When Max looked up at Ophelia, his classmate's pale face looked whiter than ever.

"Oh, crap," she whispered, shuddering. "That's Kali!" 

"Kali?" Max's stomach dropped. Of all the big, bad girls in House Juno, Kali was far and away the biggest and the baddest. "Oh, crap..."

"Kidd!" The voice behind the door didn't sound like it was accustomed to being kept waiting. "Open up. Now." 

"J-Just a second, Kali!" Grabbing her three-inch tall classmate from her desk, the pint-sized goth forced herself to take a few deep breaths. The last time her formidable neighbor had come into her room, searching for a misplaced butt plug the size of a soda can, she'd ransacked every drawer in the place. With that in mind, she had a feeling that the only place Max would go undetected was somewhere on her person.

"Sorry," she mouthed, slipping the already-struggling shrunken freshman back into her underwear before turning her attention to the door—just in time to see it kicked clean off its hinges. "What the-"

"You need a new door," grunted Kali, hip-checking the remains of the busted oak panel to the floor and scowling. Wearing her usual fishnet crop top, black leather jacket, black leather pants, pentagram belt buckle, spiky combat boots and red prescription contact lenses, the 6'4" 280-pound Indian amazon looked like she was ready to go to war—hopefully, Ophelia thought, not against her. 

"I can see that," said Ophelia, trying not to show just how much the ringleader of Juno's undergrads still intimidated her—and, much as she didn't want to admit it, kind of turned her on. "S-so, what's up?" 

"'What's up,'" said Kali, taking another forceful step into the room and placing her hands on her hips, "is that we had a break-in at the lab last night."

"A break-in?" Shifting from foot to foot, Ophelia wasn't exactly doing the best job hiding her nerves. "D-did anything get stolen?"

"A new batch of shrinking serum," said Kali, scowl deepening. "But not the usual stuff. This batch was special."

Down in Ophelia's ass, Max was still able to get most of what the two goths were talking about—and when he heard this last part, he couldn't help feeling a brief, possibly irrational rush of hope. If the serum he'd been dosed with was something new, maybe there was still some chance of him getting back to normal. 

"S-special?" Ophelia swallowed hard. When she'd snuck into the lab last night, she hadn't had much time to grab the goods—and in her haste, she'd assumed that the several dozen vials of shrinking serum in the house's inventory were fairly uniform in quality. Based on that, she'd also assumed that a single missing vial wouldn't ruffle any feathers. Now, though, it looked like she might've made a huge mistake. "W-what kind of special?"

"None of your business," scoffed Kali. "All you have to know is that we need it back."

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Failing to suppress a nervous fart, Ophelia blushed—and below her, Max was subjected to yet another wave of overpowering stink. "S-sorry," she said, smiling weakly at her neighbor. "I think I had a little too much pizza last night."

Again, Kali scoffed. "You're apologizing for that?"


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Sticking out her butt for dramatic effect, the Indian amazon let loose with an equally-amazonian blast of gas, dwarfing her pint-sized neighbor's meager toot. The smell filled the room in a matter of seconds — even crowding out the scent of Ophelia's ass for Max — and sent both freshmen into a coughing fit. 

"G-geez, Kali," said Ophelia, forcing herself not to gag. "What did you eat?" 

"The same thing you did," said Kali, shrugging smugly. "Now... where were you last night?"

"M-me?" Feeling legitimately lightheaded from Kali's fumes, Ophelia frantically shook her head. "A-at the party! D-definitely not anywhere near the lab, if that's what you're asking."

Kali rolled her eyes. "If I had my way, I wouldn't have to be asking. But we still don't have cameras up in that part of the building, and everyone else was too caught up getting shitfaced and scissoring to watch the door... yours truly included." She slapped her huge rump and flashed a sharp-toothed grin. "Otherwise, I'd have our culprit on full-time dump duty by now."

"Heh," said Ophelia, forcing a smile and trying not to dwell on what it might be like to end up on 'dump duty' under her amazonian neighbor's vast, perpetually unwashed ass—mostly because part of her found the idea kind of hot. "T-totally."

"I know you're not the one, though," scoffed Kali. "I mean, c'mon. Big time nepo baby like you? I'm sure you could just ask mommy to buy you some shrinking serum if you really felt like it."

Ophelia frowned. While she was well aware that she was only here thanks to her wealthy mother's generous contributions to the sorority, she didn't appreciate the reminder. Then again, she knew she had little room to push back on these accusations. Not if she wanted to keep her shrunken classmate hidden—and keep her tongue from becoming Kali's full-time toilet paper. "T-then why'd you kick down my door?"

"Because, I don't like to be kept waiting." Kali smirked. "And I'm not trying to spend my whole Saturday cleaning up someone else's mess. There's a kegger at House Diana later, and I'd strongly prefer to have this whole thing wrapped up before it starts."

"Oh," said Ophelia, not quite sure how that translated into her amazonian neighbor being justified in de-hinge-ing her door. "So, uh..."

"Look," said Kali, "I know your family's a big deal around here. But that doesn't mean shit to me. All I care about right now is getting that serum back. And if you can help me do that... I might be able to make it worth your while." 

Ophelia blinked. In a matter of seconds, this conversation seemed to have gone from an interrogation into something completely different. "W-what do you mean?"

"I mean, I might be able to accelerate your initiation process." Kali's smirk grew. "Most freshies take a full two semesters... but if I really felt like it, and I put in a good word with Miss V... you could be a full member by winter break."

Against her better judgment, Ophelia's eyes went wide. After all the nepotism that had tainted her admission to Juno, nothing would bring her more satisfaction than rising through the ranks of the house on her own merits. If this meant becoming an underling to campus boogeyman like Kali, that was a sacrifice she was more than willing to make. At the same time, though, she knew her shrunken classmate was counting on her not to hand him over—and based on the way he was struggling around in the back of her underwear, he wanted absolutely no part of this deal. "W-what's the catch?"

"The catch?" Kali's expression hardened. "Almost sounds like you know who took the serum."

"What?" Ophelia flinched. "N-no! Of course not!"

"Alright, just checking," said Kali, warier than before. "Hypothetically speaking, if you did know, and you're holding out on me... that could get very unpleasant, very quick."

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As if to demonstrate this, the Indian amazon hiked her butt out again and blasted out a full ten seconds of rancid gas—enough to send Ophelia to her knees, gasping for breath.

Meanwhile, in the pint-sized goth's ass, Max was on the verge of a full-on panic attack. Between Ophelia's apparent willingness to make a deal with the biggest, scariest girl in House Juno, and the several rancid farts the two had exchanged in the last few minutes, he seemed to have entered some kind of surreal gothic nightmare—and there was no clear exit in sight.

Stepping up to Ophelia's crumpled form, Kali frowned. "Well, Kidd? What'll it be?"