The next several hours were the longest of Max's life. Trapped up Veronica's ass as she headed to the dining hall for breakfast before stopping by her office in the Chemistry department to catch up on work, he was subjected to at least several dozen farts and an endless flood of butt sweat. When the amazonian dorm mother finally peeled him out and dropped him down on her desk, he was barely conscious.
"Fascinating," said Veronica, duly impressed at his apparent resilience in spite of everything she'd thrown at him—and the visible arousal the whole ordeal had left him with. "Any normal human of your size would be dead by now."
"D-dead?" Still struggling to get his bearings and adapt to the sudden influx of fresh, oxygen-rich air flowing into his lungs, the tiny freshman winced.
"It's simple physics, really." The 6'4" chemist shifted her hips a little, making her chair groan. "The human body just isn't built to withstand that kind of pressure for that long. To say nothing of the smell."
"Oh," said Max, coughing a few times. On the one hand, if what she was saying was true, he was lucky to be alive. On the other hand, he wasn't excited for whatever "experiments" she was going to put him through in order to find out why.
"In other words," said Veronica, adjusting her glasses, "it seems like you're stronger than you look. The only question now is... just how much stronger?"
"W-what do you mean?"
"I mean, it's time to run some tests." Standing up and grabbing her tiny captive, the statuesque amazon strolled over to the double doors behind her desk. As the doors slid open, Max saw that the room beyond was a vast, state-of-the-art chem lab—clearly, some kind of private study for Veronica's personal projects.
"First things first," said Veronica, strolling over to a large digital scale in the corner of the room. "Pressure."
Max blinked. "W-what?"
Rather than answering, his giant captor simply stooped to place him on the scale—then butt-slammed herself down on top of him!
For Max, the impact of Veronica's butt was nothing short of biblical. Even after several hours of close proximity to her all-powerful booty, nothing could have prepared him for the overwhelming force of her entire 300-pound frame dropping like a bomb. It was like getting hit by a train, times a thousand—and Veronica was just getting started. After several subsequent butt-slams, the only thing that made her stop was the fact that the scale had given out—the plate bent beyond repair and the digital display cracked beyond recognition.
"My, my," said the dorm mother, eyeing the broken scale and raising her eyebrows. "You really are a tough one."
Below her, against all odds, Max was still breathing—but just barely. "Veronica, please... I..."
"Don't worry," she said, plucking him up and stepping over to a shelf full of beakers and glassware. "We're almost done."
Again, rather than giving Max an overview of the test he was about to endure, she set right to work—grabbing a large conical flask from the shelf and dropping her shrunken captive inside. As Max struggled to get his bearings inside the clear-walled enclosure, he felt the whole thing shifting. Looking up, he had just enough time to take a final deep breath before Veronica brought the flask around to her ass and pressed her asshole over the top!
PRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP
If the previous test had been designed to crush him, this one was clearly meant to asphyxiate him—and if her first fart was any indication, he wasn't optimistic about his chances. Trapped inside the flask, with nothing to breathe but the remains of Veronica's breakfast, Max already felt even dizzier and more nauseous than ever.
"S-stop," he tried to say, but the only thing that came out was a strained wheeze.
PPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP
After a heavy lunch of pizza and spicy wings, the dorm mother's farts proved more than enough to silence her shrunken captive—and she was loving every second of it. Biting her lip, her eyes closed, with one hand on Max's flask and another between her legs, she could hardly contain herself. Maybe, she thought, this little pervert was good for something after all.
"Mmm... mmmmf..."
Inside the flask, Max could feel himself getting weaker. Inundated by a flood of hot, humid, revoltingly rancid-smelling gas, his thoughts were a hazy stream at best, although one specific thought seemed much louder and clearer than the rest: that this was where he really belonged.
"V-veronica..." He wheezed. "P-p... l... ease..."
BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
Rather than showing any mercy, Veronica continued her relentless barrage of flatulence. Based on her calculations, she had full confidence that he'd survive—albeit with a not-insignificant risk of lingering psychological damage. Then again, she reminded herself, that was a small price to pay for the scientific breakthroughs he represented.
"Ver... o-oniii..." Inside the flask, Max could only hang on for a few seconds more before he blacked out.
*
When Max finally came to, he was sitting on Veronica's desk—and his giant captor looked very pleased.
"You know, you're a very interesting specimen, Max," said the giant dorm mother, patting him on the head with a finger.
"T-thanks..." Swallowing hard, the tiny freshman struggled to form the words. "S-so, um... did I pass?"
"Pass what?" Veronica smirked.
"You know... the pressure plate and the glass tube? C-can you grow me back to normal now?"
"You mean the Erlenmeyer flask?" She chuckled. "That was just my way of knocking you out. Made it much easier to take a few DNA samples and do some real testing..."
Max sighed. "Oh..."
"Hey," she said, smiling, "cheer up. Based on what I found, I've already got several ideas for follow-up experiments."
"Oh..." Again, Max's head was pounding, and not just because of his injuries. "W-well, y-you said-"
Veronica narrowed her eyes. "I said you'd make a good test subject. And I was right. And so you're going to continue being my test subject until I'm done with you. Do I make myself clear?"
"...Y-yeah, sure," mumbled Max.
"Good." The giant dorm mother grinned. "That's better."
"So... what now?"
"Now?" Veronica leaned back in her chair. "Well, there's one experiment in particular I'm keen to try..."