“WAIT! Wait…I don’t want my food getting cold! Food and factoids first, then fucking, right Miniguy~” Hazel said aloud, pulling her hand out of the front of her pants and licking the discharge like it were liquid sugar. Max, still pressed up against her unwashed, fetid furnace of an ass, was glad this gooner of a geek kept her head on straight for at least the bare minimum to eat the McDonalds she had, but wished he did not have to be kept up her butt either way.
“Let’s get out of here before someone thinkings I’m willing to share either my food OR you,” Hazel said, giving her butt a few clenches before grabbing her food and heading towards her room. The walk to Hazel’s dorm was brief but hellish. Her butt, two mounds of mountainous jello, practically clapped against Max with each step. He felt the slime-coated walls of her fat slaw their sludge off onto him with each slap, sometimes sticking him to their surface till he peeled himself off. It did not help Hazel’s gut was working through something as she crop-dusted the hall with each step.
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The farts getting longer, louder, and wetter the longer she walked. It was a miracle Hazel did not shit her pants when she got to her dorm, a far-off corner of the dilapidated Prosperina building.
“Goon cave, sweet goon cave,” Hazel giggles, unlocking the door and entering her lair. Prosperina's dorm rooms were the worst quality, but Hazel’s seemed almost lovely through her modifications. The peeling-off pocket-dot wallpaper was masked with a myriad of porn posters, such as an image of Princess Celestia defecating onto a plate and another depicting Tracer turned into a thong for a 600-pound Zarya, to the only name of a few. Her concrete floors were covered in a series of see-through office chair mats, the wall-mounted AC augmented with a series of odd devices that made it work well past its poor efficiency, and her shoddy ethernet port replaced with several server modems, six monitors, and a BEAST of a water-cooled PC, placed on a 12-foot long desk, worth almost as much as Hazel’s entire tuition, with the most modest part being her bed, just a stained mattress a thin blanket covered in sex toys and dolls.
“Alright, Miniguy, let’s eat, speak, and get our freak on!” Hazel said, putting her food down on her desk and fishing Max out of her butt, his head spinning from the trip and reeking of her butt fumes and discharge in a way that perforated his soul.
“A-are we gonna talk about getting me to normal now? PLEASE!?!?” Max asked his focus solely on his size restoration and doing everything in his power to be any more of a sex toy to this woman than he already was.
“Sure, sure, I like to multitask when I eat anyway. Usually, I game, but talking to you will make the sex more fun later. Edge it out with SMALL talk, HA!” Hazel said, sitting her fat ass down on her gaming chair and placing Max at the far end of her desk, giving him enough distance as she began to pull out all her food, which ended up being eighty nuggets, six large fries, and at least four of each dipping sauce on the menu.
“Okay…so, how can I get back to normal? Is there a cure? Some treatment? A growth ray or something we could get?” Max asked, his worry about having to potentially fuck this fat geeky gooner slowly rising to the ranks of him remaining this size any longer than he needed to. Hazel was not bad-looking, per se. For Max’s metric, she was shapely, and he had a thing for geeky girls, but her attitude was a HUGE turn-off. She saw him more as a novelty, a sexual fantasy given life, more than a person, and if she were not his best shot at getting back to normal, he would just run away in an air vent and find someone else.
“Technically, there is no way to get you back to normal. To my knowledge, no one has tried to make one, or at least has not gone public with it.” Hazel admitted, putting a nugget between each finger and dipping them all in different sauces before shoving her entire fist down her mouth to eat them all at once.
“Then you lied when you said I could be cured!” Max yelled, just about to panic at being scooped up by this freak and with no chance of returning to normal. She grabbed a fry and tossed it at Max, who grabbed onto it like a warm, oily security blanket to steady himself with.
“BUT it is, hypothetically, possible. I said it would be tough, didn’t I? I need to devise a way to get you to normal from scratch, which I have been noodling around a bit in some of my versions of the shrink serum.” Hazel said, shoving handfuls of fries down her mouth after articulating herself in a way that almost gave Max hope.
“I won’t get technical with you, considering you did not even know what a roofie was, but shrinking serums are not precisely made with regrowth in mind. They are expensive to produce, have no real practical applications besides sexy kinky reasons and kidnapping, and are almost exclusively produced by likeminded intellectuals like myself who find tiny people sexy~” Hazel continued to explain, making her best attempt at a sultry wink at that last part. Still, the sight of her mouth dripping with sauces and fry salt undercut her attempt.
“Most of the serums on the market are swill at best. I had to look at a few to reverse engineer for my Juno serums and trust me; they're shit. They made that stuff in a kitchen sink and an unwashed pickle jar. The serums I make are much more pure and, assuming the tests over at Juno work out, can even be modulated with the right formula for different results, such as increasing height. I will need to determine what kind of formula you took. There are about thirty on the market with subtle differences and quality and go from there on how to best treat you. With enough time and incentives, I can alter your biochemistry to be receptive to growth-enhancing formulas I made for the Juno girls Miniguys.” Hazel concluded that she was already done with her meal more than half the way. She had been explaining all this to Max in a short few minutes.
“So, you just need to figure out what kind of shrinking serum I got, give me some new serums, and you can get me back to normal?” Max asked, his face beaming and his mind more at ease. Hazel knew what she was talking about and, if not for her obvious chronic masturbator issues, would rule house Minerva if she applied herself more.
“Yep. IF you make it worth my while,” Hazel said, grabbing another fry and pocking it towards Max, who used the one she handed him earlier to block her attempts to get at him.
“I don’t have any money on me, so…I guess I will owe you?” Max said. He had only been around this woman for barely thirty minutes, but he knew what she wanted in exchange for help but lacked the courage to admit it to her or himself.
“I want to fuck you, Miniguy. Actually, not just fuck, but make you the cornerstone of the MANY kinks and fetishes I never had anyone of the right size or durability to explore them with. I will do things to you that would make all 4chan BLUSH, haha!” Hazel said, her tone getting more loose and depraved, the scientific mask coming off as her mind raced with possibilities.
“I-I am not sure I am cool with-URGH!!” Max started to say before Hazel grabbed at the fry she gave him earlier and shoved it in his mouth to shut him up.
“You want to get back to normal, right? It will take a lot of time and money, not to mention me putting my full thicc ass behind it mentally. I get lost in sexy thoughts pretty quickly. I own up to that, but you can make sure I stay focused. I could get you back to normal in less than a month, for all we know, IF I am fulfilled enough sexually.” Hazel explained, gesturing to her room, equal parts goon cave and STEM genius laboratory.
“What are you purposing, exactly?” Max asked, wanting to get to the heart of the issue.
“For every orgasm I get from you, that is an hour of my time I put towards your regrowth project. I usually orgasm around a dozen times a day, so assuming you manage to make me get there all by yourself, say tomorrow, you could have half an entire day of me working on your growth the day after! Also, I am in charge of how you get me there; anything goes! We also do it whenever I want, no exception. I am not a monster, though. I don’t want to fuck a small corpse, so all your needs will be taken care of during our partnership. You name it: food, water, clothing, porn, a place to sleep, a hotty to sleep with. Just ask. You got it. Deal?” Hazel said, outlining her terms with just as much sensual undertones as practical negotiating.
Max hated the idea of being a toy for Hazel’s depraved mind, but she could be his only chance of getting back to normal with a good shot of succeeding, so, after a few moments of deliberation, Max decides: