After so many hours trapped inside her dark, smelly ass-crack, the light outside Vanessa’s panties was almost blinding. Still, Max felt nothing but relief when his captor’s hand reached in to fish him from between her cheeks, and lifted him up toward her scowling face.

“God, you reek. Disgusting little bug.” She sneered, as if it wasn’t her ass's scent he was currently soaked in. “Although to be fair, men are already disgusting creatures by default. If anything this is probably an improvement over your usual smell. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Vanessa,” Max gasped. He was so grateful to be breathing fresh, non-fart air again, he’d agree with just about anything she said. “Th-Thank you…”

“Hm.” She sniffed. “Anyway, it’s time for your performance review. You spent a whole day as my fart absorber. Do you think you did a good enough job to earn my help?”

Max looked up at her, fearful.

“Frankly, I thought you were terrible. Basically every time I farted I could smell it at least a little, especially when I lifted the covers this morning. Plus, the moment I gave you a break before bed, you immediately tried to get out of working overnight. Lazy fucker.” She shook her head. “Still… I wasn’t expecting much from someone of your gender to begin with. If I judge you as a man, rather than a person, I guess you just about get a passing grade.”

“Then… does that mean..?”

“Congratulations, bug. I’ll see what I can do about growing you back to normal.”

Max felt like he could cry. “Oh, thank you, thank you!” He fell to his knees and kissed the palm of her hand.

“Ugh, whatever.” Vanessa dropped him onto the bed, where he landed with a soft thud. She stood, stretched, and began changing out of her clothes. “To start with, I have a call to make. I have a decent idea as to where your shrinking serum came from. House Juno has a regular contact for all matters involving tinies.”

“Right!” Max nodded. He was actually hopeful for the first time since being shrunk. “What should I do?”

“You? You just focus on doing what men do best,” she answered, shimmying out of her panties. “Nothing. Get some rest. I’m sure you need it after putting a fraction more than minimum effort into a task for once in your life. In fact, let me make sure you’re comfortable.”

Before he could react, Vanessa was reaching toward him – in her other hand, the underwear she’d imprisoned him inside for the past 24 hours. She wrapped them around him then balled them up in her fist, leaving him wrapped up like a foul-smelling mummy.

“Last one for the road,” she mocked. Then she raised a leg and placed the ball of fabric against her naked ass-crack.

FFFFFRRRRAAAAPPP

After ensuring the ball was fully doused in her stink, Vanessa threw it across the room and into her dirty laundry hamper. “Enjoy,” she smirked, finished changing, and left.

Inside the ball, Max squirmed frantically to free himself, with some difficulty. If being thrown around like a rag doll hadn’t left him dizzy enough, the rancid eggy fumes he was forced to breathe instead of oxygen certainly did; he couldn’t seem to free himself from the tangle of dirty cloth, no matter how much he struggled. Somehow his face ended up plastered right against the still-warm seat of the panties.

“Screw it,” he sighed, giving up. All the fatigue from his day of suffering seemed to catch up with him at once, and he lay still, resigning himself to this new prison. His eyes were already growing heavy.

The hamper made a soft bed, at least, even if it stunk to high heaven.

Outside, Vanessa scrolled through her phone contacts until she found the name she was looking for. Hazel Berry, one of the University’s smartest students, and quite possibly its horniest. She had little interest in anything non-pornographic, but she did make use of her biochemical abilities for various freelance work. House Juno was a frequent customer of her shrinking serum.

Vanessa dialled and waited. The phone rang eight times before Hazel finally picked up.

“Hello?”

“Morning, Hazel,” she replied. “It’s Vanessa, from Juno.”

“Oh, hey, Van.” There was a pause. “What’s up?”

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Nope. Well, I mean, I’m in the middle of rubbing one out, but you aren’t interrupting that. Helping, if anything.” The phone rustled, and there was a soft, wet noise on the other end.

“Quit that,” Vanessa snapped. “I have a question. Did you make a shrinking serum recently for anyone in House Juno?”

“Umm… maybe? Give me a sec.” There came a few keyboard clacks. “Ah! Yeah, I remember that one. Special formula, pain in the ass to synthesize. Why do you ask?”

“Because I think it’s just turned up. Or at least, the poor loser who got dosed with it has.”

“Oooh, so you’ve got yourself a tiny?” She could hear the lust in Hazel’s voice. “Why don’t you drop him off with me? I’ll give him a look over.”

“Nice try,” Vanessa smirked. “I leave him with you, the only way I’ll ever see him again is if I go probing up your ass.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time…”

“Look, I’m calling because I promised the little bug I’d help him out.” She sighed. “What’s the deal? Is there any way to reverse his shrinking?”

“In theory, sure.” The genius replied casually. “Getting him all the way back to normal might take a while, but a couple more inches? Easy." She paused. "Or… we could give him an entirely different serum. With some much more interesting effects.”

That caught Vanessa’s interest. “Such as?”

She could practically sense Hazel’s grin through the phone. “All depends on what you’re into. Physically, we can play around with his size if it’s not currently to your liking, or increase his durability to the point he can survive a trip through your body. Then there are the psychological effects. I once had a commission to give this tiny a crippling fear of his owner’s farts… but I can just as easily do the opposite. You want your miniguy addicted to your gas? Just say the word.”

At that, Vanessa paused to think. She had legitimately intended to help Max return to normal if she could – well, actually she’d planned on holding the cure over his head and forcing him to degrade himself further to earn it. But these additional effects had changed the game. She was now in a position to dominate a male further than she ever had before. Make him truly understand what a goddess she was, and how worthless he and his entire gender were by comparison.

“So? What do you think?” Hazel asked.

“Just a second.” She was going to accept, she knew. She just had to decide what exactly she wanted the effects to be…