fran chuckled and nodded.

Once Lindsay made it to Nina, the tiny little subject nearly tripped over herself trying to come to a stop before the beautiful valley girl.

“You’re so pretty!” Lindsay squealed up to the blonde teenager as she began planting respectful kisses upon Nina’s bare left foot just as she’d been trained.

“See…THAT’S what I wanted.” Nina said, watching with detached amusement as Lindsay continued kissing her painted toes.

“I’m afraid RR Labs very rarely shrinks girls.”

No, not the girl part.” Nina replied to Fran, “...I wanted a subject as big as yours.”

“Oh? Two inches is a pretty typical size.  Is yours smaller than my little Lindsay?”

“I’ll say! My first three were around her size but this one they gave me…” Nina replied, leaning over onto her right side and fishing a hand down the back of her super tight black leggings.

Lindsay struggled to keep up with Nina’s thoughtless movements and maintain lip-to-foot contact. The tiny little female subject had her work cut out for her with the way Nina’s chubby toes wiggled and shifted to support the weight of her thick legs. To her credit, Lindsay was doing a fantastic job.

“By the way, Nina.” Fran chuckled, gesturing down toward her adorable little Lindsay gripping onto Nina’s big toe as if it were a liferaft in the middle of a violent ocean. “She’ll just keep going and going until you tell her to stop.”

Nina was looking up at the ceiling and biting her lower lip, her dainty right hand buried up to her wrist in the doughy confines of her huge glutes trying to locate where within the expansive layout of her crack her little subject was nestled.

“Come on, girl.  This isn’t your first time.” Fran jabbed.

It was taking her much longer to find him than Fran would have expected, especially considering this was the girl’s fourth subject.  Sure, she had a big ol’ booty but it wasn’t THAT big!

“Oh, these are some pretty…uhh..unique circumstances, not sure if you’ve ever encountered them yourself.” Nina said through a crooked grin.

Fran remained intrigued, expecting Nina to become self-conscious or get defensive.  Instead, the blonde valley girl returned the sass, suggesting that maybe she knew something that Fran didn’t.

Nina, her look of smug coyness starting to show signs of frustration as she searched, broke her focus just long enough to flatly say the word ‘stop’ in the general direction of Lindsay. With just a little too much force, Nina pushed Lindsay away with the very foot that the tiny girl was pampering and worshiping, causing the tiny girl to fall flat on her ass several feet away.

“Whoopsie!” Fran laughed as she scooped Lindsay up off the floor and set her on the coffee table. “At least you’ve got plenty of padding back there, huh little Lindsay?

Lindsay nodded, her pride obviously hurt as well as her bare bubble butt which she rubbed sorely.  Fran would have been shocked if little Lindsay was expecting any reciprocation of respect from Nina. Still, to be kicked away while worshiping a girl’s bare feet–one that was probably even a few years younger–was an adorably devastating hit to little Lindsay’s self-confidence for sure.

“Did you say thank you to Miss Nina?” Fran asked, narrowing her eyes sternly on Lindsay.

The disheveled little blonde abruptly turned and shouted her appreciation and gratitude to Nina.

She raised her eyes from Lindsay to see Nina’s still fishing around in her crack.

“Yeah, whatever.  Oh, there he is! Jeez…he was really hiding this time.” Nina mumbled, extending a flawlessly manicured hand toward Fran, palm open and fingers outstretched.

Fran sighed, scanning Nina’s empty hand.

“Hmm..I’m not seeing him.” Fran said.  “Are you sure you didn’t leave him home by mistake?”

Nina tilted her head in confusion, double-checking her open hand.  “Uhh..glasses much?” Nina asked, toning down the sass, but only slightly so, with a giggle. “He’s right here.”

“Hon…I don’t see…..” Fran’s tone of impatience and condescension disappeared as her eyes picked up the faintest hint of something in the center of the young blonde’s hand.

‘There’s no way…’ Fran thought.  And then the tiny little speck moved.

“Oh my god!” Fran said, clutching her chest. “THAT little thing is your subject?”

“Yeah…he’s freaking tiny, right?” Nina replied. “Smallest you’ve ever seen, I’ll betcha!”

“Holy crap…I didn’t know they made them this little!” Fran exclaimed.

‘A little warning would have been nice, Alex.’ the Italian Participant thought.

“Do you wanna hold him?”

“Yeah, sure.” Fran said. Nina carelessly turned her hand sideways and dumped David into Fran’s open hand.

If she was not watching the cute little speck of nothing being transferred from one lady to another, Fran might not have even registered his pitiful weight against her skin.

Fran adjusted David’s position in her palm, nudging him along until he was resting at the tip of her index finger. She then raised him up close to her face. Her eyes crossed down her nose at the tiny thing that may as well have been a grain of sand.

“How small is he? Did they tell you?” Fran asked, careful to not speak with too much force lest her minty breath send the miniscule little thing floating away like a fluttering strand of spider web riding a breeze.

“My roommate measured him at around 1/32 of an inch.” Nina replied.

To Fran, David appeared almost otherworldly in his minute stature.  His body, though impossibly tiny atop her large fingertip, carried remarkable detail that she delightfully scanned, poking and prodding his most sensitive and private areas with her curious, cat-like eyes.  He had sandy blonde hair and his eyes were so wide, she could almost tell that they were green.  He appeared to be in decent enough physical shape and although he probably pleased a fair share of women in his day, Fran couldn’t help but find his tiny little package to be charmingly adorable.

‘How does something this small stand a chance in an ass as big as Nina’s?’ Fran asked herself.  She blinked and almost burst out laughing when the fluttering of her mascara-coated eye lashes sent enough displaced air to knock him on his cute, naked little butt.

“You’re quite the little runt, my dear.” Fran crooned deviously, her feminine voice dripping with predatory condescension and mockery.  She turned her attention back to Nina. “Why on earth would they give you such a little one?  Especially with your history of losing subjects?”

Nina lifted her shoulder and tilted her head, “I dunno.  I was kinda confused by that too.  Maybe he’s supposed to stay in my butt easier since he’s so itty bitty? Like a gravitational force thing? Isn’t that how physics works?”

“He’s the smallest boy I’ve ever seen…and you’ve got a bubble for sure but I don’t think your cheeks are quite like planets to him, hon.”

As Fran laughed, her focus drifted from the demanding task of stabilizing her index finger well enough for the nearly microscopic little man to maintain his foothold in the grooves of her fingerprint.  Unfortunately, she was distracted just long enough for her wrist to twist, turning the tiny little thing’s floor into a sloped wall.

Fran was grateful for the top she’d selected after her shower.  Had she picked something with less cleavage, he might have bounced right off the cotton of her shirt and tumbled down into the couch cushions or into one of the grooved ridges of her expensive coffee table.  She might not have even noticed that he fell, looking back from Nina to see her fingertip empty with no earthly idea of how to find him.

But luckily for David, Fran had decided on a top that showed off a dizzying amount of cleavage that acted as the safety net.

“Oh, dear..” Fran said, looking down at the deep, dark cleft created by her compressed tits, scanning for any sign of Nina’s tiny subject. “Frisky little thing!”

“It’s okay…my roommate basically did the exact same thing when she held him the first time…more or less.”

Nina’s careless giggle assured Fran , who was now carefully parting her large breasts, searching amongst the endless landscape curvature of soft mammary flesh for Nina’s subject.

“You need to struggle so I can feel you in there, lover boy.” Fran chuckled down to her round, swollen breasts, cupping and shifting the mammary masses and focusing every ounce of her attention and sensory perception into her breasts. Her heart went out to the poor little thing.  Something this small really wasn’t meant to survive and it didn’t help his situation much to be entrusted to someone as charmingly forgetful as Nina.

Fran’s diligence eventually paid off as her index finger swept the underside of her heavy left tit.  It felt like a tiny grain of sand embedded in the seam where her breast connected to her chest.

“You’re lucky I got a shower before your mama brought you over to visit.” Fran crooned sweetly.  David looked far more fearful than he did earlier, his cute little eyes scanning wildly and his body trembling with a newfound respect for the grinning Italian behemoth.

“Well, with a subject so small and helpless, I’m thinking that this lesson is going to be even more valuable than I thought it would be.  Let’s call it…a lesson on teamwork.”

Fran carefully lowered David toward her coffee table and set him down directly across from Lindsay. The Italian woman guarded a smirk that was beginning to grow out of control as she watched David stare up in awe at Lindsay.

“My god, that is PRECIOUS!” Fran cackled, “He makes my little Lindsay look absolutely massive!”

“I was thinking the same thing!” Nina giggled. “He’s like…the same size to her as she is to us.”

Nina was absolutely right.  There was still, relative to the tiny subjects on the coffee table, about 10 feet separating Lindsay and David but even from that distance Fran could tell that David was just barely larger than Lindsay’s big toe.

The two women leaned forward, their elbows pressing against their thighs as they took a closer look at the adorable show before them as Lindsay and David sized each other up.

“I don’t think I’ve EVER seen that look in my Lindsay’s eyes before!” Fran crooned.  Lindsay looked positively mesmerized by David.  Fran recognized that look; it was the same look she herself had the first day she got Lindsay all those years ago.

Fran’s 2-inch tall subject took two steps forward, closing the distance between her and David so quickly that the poor little boy flinched, but he didn’t look quite as scared as he was while on Fran’s fingertip.

‘But maybe he should be.’ Fran chuckled to herself.  “Are you having fun meeting your new little friend, Lindsay?”

Lindsay was so close that little David was practically cowering between her bare feet.  Fran couldn’t decide if Lindsay’s social etiquette skills had atrophied and she didn’t notice how strongly she was violating his personal space or if she simply didn’t carry the same respect for his personal space.  It really could have been–

“--He’s ADORABLE, Goddess Fran!” Lindsay squealed, clutching her breasts.  The high-pitched squeak was funny to Fran and Nina but David was visibly startled by the abrupt reaction.

“Oh you see, yours is much more timid and cowardly than Lindsay was.” Fran remarked to Nina. “She was quite the firecracker back in the day but she’s calmed down a lot, haven’t you little Lindsay?”

Lindsay nodded emphatically, proudly smiling at her degree of learned submission and surrender. She squatted down, her knees extending beyond David’s cowering naked body, inadvertently positioning her unclothed pussy to hover intimately overtop of David like a fleshy canopy.  “Can I pick him up, Goddess Fran?”

“Why don’t you ask Miss Nina?” Fran chuckled.  “After all, David belongs to her, not me.”

As adorable as ever, little Lindsay appeared genuinely confused by Fran’s response.  As if the idea of there being some decision or appeal to authority out there that was not within the power of her Goddess Fran.  Still, Lindsay accepted the foreign new concept and obeyed.

“Miss Nina, can I?  Please?  I’ll be SOOOO careful, I promise!”

Nina chuckled and before her head could fully move up and down, Lindsay roughly snatched David up off the ground, scooping him up as if he were an item on sale for Black Friday.

“Hi, little David!” Lindsay squealed, the tip of her nuzzling nose rubbing against David’s entire front half.  “Is that what Miss Nina smells like?”

Fran and Nina erupted in laughter.  “Hey, I showered right before coming over!”

Normally, Lindsay might have apologized to a towering goddess like Nina, even though the tone of indignance was mixed with a sense of playfulness.  Something as low as Lindsay could scarcely afford to take that risk. And yet, she was completely absorbed in David as if he were a miniature little teddy bear in her hands.

“When Goddess Fran said you were coming over, I thought you’d be hugging me!” Lindsay sang sweetly, cradling David firmly against her spherical breasts.  “But this is actually even better, little David! Isn’t it so funny that I can call someone little?”

Fran watched as Lindsay hugged David tighter, plunging him between her bare-naked breasts.

“Shhhhhh….little David.  Big Lindsay’s got you.”

David was so small and imperceptible that Lindsay may as well have just been hugging herself now, squeezing her elbows in super tight on either side of her ample breasts, sandwiching David in the highly compressed flesh.

“Now, now!  You need to be careful, little Lindsay!  You don’t want to break the poor little thing!” Fran cackled, looking over at Nina. “I never imagined I’d be telling Lindsay, of all people, to be delicate!”

“He’s so perfect, Goddess Fran! I love him!” Lindsay said, finally giving David a break from her cleavage.  She adjusted her grip so that his entire body was encased in her closed fist except for his head.  She then brought her closed fist up to her right breast.  It was then that Fran noticed just how hard Lindsay’s nipples were.

“Calm down, little David.  Don’t cry.” Lindsay cooed, gently mashing David’s tiny face firmly against her nipple.

“Golly, she’s really having some fun, huh?” Nina giggled.

The nipple was quite stiff and only gave reluctantly against David’s nose and mouth as Lindsay applied more pressure. Whether or not the poor little thing accepted the nipple or some portion of it into his mouth as Lindsay seemed to be insisting, Fran couldn’t tell, but the nipple disappeared and so too did his face as it sank into the plush cushion of Lindsay’s soft pillow-like breast.

“Seems so.” Fran said, snapping her fingers. “Lindsay, pay attention.”

Lindsay’s focus on David ceased and her smile faded as her training kicked in.  She still held David firmly at her breast but her full focus was back on her Goddess.

“You know, Nina.” Fran started, adjusting her position on the couch, recrossing her legs.  “When Alex asked me to mentor you, I fully expected to be the one to show you how to properly train your new subject…but seeing as he’s just so small, I think Lindsay here might be better suited for the job.”

Fran snapped her fingers again, this time with a bit more frustration.  Lindsay ripped her attention back from David, who she was now peppering with kisses all over his body.

“What do you say, Lindsay?  Can you show Miss Nina how you met Goddess Fran?”

“On him?” Lindsay asked in confusion, holding little David up. He looked remarkably exhausted and overwhelmed.

“Yes, girl!  Were you listening when your Goddess was speaking?”

Lindsay’s eyes widened, “Yes, Goddess Fran, I was!”

“Good,” Fran said.  “Then treat your little David the way I treated you so that Miss Nina can see.”

“Yes, Goddess Fran.” Lindsay said cheerfully.  She brought David to her lips, curled in a smitten smile and planted one more big smooch on him before gently setting him down on the floor at her feet.

Fran smiled, watching Nina lean in even closer. Fran was happy that Nina was interested and engaged.  Nina may not realize it, but watching a subject dominate another smaller subject definitely wasn’t something you see every day.

Lindsay stood back up to her full height, a diminutive two inches, but she towered over David.  She set her hands upon her hips, arching her back so that her large breasts seemed to grow and she set her left foot, several times larger than David’s body, right in front of him.

“Kiss.” Lindsay said firmly, wiggling her toes and scrunching closer until they were practically touching David. “And don’t stop until I tell you.”

“So, you already saw this part.” Fran said as David began planting kisses on the tops of Lindsay’s toes.  “Do you see how eager he is to submit?”

Nina nodded her head, enthralled in the surreal spectacle as David worshiped Lindsay’s feet.

“When you’ve got relationships like this with this much of an imbalance in power, you need to get things off on the right foot…or the left one. Whichever you prefer!” Fran laughed.

“That definitely makes sense.” Nina said.

Fran continued, “David here needs to know where he stands right away…and if he stands this far below even my little Lindsay, then he’s incalculably lower than you!”

“Lindsay.” Fran sang.  Lindsay, her hands still on her hips watching David kiss her foot, looked over to Fran.  “Do you remember what your Goddess Fran did next?”

Lindsay grew a huge ear-to-ear smile. “Yes, Goddess Fran. I remember!”

Bless her little heart, Lindsay was just obliviously smiling like an empty-headed bimbo, clearly having no idea that Fran was instructing Lindsay to move on.

“Do it.”

“Okay, Goddess Fran!” Lindsay pepped, looking down at the subject and firmly instructing him to stop kissing her foot.

Lindsay then laid down on her stomach, almost stepping on David as she lowered her big bubble butt to the wooden surface of the massive coffee table.  Before rolling over onto her stomach, she roughly scooped David up from between her legs and set him down on her lower back.

“Kiss.” Lindsay said, her index finger sinking deep into the cushion of her cushiony left butt cheek.

“Oh, yes. Thank you, Lindsay. I forgot that part.” Fran chuckled.

“Oh, my god, I can’t even with this girl.” Nina giggled, pulling her phone out of her pocket and opening the camera app and spreading her fingers across the screen several times.

“Don’t worry, I’m not taking pics of her, I’m just zooming in so I can see David’s face.”

“That’s a great idea!” Fran said, doing the same with her phone.  With a digital zoom of 8x, Fran could perfectly make out David’s look of terror as he trembled atop Lindsay’s pale lower back.  With the zoom, he looked almost like a normal man framed within the borders of her phone screen.

And then he slowly dropped to his knees and crawled from Lindsay’s lower back out to where the flesh thickened dramatically.  Perched on the upper half of her right butt cheek, David began placing kisses on the pale glute.

‘This is too adorable…’ Fran thought, making sure her phone was on silent before discreetly snapping a few pictures.

“This is just so cute to watch.” Nina said.

“I know, right?” Fran replied.  “Who would have ever thought that someone as low as my little Lindsay here would ever get HER feet and ass kissed!  It’s like the saying goes: there’s always a SMALLER fish!”

The two valley girls let out loud, obnoxious laughter as David continued kissing Lindsays ass.

Lindsay then gently pushed David back to her lower back again and then set her two hands, fingers fanned out wide, against either of her two butt cheeks.  All 10 fingers sank at least a relative inch into the thick, pale booty meat and they slowly started pulling the jiggly cheeks apart from one another.

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Chapter 3 - Matryoshka

“Go home, little Lindsay…oh! I mean little David! Haha!” Lindsay laughed.

My first month with Lindsay…” Fran said as Lindsay gently bucked her hips, trying to nudge David toward her exposed crack.  “...I’d have her enter my rear on her own.  It seemed like a better way to hammer home what I expected of her, you know?”

Nina nodded her head in full agreement. “Did she do it?”

“Oh, heavens no!” Fran cackled, watching Lindsay’s big, round butt cheeks jiggle each time her hips crashed back down.  She seemed to be getting frustrated.

“She cried and cursed and threw temper tantrums like you wouldn’t believe,” Fran said.  “Looking at her now, I’m sure you wouldn’t believe the filth and insults that came out of that mouth of hers. The threats, the pleading, the drama…but each time, she got better and better with it.”

“Go, David.  Go home.” Lindsay said, but David remained on the small of her back, dropped to his hands and knees, trying to stabilize as if he were on a bucking bronco.

“He’s looking at me.” Nina giggled.

“See…THAT is defiance.” Fran commented.

“It is?” Nina asked.  “He’s not acting tough or anything though.  He’s shaking like a little baby on her back.”

“This little thing couldn’t come off as tough to anything and he knows it.” Fran said with assertive conviction in her tone.  “I’m telling you right now…”

Fran clapped her hands.

“That…”

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“...doesn’t…”

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“...matter.”

“I don’t care what the reason is or seems to be. You can call it fear, hesitation, self-pity, whatever.  I call it what it is.  It’s defiance…it’s disrespect…and it needs to be punished.”

Nina stared on, mesmerized by Fran's words as Fran turned her attention to Lindsay. “It’s not working, little Lindsay.  Did you forget what your Goddess did when YOU were the one being disrespectful?”

“Oh yeah! I remember, Goddess Fran!” Lindsay said, scooping David off her lower back and rolling over and sitting up, her legs crossed indian style.

Nina then burst out laughing as Lindsay brought David right up to her face, an unflattering snarl on her lips.  Her thick lips pursed up as she pulled a mouthful of saliva to the front of her lips and then she spat directly into his face.

Well, she aimed for his face but he may as well have been dunked in a swimming pool considering how drenched he was.

“Listen to me, you little speck.” Lindsay growled.  Her lips were tight, her teeth were clenched, and her brow was furrowed aggressively.  “You’re going to get into my ass crack, and you’re going to do it voluntarily. If you don’t, I’m going to shove you so far up my ass, I’ll be able to taste you.”

Nina stared over at Fran, eyes wide and a huge gaping-mouthed smile.

“You’d better listen to her, David! I think she means business!” Fran taunted, giggling at the show on her phone screen of little David wiping the thick, viscous fluid from his face. Lindsay rolled over onto her stomach and roughly set David back down on her lower back once more, giving him another chance to comply.

Lindsay had only barely pulled her big, heavy pale cheeks apart before David, thoroughly drenched in Lindsay’s saliva, crawled clumsily forward.

“Awwww…look at him burrowing!” Nina cooed, locking her elbow together and flailing her wrists as if she were digging with only her fingertips.

Fran and Nina laughed as David burrowed into Lindsay’s spread butt crack like a cute, defenseless little woodland animal hiding in its nest.

“Wow, that worked really well!” Nina said as the two women adjusted their phones to watch Lindsay stand up, her big bubbly butt cheeks bouncing and jiggling as she played with them, mashing them together around David who was completely concealed.

“When you’re dealing with someone that small…especially as small as David, your will as his owner may as well be a holy decree.” Fran lectured, raising a clarifying finger. “However, if we’re being honest and pragmatic, it’s always easier when you can get them to willingly cooperate.  As silly as it may sound, you and your subject really are a team.  Isn’t that right, little Lindsay?”

Lindsay was in a whole other world, playing with her big, soft butt cheeks.  She slid four fingers in under each of her glutes and fluttered her fingers, sending a high-frequency series of jiggly waves through the fleshy masses that guarded David.

“Lindsay…” Fran growled.

“Yes, Goddess Fran!” Lindsay said, her focus still deep on her own booty and the tiny little treasure within.  “It makes it easier for everyone!”

“Okay…so that’s the lesson on teamwork. If there aren’t any questions, we’ll be moving onto the next lesson.”

“Oh?” Nina asked, leaning in toward Fran.  “What’s that?”

“Extracurricular activities.” Fran said, a devilish grin growing on her face.

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[2011-06-17]

Fran strolled through the front door of her home, her arms laden with groceries.  The brown paper bags were filled to the brim with fresh produce, pasta, and a few of her favorite, guilty snacks all picked up from the most over-priced, snobby grocery store in all of California.

The brown paper bags crinkled noisily as Fran set them down on her kitchen countertop. Today, she wore a form-fitting, high-waisted pair of dark-wash jeans that accentuated her shapely hips and hugged tightly against the thick, luscious curvature of her remarkable ass. Her top was a cropped, off-the-shoulder sweater in a deep shade of crimson. The color complimented her olive skin tone perfectly and the snugness of the garment allowed even those with no imagination to visualize her breasts when bare.  The cashier, in fact, was so distracted by Fran’s bust that he forgot to scan her $75 of olive oil.

Fran felt a vibration in her jeans pocket and removed her cell phone, noticing a message from Nina Beckett.

‘heyyyy did u by any chance see david at ur house?  i think i might have left him there.’

“Well, that didn’t take long.” Fran said out loud, returning the phone to her tight back pocket without replying.  The Italian woman started wondering how the ditzy young blonde might have lost him.  In her defense though, that little thing was TINY!  Fran honestly questioned whether or not she herself would be able to keep him for as long as she’d kept Lindsay.

‘Speaking of Lindsay…’ Fran thought.

Her tan bare feet scuffed quietly against her carpeted floor as she approached her bedroom.  Part of her hoped that Lindsay wouldn’t be right where she left her two hours ago.  It had been awhile since Lindsay had taken a good, thorough punishment, and watching Lindsay discipline David last week had put the persistent thought back in her mind.  Too bad; it looked like Fran did TOO good a job at training her.

Fran’s eyes immediately went to the floor near her bed.  Neatly aligned parallel to the edge of the Italian woman’s bed were several pairs of footwear. The last set, her favorite, was her pair of polka dotted flip flops.  Lindsay knew them as her “project” that essentially absorbed all of her non-rear time, as limited as it already was.

Fran smiled, realizing that despite her loud voice and booming steps, her little Lindsay was fully engrossed in the task at hand.  She approached Lindsay quietly.  First she was close enough to make out the pale little lump positioned over the toe section of her left flip flop.

Getting closer, Fran could make out her disheveled blonde hair and her round, pale booty.

Lindsay was on her hands and knees, as if presenting her wide ass to anyone who would walk up behind her as Fran was currently doing.

‘What’s she doing?’ Fran thought curiously.

Normally, Lindsay’s cute little nose would be pressing up against the thick, rubber sole of Fran’s flip flop, dutifully licking the discoloration left to build up by the continuous contact and pummeling of Fran’s bare foot.  She was on her hands and knees but little Lindsay’s cute little face was nowhere near the expansive, dusty floor of the flip-flop.

After a few more steps, Fran only became more confused.

Lindsay appeared to be playing with a little fleck of dirt or a tiny rock.

‘Uh-oh…I think she might’ve finally lost her mind.’ Fran thought, squatting down to get a closer look.  She was right behind Lindsay now, close enough to see the way her chubby butt cheeks were jiggling left and right as the tiny little blonde ran the tiny little pebble along the surface of the flip flop.

‘Is she scratching my sole?!’ Fran thought, almost ready to slap Lindsay off the flip-flop.  Excitement overtook her at the chance to discipline her sweet little Lindsay, but Lindsay must have sensed the gust of wind from her large owner’s windup because she turned around.

Fran froze mid-swing as Lindsay gasped, her eyes darting from Fran’s imposing, towering, full-figured presence and back down to the tiny little peach-colored pebble near her feet. She abruptly stepped directly on top of it, concealing it completely with her bare foot.

“Lindsay,” Fran asked. “What is that you’re playing with?”

“Goddess Fran!  I didn’t…I didn’t hear you come home!” Lindsay said.

“Oh, I’m sorry Lindsay.  I forgot to make sure it was okay with you.” Fran replied snidely.

Lindsay bowed her head, making sure to keep her left foot planted right where it was atop the peach pebble, as if her much larger, much prettier, much thicker, and much more intelligent owner hadn’t already seen it.

“What do you have there, Lindsay?” Fran asked, leaning in closer.  “Show Goddess Fran right now or you’ll be punished.”

Lindsay lifted her foot and bent at the waist to pick up the peach colored pebble.

Only it wasn’t a peach colored pebble.

“Is that David?!” Fran asked in disbelief, staring in awe at Lindsay’s fist clutching David.  Once again, he was soaking wet but it was any guess as to what or who’s fluids they were.

Lindsay looked embarrassed, unable to maintain eye contact as the hand holding little David was shaking.

Fran plunged a single index finger into her mouth and sucked on the end for a moment.  A long strand of ropey saliva clung to her fingertip as it emerged from her mouth, glistening under the ceiling fan light.  “Give him here.”

“Oh, Goddess Fran…can I please keep him?” Lindsay asked desperately, hugging David against her heaving breasts.  “Pleeeeeeeeeease?”

“He’s not yours to keep, Lindsay.” Fran replied sternly down to her toy.  “He belongs to Miss Nina, remember?”

Lindsay let out a cute little whimper and pout.  “But he’s so good at helping me with my project, Goddess Fran. Look at how perfect he is at getting into the nooks and crannies of your flip flops.  Look!”

Fran watched in amusement as Lindsay spit several times on David’s struggling, squirming body and then returned to her position on her hands and knees.

“I can use him like a tiny little wash rag, Goddess Fran!” Lindsay said, her voice jumping and quivering as she scrubbed him into the sole of Fran’s flip flop.

Fran could hear the urgency in her little Lindsay’s voice intensifying as Fran pulled out her phone to check her other text messages.  Lindsay knew that she was losing he Goddess’s interest.

“Sprinkle is really durable too, Goddess Fran!  I think he might actually be indestructible so you never have to worry about him getting broken!”

“Oh, Lindsay…” Fran laughed, scrolling through her messages, her attention split 70-30 between her phone and her little subject. “I think you’re a little too used to everything around you being durable.  He’s the size of your toe, dear. I can describe little boys the size of toes in a lot of different ways, but ‘durable’ would not be a word your Goddess would use.”

“You’re right, Goddess Fran. I’m sorry, but that’s the thing! He really is so little and cute! I’ll bet he’ll be PERFECT at helping me do your toesies.” Lindsay added.  “His…like…entire body can fit under your nails!”

This was almost too much for Fran to handle.  Listening to her sweet little Lindsay make such a passionate argument for keeping David was almost endearing, especially since every argument she offered was for Fran’s benefit.

It was an interesting idea, for sure.  Lindsay had been assigned plenty of chores over the years but Fran found herself wondering if there were any prospective ideas she’d had to table due to Lindsay’s size.  A strange thing to say, but tasks that she may have been too large for.  Even stranger but still possible…perhaps there were tasks that Fran thought were too demeaning and below even her little Lindsay.

‘But maybe not too demeaning for a speck…a toy of a toy…’ Fran thought, her creative juices flowing.

“What are you doing!?” Lindsay asked as she rubbed David into Fran’s sole.  “You gotta stick your tongue out!  Lick it! Hurry up, you’re making us look bad!”

As adorable as this was, it needed to stop.

“Now, Lindsay.” Fran instructed, extending her soaking wet fingertip, resting the nail of her finger on the sole of the flip flop right in front of Lindsay.  “Give him here.”

Lindsay’s pouting game was on point as she set David atop Fran’s fingertip.  Due to the wetness of both Lindsay’s and Fran’s saliva, David adhered to the fingertip as if he were super glued, the bond not breaking even as he rushed up from the ground to the heavens where Fran’s face lived.

“Where have you been keeping him, Lindsay?” Fran asked, her eyes glued to the trembling little speck stuck to her fingertip.

“In my bottom, Goddess Fran.”

“This whole time?” Fran asked.

“Yes, Goddess Fran!  I love him and I took such good care of him.” Lindsay said, nervously rubbing her hands together.  “Are you sure that I can’t keep him, Goddess Fran?  Having something littler than me to take care of just makes my heart soar!  He loves me too and I named him Sprinkle and I’m teaching him how to worship you.”

Fran heard everything Lindsay was saying, but her focus was now drawn back to little David, adhered so helplessly to her glistening fingertip.  Her eyes crossed down her long nose as she took in the reality of the moment.   Lindsay had spent over 18 hours in Fran’s ass each day since Nina’s visit.  The thought of this little microbe of a man buried in her toy’s bottom and Fran’s toy buried in her own bottom as if he were an adorable little Matryoshka doll was making Fran’s heart throb and her nipples harden.

Something else was on her mind, too.  Something so primal and devious that Lindsay’s incessant begging and bargaining turned to high-pitched fuzz in the background.

Fran licked her lips, bringing her fingertip closer until the bottom of her nose was little David’s ceiling.

She’d never had this feeling–this urge–before, but then again Lindsay was so big…relatively speaking.  Seeing this tiny little boy struggling so fruitlessly and pathetically atop her fingertip was awakening something inside of her.

He really wasn’t meant for this world.  Without a big, soft set of doughy butt cheeks for him to hide between, he really was at the absolute lowest tier of the food chain, level with its floor or even a level below.

And he was being held by a powerful, feminine being who may as well have crashed through its ceiling.

‘No one would need to know…’ Fran though, looking down at Lindsay who was now on her knees, clasping her hands.

‘No one important.’ Fran clarified, turning her fingertip so that it faced her lips and turned David’s sticky wet floor into a wall that still held him tightly despite his struggles.

‘I could just…tell Nina that he wasn’t here..’ Fran’s animalistic urges purred. ‘..and then pop this adorable little morsel into my mouth.’

She needn’t bother with chewing, not even once.  He was so pitiful and small that a single swallow would do the job just fine.  In fact, the only problem might arise from his extraordinarily defenseless size.  He was so little, he might have just gotten trapped between her molars.  Not to say that fate would be any better for him, the enzymes of her saliva gradually breaking him down within her teeth until he’s brushed or flossed out…or down.

Fran pressed her fingertip lightly into her plush, lower lip.  The sensitive skin registered David’s frantic, helpless movements and the Italian predator felt her sex swelling and heating up.  She opened her mouth, strands of saliva breaking when her thick lips were too far spread.  Her tongue and finger closed the gap between each other, meeting somewhere in the middle as she licked.

‘He doesn’t even taste like anything.’ Fran thought. ‘He’d just mix into my saliva and embark on his final journey down into my soft belly…and I wouldn’t even taste him.’

Fran was moments away from plunging her entire finger into her mouth and sucking David off the tip, but then she caught a glimpse of Lindsay crying on the flip flop.  She’d returned to licking at the sole, clearly accepting that she was losing the pet she’d claimed but not anywhere near happy about it.

“Ugh..” Fran sighed loudly, pulling her cell phone out of her pocket. “I hate having a conscience.”

The last thing Fran wanted was to watch Lindsay mope around for the next few days and cry, and for what?  A fraction of a fraction of a calorie?

Plus, it would be kind of messed up to screw Nina over like that.  This was the poor girl’s last chance with a subject and even though Fran was sure that Nina losing the little runt was inevitable, it didn’t make it right for Fran to sabotage a fellow Participant.

The phone rang four times before Nina picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hey Nina. It’s Fran Burlusconi.”

“Oh my god.  Please tell me you found him!”

“I did.” Fran said, staring with a smirk at David still adhered to her fingertip. “Little cutie is safe and sound.”

“Oh, that’s so awesome! Thank you, Fran!  My mom was seriously on the brink of wigging out.  I’m actually on my way to the beach right now with some friends for the weekend.  Can I come by and pick him up from you on Monday?”

“You want me to watch him until then?” Fran asked, having to conceal her laughter at the way Lindsay’s eyes were lighting up.

“Yeah, can ya?  I can ask my mom to give me some money to pay you and–”

“--not necessary, dear.” Fran laughed.  “Unless you want to ask her and then keep it for yourself.  You might need it more than I do.”

“Right..well, thanks a lot Fran.  I’ll give you a call on Sunday night for the deets.  Buh-bye!”

Fran hadn’t even lowered the phone from her ear before Lindsay was squealing.

“Can Sprinkle stay with me until Miss Nina comes to get him, Goddess Fran?  Oh, pleeeease can he? I’ll take such good care of him, I swear!”

“Like I take care of you, little Lindsay?” Fran cackled.

“Yes, exactly!” Lindsay exploded in reply.

Fran exaggerated a look of contemplation, tickling her chin with the finger holding David even though she’d already made up her mind back when she decided not to devour the poor little thing.

“Okay, you can keep him until Miss Nina gets here on Monday.”

“YAY!” Nina shouted, her bare breasts swaying as she jumped up and down.

“Okay then, take him back and put him away so we can go.” Fran said, extending her fingertip back out to Lindsay.

“Go?” Lindsay asked, greedily snatching David up and clutching him close to her breasts.

“Yes, silly!  Your Goddess is late for her hot yoga session.” Fran said, reaching out for Lindsay and lifting her from the flip flop.  “You and your little toy can work on your project afterwards while I’m in the shower.”

Lindsay gently petted David as Fran took off her tight jeans, searching for her olive drab yoga pants. The little female subject was already drifting off into her own world.

“Can I make him call me Goddess Lindsay?”

Fran burst into jovial laughter, nearly dropping little Lindsay and her rented toy.  “Don’t push it, sweetheart.  You can make him call you MISS Lindsay.”

“Thank you so, so much, Goddess Fran!” Lindsay said, planting kisses all over David’s naked, squirming body. “Did you hear her?  You have to call me Miss Lindsay from now on!  Call me it right now!  Do it!”

“Don’t thank me, little girl.’ Fran laughed, pulling away the waistband of her scarlet red underwear.  “Just hurry up and put him away in that badonkadonk of yours. You’d better make sure that he’s as deep as he can go. If you lose him while you’re tucked away in mine, YOU’RE the one that will have to explain it to Miss Nina.”

“I won’t lose Sprinkle, I promise!” Lindsay squeaked, planting one more big firm kiss on David’s body before stuffing him deep between her big, bubbly butt cheeks.

“Never thought I’d see the day that a subject houses another subject in her bottom..but life is just full of surprises, isn’t it little Lindsay?”

“It really is, Goddess Fran!  You’re so good to me!”

“How does it feel?” Fran asked.

“Like I’m powerful and in charge!” Lindsay chirped.

Fran nearly dropped her again from laughing so hard, hugging the sweet little girl to her ample chest.  The idea of anyone viewing little Lindsay as powerful and in charge was laughable, but she supposed it only made sense that someone as miniscule and pathetic as David would view Lindsay as a superior.

“Well, don’t get too excited, girl.” Fran said.  “Don’t think we’re just going to forget that you tried to steal Miss Nina’s toy for yourself.”

Lindsay’s jaw dropped.  “I….I didn’t,Goddess Fran!  I’d never….oh, no I wouldn’t even dream–”

“--you don’t have to lie to me, Lindsay.  I don’t blame you for wanting him.  And I’m going to let you play with him all weekend long…and use him to make your chores easier.  But rest assured, little Lindsay, there is a punishment coming.  Your Goddess just needs time to think of what it’s going to be.”

“Okay, Goddess Fran.” Lindsay pouted.

“But when its all over, you’ll still be my little booty baby.  The sweet little girl that lives in Goddess Fran’s big jiggly butt.  Okay?”

Lindsay’s eyes lit up and she smiled, her eyes still showing a hint of anxiety,  “Okay, Goddess Fran.”

“Have fun with your toy, Lindsay.  It’s gonna get slippery back there.”

“Thank you, Goddess Fran!  I’ll make sure he li–”

Fran had heard enough, her cute squeaky voice muffling instantly as the Italian Participant stuffed Lindsay’s naked body into the deep, dark depths of her ass crack before pulling on her yoga attire.  She made sure that Lindsay was nice and deep, aligned perfectly with her asshole.

The Italian Goddess pulled off her sweater and changed into a sports bra and loose fitting workout shirt.

“Feels like someone is having some fun back there!” Fran chuckled, slapping her big, dense left butt cheek.  Lindsay often moved around a bit, finding comfort in Fran’s rear after being inserted but it was taking her much longer.

“I’m serious, girl.” Fran said, sitting down to put on her shoes.  She felt her heavy dense cheeks compress and squeeze tightly on her naked little Lindsay.  “You’d better make sure he stays in your ass.  You can play with him later.”

She checked the temperature on her phone.

97 degrees.

Peak of the day.

Lindsay was going to have her work cut out for her.  Keeping David nuzzled in her crack was going to be challenging considering how sweaty Fran was going to get.  One wrong move and the poor, slippery little speck would slip out of Lindsay’s grip and become lost between Fran’s planet-sized cheeks. Her yoga pants were tight enough but still, a tiny little grain of sand between those big, fleshy, soaking wet buns?  Who knows how many creases he could get lost in?  The most likely of which would be her tight asshole, but Fran would see to it that Lindsay THOROUGHLY inspected the area for any signs of little David.

Fran was rooting for Lindsay, but the selfish, immature part of her hoped her little girl would fail.

“Time to get out there.” Fran smirked, gently patting her enormous left ass cheek.

~

The End...for now!

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