“Let’s nip this in the bud now while I’m thinking about it,” Kali said, sitting down on the couch, squashing Max against her leftmost ass cheek, nearly 300 sweaty pounds of weight slamming into him, as she pulled out her phone and quickly dialed up one of her top girls at Juno, Heather, her chief Scientist, to discuss the potential problem to her plan.
“Heather. Me. I think Project Amazonia might have hit its first snag,” Kali said, clenching her cheeks, sucking Max closer to the center of her ass with her micro-movement as she began to talk to her friend about his shrinkage. Even when under all her ass fat, Max could hear Kali’s conversation, and even as he agonized over the smell, heat, and weight, he was eager to hear exactly what was going on.
“What do you mean, Kali?” Said the girl named Heather over the phone, her voice much higher, damn-near agonizing on the ear, than Kali’s.
“I found a guy, Mitch or something. I don’t remember the name, freshly shrunken in the common room. He was not on the subject list for the newest batch tests, so I have no clue which variant he might have gotten or if he got one of the old ones we were tossing. We weren't handing out the old stuff for free yet, right?” Kali asked, the gears spinning in her head as she felt her victim squirm against her ass. If her head were not focused on business, she would shove him so far up her poop shoot that Max would not be seen for weeks! She had more giant shits to take care of first, and his struggling against her booty at least kept her alert.
“Not until we get the test results reviewed, at least. We don’t want to mess with the data with inferior versions,” Heather said, being one of the chief brains in Project Amazonia and having a finger on the pulse of all its happenings.
“Great. What are the chances this is just a totally unrelated guy I found and not a result of a massive breach of our entire operation?” Kali asked, her tone getting more venomous and accusatory as she spoke. Max was only half-following along with whatever was going on. House Juno was making new shrink serums that they were experimenting on with guys, and if he had heard Kali right, Max’s shrinkage might have been unrelated or against the bottom line of this Project Amazonia of theirs. He was not exactly sure how to feel about this, but at the very least, he hoped he might be set free to find someone to help him if he was useless.
“I-I am not sure. The girls we sent out to administer the serum strains just sent over their findings. I was looking at them now and-”
“-Yes?”
“It is disorganized at best on first impressions. Many serums did not work, some with unseen reactions to the formulas since the previous tests and some that worked like the street equivalent, if not worse. It is likely a result of Hazel’s half-assed approach to serum manufacturing, or we had one or more persons messing with this recent test batch before we disseminated them,” Heather explained, her tone slightly fearful but her intent clear, which was rewarded with Kali just rubbing her eyes in annoyance instead of shouting her head off.
“Fuck, this is Project Titaness all over again. I think we should put the project on pause for now. The test results will need a severe audit for tampering. We should interview every brainiac we have working on these things, including the contractors. We might as well get this little bug tested to see if he did get one of ours and all the sanctioned subjects to be safe,” Kali said, her tone thick as marble to indicate this was not a suggestion but a command. She was holding back a lot of anger but channeled it constructively. It made Max almost admire her, in a way, until she broke the silence with a massive ass blast straight into his lungs.
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!
“Did you just fart?” Heather asked, hearing the couch shaking; 15-second monster escaped Kali’s ass and pounded straight into where she was sitting and into Max’s body. Max felt like a flamethrower had just hit him. The raw heat and spicy stench made his eyes burn and feel like he was being steamed alive in butt BO and braps. He could hardly stay focused, much less breath, as the Juno girls continued their discussion.
“Yep, right into this mystery bug bridle little lungs,” Kali said with a shrug, hardly even phased at her horrid flatulence being blasted out at her captured little creature.
“So hot~,” Heather said, her tone breathy and losing focus fast. Heather was not just one of Juno’s top brains and one of Kali’s closest friends, but her on-and-off lover with an utter devotion to all things related to ass, gross or otherwise.
“You sound like Hazel, Heather. Focus up, or no rimming for an entire year. This is serious. Get Hazel and whatever Minerva girls on the payroll interviewed by the end of next week. I want a full account of the past month when the serums were being worked on. I’ll get Gavin talking personally and see if we can’t get Mistress Ventus to get some camera’s installed at the lab, keep shit like this from happening again and setting us back a month.” Kali said, throwing around a lot of names Max both knew and did not know. How big was this project of theirs? How many people, in Juno and out, were involved?
“Yes, Ma’am. I’ll have the test subjects brought in right away to be tested,” Heather said, collecting herself momentarily to say what Kali wanted to hear.
“Good. I’ll hold onto our mystery man for now. I got some anger and horniness to work through, and I won’t let him out of my sight till he’s stained brown for a lifetime,”
“Send pictures pl-” Heather started to say before Kali hung up, annoyed that her top scientist was letting her lust for her take the reins in an incredibly dire situation. Kali was bouncing around a dozen possible reasons for how this all came about, but all that took a backseat as her backseat let out another roar:
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Oh, my little bug, what to do with you? Should we keep business before pleasure and see if my dorm mother or my darling little Gavin will help with this situation, or should we let off some more steam and see how nice that shrunken dick of yours is? There is a kegger at Diana tonight, too. Maybe we go there and have some drunken fun,” Kali said rhetorically, not interested at all in what Max thought, and used him more as a soundboard as she mulled over her options (not like he was in a position to give advice either way).
Kali was steaming, she wanted the problem solved yesterday, so talking to Alexandra Ventus, the dorm mother, or Gavin, one of the scientists on the project, would help settle her a little by being productive, or she could distract herself for a bit by making Max her sex toy for a little while, or just get drunk off her fat ass at a Kegger, maybe recruit some girls for House Juno’s ideology as well. She thinks about it for a moment before deciding: