"Oh, shit," Max muttered. "That's Vanessa."
There weren’t many women he would have hoped to be discovered by in House Juno, but this 5’7, 180 pound goth certainly wasn’t one of them. Vanessa had neon green hair, ghostly pale skin, and plump black lips that seemed to be fixed in a perpetual scowl. She wore a tight black t-shirt that exposed her midriff above a skull belt, dark leather skirt and leggings. Her shirt’s Metallica logo was stretched wide by her sizeable chest, which still looked small in comparison to her enormous hips and ass. Her appearance alone was intimidating… but it was her reputation that had Max worried.
Few students embodied the beliefs of their house as strongly as Vanessa did Juno; specifically, the belief that men were disgusting, weak, pitiful creatures that existed solely to serve the superior sex. Vanessa was known to bully and belittle her male cohorts at every opportunity. He recalled an incident where she’d arrived at class late to find a freshman sitting in “her” seat, and wordlessly yanked his lower body onto the floor before using his face as a cushion for the following two-hour lecture. Then there was the poor guy who’d been foolish enough to ask her out on a date. He promptly vanished for three straight weeks, only to be discovered wandering about campus in just his underwear, stinking like an outhouse and too terrified to explain where he’d been.
“I think I’ll take my chances with someone else.” Max was just thinking he should find somewhere to hide when the giantess stopped, and her bright blue eyes locked onto his tiny form.
“Well, well.” Her lips twitched in what was almost a smirk. “What have we here?”
Too late now. “H-hello?” He called out, covering his nakedness. “It’s Vanessa, right? My name’s Max! I just woke up like this – I don’t know what’s happened!”
“No? I can tell you what’s happened. A pathetic, puny bug has been put in his rightful place.” She sauntered over to the coffee table, her shadow spilling across him. He had to crane his neck to see her face past her breasts. “Look at you. So fragile, so helpless. Isn’t this a much more fitting size for your gender? Now you’re as weak physically as you are on the inside.”
Max gulped. “Just listen, please! I need you to – ”
BBBBBRRRRUUUPP
A loud, angry-sounding rumble cut Max off mid sentence. He had just enough time to realise Vanessa had farted before the smell reached him. Then, a single breath of her foul wind sent him to his knees.
“You need me to what?” Vanessa asked, smiling darkly as she watched the tiny cough and hack inside her poison cloud. “I can’t understand you, silly bug, so I’ll have to guess. You need me to enslave you, is that it? You’re too scared and pathetic to lead your own life, so you want to become a tiny part of mine instead. Well, if that’s what you want. I could do with a new toy to play with, someone I can torture, tease and force to worship me. In return I’ll feed and protect you, and even give you a warm, cosy home to live in, although I don’t want to hear any complaints about the smell…”
“This girl is crazy!” Max forced himself to stand, fighting the putrid gas that swirled around him. “No!” He gagged. “Listen to me, I need help! There has to be a way to get me back to normal. Please, go find a chemistry major, or contact the University, or something! Stop being such a… uh…”
He didn’t finish his remark. Beneath Vanessa’s cold gaze, the words died in his throat. He suddenly realised just how vulnerable he was, and how little this giantess cared for his well-being. He might even have tried to run, if he wasn’t afraid of pissing her off even more.
“Alright then, bug.” She said at last. “I’ll help you out. I’ll even take care of you myself, bring you up to my room and keep you safe. Then I’ll try to find out how you were shrunk and if there’s a way to reverse it.”
“Oh. Uh… really?” Max was surprised, and more than a little suspicious, at how kind she was suddenly being. “Well, thanks…”
“Or, if you don’t want my help, I can leave you here for someone else to find.” Her cruel smile returned. “But I wouldn’t want to risk you getting hurt. Since I’m such a nice person, I’ll find something soft and cushiony to wrap you up tight in…” she flashed the underside of her skirt, thumbing the waistline of her panties. “...and leave a note here on the table so that whoever comes along knows exactly what they should do with you.”
"R-right..." That didn’t sound good. But wasn’t sure trusting the sadistic goth giantess was such a good idea, either. “Couldn’t you just pretend you didn’t see me?” He asked weakly.
“Hurry up and make your choice.” Vanessa snapped. “Before I make it for you.”