RR Mayumi Okamoto - Chapter 19 (Patreon)

I'm excited to post this one. Anyone who read The Ceremony will remember this chapter.

The Ceremony was the result of me taking one of the many hallucinations/nightmares of Jaime and creating a standalone story. But just as I've done for all of Mayumi's story, this particular nightmare has been polished and expanded. If you liked it before, I think you'll like it at least a little bit more now!

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Reduction & Relocation - Mayumi Okamoto

Chapter 19 - The Wind of Women

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“Oh Jaime…oh my dear, sweet Jaime.  Are you okay?”

Jaime muscles screamed against his bones, protesting against the effort of his sitting up.  Had they shrunk so small that they could no longer operate? Or like his addled mind, had his muscles atrophied from millennia of non-use? His eyes opened as if they were spring-loaded and like a startled deer, Jaime scanned the room.  

Yes, it was a room.

A normal room.  

There wasn’t a single fat cell to be seen.

No naked women glistening with lubricant aching to absorb him.

It all looked so…normal.

“Where am I?” Jaime asked.  Though not an answer, Jaime heard the echoing response of girlish giggling out of view–the harmless kind you might associate with a sleepover.  And yet, there was a hint of mischief that called for a higher concern.  A malice–even–that called for alert?  Judging from the reverberating of the echo, it was a large room indeed.

“The floor.” Another response from another direction, this time an answer to his question. Though it was also feminine like the giggles, it was full of gravel and it dripped with cynicism.  It was deeper than the sweet voice he’d heard moments before, the one that knew his name.

He could feel the coolness of the marble floor beneath him, greedily sucking the body heat from his body and sending shivers up his spine. His fingers brushed against the rough texture of a nearby rug, tracing its intricate patterns as he tried to use its friction to steady himself to stand before the woman who knew his name.

The woman before him had eyes like pools of liquid amber, their depths reflecting a genuine concern and enthusiastic curiosity. Jaime couldn't help but feel drawn to her, her presence enveloping him like a comforting embrace.

“What happened to me?” Jaime asked, his voice still thick with confusion. It could have been such a complicated question depending on who he asked.  A therapist would likely scratch her head, reviewing several novels worth of Jaime’s emotional baggage coming up with an answer.  Luckily, the woman in front of him took on a gentle smile, her eyes sparkling with wisdom and amusement.  It looked like she might know the answer to the easier, more pressing and present version of the question.

“Oh, it was dreadful but I’m so glad that you’re okay!”

The stunningly beautiful woman stroked his face. Jaime’s conditioned reaction was to wince away from the contact. This wasn’t the first stunning female to reach for him.  This wasn’t the first woman to focus so strongly on him only for it to blow up in his face. She insisted, however, and caressed him with the back of her hand.  Against his cheek, her fingers were warm but the golden rings decorating them were freezing cold.  “You were trying to race the children around the great hall one last time and you slipped on some wet grass.  You really don’t remember, my dear?” The woman grinned and playfully nudged his shoulder.  “It is never a good thing when big, strong men fall but to make matters worse, your poor head came down upon a stone in the yard! We had to bring you inside to get you out of the sun.  It took me and three of my sisters to carry you in!”

That girlish giggling started up again, like a noisy motor coming online, coming from a gaggle of girls dressed like the one who knew his name.

“He looks fine, Priya.”  It was that gritty, deep feminine voice again.  Was that the name of the beautiful woman fawning over him? Jaime turned his gaze towards the source of the voice, wondering who could possibly match the gravitas of that tone, so flat and void of consideration and teeming with scorn. 

He was correct to guess she was a much older woman; perhaps in her late 40’s or mid 50’s, a matronly figure among the giggling maidens.  She crossed her arms, likely large from lifting many a child in her time, over an even larger chest.  The gaggle of girls fluttered over to form a row behind her, all maintaining a cheerful if not eerie eye contact with Jaime. They all looked much happier and much more excited than the older woman.  This older woman was the only one amongst the group of maidens who could claim to be dressed conservatively. 

Her face bore the marks of time, wrinkles etched deep into her skin and a symmetrical set of creases that pulled the corners of her lips down into a permanent, difficult-to-override frown but her brown eyes overflowed with earned wisdom and an intimidating cynicism.  She was without a doubt the oldest of the group, the heaviest, and the most concerned with putting out an appearance of presentability over sexy. There was a grace in the way she held herself, dressed in a conservative maroon Patiala Suit and sandals. Her ancient elegance was a subtle reminder of a bygone era when she might have been the desire of every man that laid eyes upon her. 

Jaime realized that more than a few of the younger women seemed to resemble this matronly figure, albeit without the same degree of wisdom and cynicism.

Despite the hardened lines etched into her face, it was evident that time had not diminished Gammy's allure. Her figure, though softened by the passage of years, possessed a certain undeniable magnetism.

Her hips, wide and commanding, curved outwards with an unapologetic abundance. Beneath the modest folds of her attire, her thighs spoke of strength and stability, rooted firmly in the ground like ancient oaks.

Above her motherly hips was more stomach than there should have been speaking to the joys of overindulgence and nourishment. 

“We need to move this along.” Her hefty breasts seemed grateful to rest upon her crossed arms and relieve a surely exhausted back. Like her thighs and stomach, the expansive circumference of her breasts had likely benefited from the year-to-year and decade-to-decade weight gain.

“Yes, Gammy. I agree; I think he’s fine!” Priya said with a smile to the gritty-voiced woman.  She returned her relieved gaze to Jaime.  

“Jaime, you have a small wound on your head but do not despair.  By the conclusion of the ceremony, we both know concerns like these will be far from us both.”

The ceremony?

“Can you stand, my dear? We must start the ceremony; my entire family is waiting!”

“Yes, let’s start!” One of the young women amongst the group echoed.  A few others joined in, echoing the enthusiasm.  “Imagine the look on everyone’s faces when they see him!  It’s going to be so cute!” 

The young women buzzed with jovial excitement and another voice floated to the top. “Do I get to hold him, Priya?”

Jaime looked at the slender girl who spoke.  What was she asking? To hold Jaime?

How would a short girl like that hold him, especially if it took five of these short, frail women just to carry him inside?  This one in particular talking to Priya looked like she could barely hold a child let alone a full-sized man. Her petite and slender thighs appeared to be no thicker than Jaime’s forearm. And she was asking if she could carry him??

“No, Satya!” For a moment, Priya’s proper veil of elegance and cordiality lifted–just enough to reveal a girl annoyed by her little sister. “I told you that it's Gammy’s honor.  It is tradition, afterall!”

“Well…can I pull the string?” Satya asked, gesturing vaguely toward Priya’s top.

The string?  What string?

Priya sighed. “That’s the Priestess’s job.”

“Okay, okay…then maybe he could…” Satya’s voice trailed off as she gestured down toward her wiggling toes. A gorgeous blue jewel decorated her middle toe, but not nearly as gorgeous as Priya’s.

“Absolutely not.” Priya scoffed, her tone more hostile and impatient.  “You’re not part of The Matriarchal Trinity!  You know all of this, Satya! You’re a part of The Wind of Women.  Can’t that be good enough for now?  Your time will come but it is not today!”

Satya had started to protest again, making the case for whatever she thought her argument was but after a mere glance from the woman called Gammy, Satya resolved to the universal language of ‘bratty little sister’ by groaning, sucking her teeth loudly, and rolling her eyes.  

“Can you stand, my love?” Priya asked.

Jaime was thoroughly confused but followed Priya’s suggestion to rise.  Shakily, he clambered up to his feet and it was the first time he’d noticed that he was dressed in a toga-like garment. The fabric was rough against his bare skin, indicating to him that he wore nothing underneath.  

No shoes, no shirt, no pants, and no underwear.  

His suspicion was confirmed when he peeked under the toga, inadvertently giving the gaggle of girls something else to giggle about before he quickly covered himself back up.

As he straightened and smoothed the toga out over the front of his body, Jaime caught the sight of something on his finger.

That’s strange…I’ve never worn rings before…

Unlike the flashing and sparkling bands of decorated gold, silver, ruby, and sapphire decorating the fingers and toes of each girl surrounding him, Jaime’s ring contained no sparkle or flash.    There were no etchings or inscriptions.  It was made from a simple flat brass…matte and nearly flesh-toned.  Jaime reached to take it off and inspect it closer but he noticed something out of the corner of his eyes.  

The cluster of girls were no longer giggling or chattering.  No longer whispering in each other’s ears. Every eye was set quietly upon him.  Staring most intently was Satya.

Of the 14 young cousins and sisters of Priya, Satya was perhaps the most petite. But while there was no doubting her slender frame, she was the tallest at about 5’-7”. Her breasts were slight compared to her sisters and cousins…perhaps small C cups, but impressive in their display as they appeared larger compared to her narrow build. 

There were others that bore resemblance to Satya’s thin frame, most were on the thicker and shorter side–but what all of Priya’s cousins and sisters had in common was the aura of royalty they exuded.  Every one of them were clad in priceless, flashy Lehenga dresses that left little to the imagination. Unlike Gammy, the sisters and cousins dared to bare, showcasing tantalizing glimpses of flat stomachs and ample cleavage that’d elevate the pulse of any warm blooded man in line of sight.  

Some breasts were barely contained within the confines of their tops, threatening to spill over if with even a deep enough breath of air. In a feeble and half-hearted attempt at modesty, a few of the even more generously endowed girls draped sheer mesh over their chests, 

Above their heaving bosoms, each woman wore a dazzling choker necklace adorned with a precious jewel, the brilliant and sparkling gems matching the vibrant hues of their Lehengas. 

Of all the jewels catching Jaime’s eye, the most beautiful and flashy of all was Priya.  Her Lehenga dress was a bright, beautiful saffron red that set the room as well as Jaime’s heart ablaze with lust.  Unlike her cousins and sisters, who called attention to their decolletage through the bejeweled choker necklaces, Priya needed no such aid.  Priya opted for something more provocative–a stunning maang tikka.  The small lavender jewel suspended at her forehead seemed to pulsate and vibrate with a hypnotic energy that drew him in closer.  It created an interesting feedback loop where his closer proximity allowed him to notice more stunning detail, causing him to lean even closer. 

Upon closer inspection, the lavender jewel contained flecks of spinning light and complex colors deeper inside–a firestorm of smoldering patterns, colors, and emotions between her beautiful eyes. From his position as Priya tended to him, Jaime could see a prodigious amount of cleavage. Her stomach was flat and her hips wide.  A well-positioned slit in her saffron red dress revealed a delicious view of her thick, dark left thigh and Jaime felt himself getting hard.  

Running further down the smooth expanse of Priya's bare leg were exquisite and luxurious sandals, each strap adorned with glistening jewels that caught the light and scattered it in a dazzling display. Her feet and ankles were garnished with gorgeous toe rings, gold rings, and anklets; her feet were flawlessly decorated just like her 14 sisters’ and cousins’ feet.  

Amidst the sea of scantily clad beauties was the only woman there that could have been called conservatively dressed. The lone beacon of modesty: Gammy. 

As her unpainted toes flexed and uncurled, a sense of pent-up frustration radiated from her big cinnamon-colored foot as she tapped the marble floor impatiently. 

Perplexed, Jaime began to wonder why all these beautiful, well-dressed women surrounding him didn’t seem to care how unpresentable he looked, especially considering that he was part of some ceremony that was taking place.  He towered over all of them, especially Priya and Gammy who couldn’t have been taller than 5’ 2”. Priya stepped on a nearby ottoman and kissed Jaime on the tip of his nose.  

“I have to take my place.  I’ll see you out there, My Love. I simply cannot wait!”

Jaime didn’t know what to say, but he could smell the fruity spice that her glossy lips had left behind on his nose.  His heart fluttered and he was rock hard.  Who the hell was this girl and where the hell was he?  

Jaime was so distracted watching Priya’s wide hips shake as she headed for the door that he didn’t notice the enclave of women slowly surrounding him. They all had huge grins and seemed to sway in unison as if they all had this unspoken sync.  Their Lehenga dresses were now tighter to their moving bodies, fully showing off the impressive width of their seductively swaying hips.  They moved their hands fluently in slow circles through the air, occasionally allowing those lucky hands to tour their faces, chests, necks, and hips.  

This was a ritual, it had to be…they were all so perfectly synced.  

The girls formed a tight, closed ring around him but Jaime could easily see over their heads to Priya.  She had turned on her heel to see the ring tightening.  Was she not as confused by this loop of women as he was?  She was not.  Standing with her body to the side, showing her full profile to Jaime, he could finally see just how far out from her frame her huge breasts protruded.  

It was staggering.  

She smiled, blowing Jaime a kiss, and the huge, decorated door shut behind her. Jaime was about to ask what was going on when one of the girls leaned in closer to him. It was Satya. Whatever words Jaime was going to say were lost in the gaze of the cute girl.  She looked so much like Priya but only a year or so younger.  One day it would be her turn but for now, it was all about her big sister. 

She took a deep breath, filling her lungs.  Her chin tilted up to align with Jaime’s eyes and she unpursed her lips, allowing a gentle flow of wind to tickle Jaime’s face.  Jaime winced, caught very off guard.  The air from her lungs had a long way to go in order to reach his face, but the small fraction that made it was warm and the scent was a mix of mint and lavender…not entirely unpleasant but very strange.  

The strangest part though, was the tingling he felt in his stomach.  Satya’s tight curls bounced as her heels struck the ground beneath her.  She was no longer on her tippy-toes and now stepped back from Jaime–sinking back into the ring of women with a huge, proud smile on her face.  The room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.  And all Jaime could hear was the pulsing of blood in his temples. And then Satya called a name.

“Nithya.”

Another young woman stepped forward, this one shorter than Satya but much more voluptuous and just as beautiful. Without even a shadow of doubt, Nithya proudly boasted the largest breasts among her many sisters and cousins. Her ample bosom bounced with each step and the deep valley of dark cleavage called to him like a forbidden fruit.

She looked up into his face and saw where his eyes were.  She didn’t look surprised.  A woman with a tantalizing swell like that was never surprised to see where a boy’s eyes would rest.  A knowing smile played upon her shimmering lips, as if she relished the attention before leaning in close.  Nithya’s breath was cooler than Satya’s, having much farther up to travel considering her short stature, but it had the same effect on Jaime’s flipping and somersaulting stomach. She didn’t step back like Satya did.  Instead, she smirked up at Jaime and without breaking eye contact, spoke two words. He didn’t understand them but they sounded so cute coming from her upturned lips.

Sab log.

Was that another name?  

Another of Priya’s cousins or sisters leaned in to join the big-breasted shorty.  She was only slightly taller than Nithya but something about this didn’t seem right.  This third woman barely had to look up to see Jaime’s eyes…and didn’t Nithya have to crane her neck just a moment ago?

Another breath of air, spiced with cloves and a hint of peppermint.  Warmer and much closer to his face now.

One by one, each of the beautiful young women stepped toward Jaime, the ring continuing to tighten around him, but how could they be moving in on him when just a few minutes ago they were already as close to him as they could have been? They all drew deep breaths and never wasted one, each set of glossy lips pointed toward his face. Each smiling woman sunk into their own rhythm of breathing in deep and gently exhaling into Jaime’s face, sides of his head, and even the back of his head.  Some were faster than others, and some were taking deeper breaths. Even as Jaime scanned in confusion and a growing panic, the lovely ladies beamed with pride and happiness, breathing the surrounding air for him and converting it within their royal lungs into a sweet-scented gust of lavender and luxurious spices.  Their substitution of oxygen was making Jaime’s head swim and things weren’t making sense. Jaime was getting it from all sides now and he didn’t understand why.  

Why were they doing this? Why were his perceptions distorting?

He noticed that their gaze was gradually lowering to meet him and he could no longer see the door from which Priya had just left.  Satya was no longer looking up to blow in his face.  He was looking her right in the eye as she smiled, matching 13 other smiling, busty girls.  

He was…getting smaller….he was shrinking!  

Initially, some women were blowing gently into Jaime’s face as others were inhaling, creating a constant stream of warm air flowing into his face.  The direction of the warm winds from their developed lungs were trending downward and soon, all 15 women were in sync, taking deep breaths and blowing on poor Jaime.  The gusts were strong and the inhales were sharp and loud, but remained slow and almost tender.  He continued dwindling before the excited girls’ eyes as they all continued blowing on him.

…all but one woman. 

He was now the same height as the shortest woman there:  Nithya…who’s breasts, stomach, hips, and thighs seemed even larger now…and he was quickly getting smaller.  

“What’s happening to me?” Jaime asked, his voice noticeably higher in pitch, but the girls didn’t answer him. It only seemed to strengthen their resolve and inspire them to continue.  Was this what they wanted?

“He’s soooo cute!” With palms planted on her knees, Satya leaned forward to look down at Jaime. “We keep going, right?” 

Gammy nodded, stern and serious as the giggling girls continued to cast the wind from their lungs on the shrinking Jaime. 

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