He was far from certain about his choice, but Vanessa at least had promised to help him. The next girl might not be so generous.
“Okay then, I’d like to go with you.” Max replied. Then added a hasty “please.”
Vanessa’s eyes seemed to shine. “Good choice, bug.”
Without further warning, the giantess swiped him off the table and lifted him high into the air. The sheer speed of the movement left him reeling – it was several seconds before he realised he was being lowered beneath Vanessa’s skirt, while her free hand pulled out the back of her panties.
“Wait!” Was all he had time to cry out before he was unceremoniously dumped inside pale goth butt-crack. The sweat on her cheeks helped him slide further down until he finally came to a stop, deep within the reeking canyon; the smell of her last fart was still strong here, accompanied by the raw, earthy smell of unwashed ass. Max gagged and immediately began squirming for release.
“Hey, that tickles.” Vanessa snickered. “This ought to calm you down some.”
BBBOOORRRRRRRFFF
The previous fart had been bad. But he hadn’t taken that one at point blank range. This time, Max was close enough that the sound was deafening, and he could actually feel the heat of the wind on his skin. The way it vibrated against her cheeks sent them jiggling all around his body. And the smell…
He might as well have just stuck his head inside a used toilet. The stink of her was all around him, smothering, suffocating. Every breath he took was air sourced direct from her asshole. The odour was so foul it sapped his very strength; too weak to resist, he lay back limp against the fabric of her panties, unable to do anything but lie still and inhale more putrid gas with each breath.
“That’s better.” Said Vanessa, feeling his struggles stop. “Now let’s get you upstairs.”
As she walked, her fatty cheeks ground together and chewed Max between them. It wasn’t painful, though, more like being pummelled by two soft, smelly pillows. And he only needed to endure it for a minute before Vanessa’s hand came reaching in to fish him out, raising him up once more.
House Juno was the school’s oldest sorority, and that was reflected in the architecture of Vanessa’s room: gothic and old-fashioned, but luxurious. The colour scheme was primarily black, with some splashes of very dark grey. A four-poster bed occupied the majority of the space, but there was plenty of room for a bookshelf, candlelit table, full length mirror, writing desk and wardrobe without it feeling cramped. In one corner of the room there seemed to be a growing collection of bondage gear – chains, handcuffs, latex and leather, smother chairs and gas-masks. Thankfully, nothing that would work on Max at his current size.
The giantess walked over to her desk and set him down, where he promptly collapsed, wheezing. He was still recovering from his foul ordeal in her ass, coughing up fart with each exhale. Vanessa, meanwhile, had sat down at the desk and was studying him in silence, a curious expression on her pale white face. “What is that? Is she enjoying this?” He wondered.
Eventually Max regained enough strength to stand. “Did you have to carry me in your ass?” he asked wearily.
“Wow. Typical man.” Vanessa sneered. “First you beg for my help, then you complain about the way I choose to help you. How about you show a little gratitude, bug?”
“...thank you.” He forced the words out. The indignity was almost painful, but he needed to stay on her good side.
Vanessa black lips curled in a smirk. “Better.” She sat back in her chair, folding her arms behind her head. “So how did you like my ass, bug? How did my fart taste?”
“Terrible.” Max couldn’t lie. “The worst thing I’ve ever smelled.”
“Mm. Yeah, that sounds right.” She nodded. “Every guy I’ve had trapped inside a smother box has said something similar. I think it’s my vegan diet that does it. Lots of leafy greens.” She shrugged. “You’re just gonna have to get used to it, I guess, since you’ll be sniffing a lot more than that before we’re done.”
“W-what?” He stammered. “But you promised – you said you’d help!”
“And I will. But not for free. What, were you expecting me to do all the work turning you back to normal while you sat around jerking off and watching YouTube?” She scoffed. “Fuck off. You want my help, you need to earn it.”
“Earn it? How?”
“By becoming my personal fart-absorber. Here’s the deal. I’m going to put you back in my ass, where you’ll spend a full day sniffing up as much of my gas as your pathetic little lungs can manage. Tomorrow, if I judge you’ve done a good enough job, I’ll jump straight on getting you unshrunk. If not, you’ll have another 24 hours to prove yourself. And so on. The better job you do, the faster you get back to being a figurative bug instead of a literal one.” She leaned forward again. “You want my help. I want my farts sniffed. Even a thick-headed male like you should be able to understand this simple mutually beneficial exchange, right?”
Max hesitated. He supposed it was fair for him to work as well, since he was asking Vanessa to… but the thought of going back in those panties made him shudder. “Isn’t there anything else I can do?”
“Hmm. I’m open to suggestions. If you’d prefer to be my living toilet brush, just say the word and I’ll show you to your work station.” Her eyes narrowed. “But decide quickly. I have another fart brewing, and if you miss it because you were wasting time arguing with me, I’ll make you regret it.”
“O-okay,” he gulped, trying to think. His size limited his ability to be useful, but still, there had to be something he could offer to do. Even if it was only a little less gross than smelling farts, he’d count it as a victory.
With Vanessa’s eyes staring daggers toward him, the pressure was on. What was his new job going to be?