The Mother of Invention
Shrunken First Semester
Chapter 6
If Max's first day of being three inches tall was long and unpleasant, the next six were something else entirely. Despite ending up in the care of one of Ventus's best and brightest scientific minds, he quickly found himself pressed into a never-ending cycle of humiliating tests and experiments—all of which, for some reason, seemed to involve the brilliant Black amazon's butt, feet, sweat, and farts. While Veronica continually reassured him that this was all in the service of science, he couldn't shake the feeling that it was much more about helping her live out her most depraved, dommy fantasies than anything else.
His only respite from the voluptuous dorm mother's torments came at night, nestled into her huge ass to prevent him from escaping, trying to get what little sleep he could between her incessant nocturnal emissions. Aside from that, it was a day-in-day-out cycle of domination with no apparent rhyme or reason—and by the end of his first week as her involuntarily resized test subject, his odds of returning to normal felt slimmer than ever.
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Today, seven days out from his first fateful morning waking up in the common room of House Minerva, he was roused by one of Veronica's farts—probably at least the thousandth one he'd had to endure to date. After a full week of breathing almost nothing but the giant dorm mother's rancid fumes, he was starting to find the act of doing so a little less openly uncomfortable—but with his tiny face trapped squarely against her asshole, there was nothing to lessen the sound, impact, or smell.
"Good morning, Max," said Veronica, rolling out of bed and pressing her tiny test subject even further against her huge pucker. "How'd you sleep?"
"F-fine," said Max, prying his lips away from his captor's asshole to manage a response. "Better than last night."
"Good," she said, smiling. "You're adapting. I had a feeling you would. That serum you got dosed with is... very interesting." Slipping into some panties to keep Max from sliding out of his prison, the Black giantess glanced at her phone and grinned. "Well, look at that."
"W-what?" Muffled by Veronica's cheeks, and underwear, Max's voice was barely audible.
"Automated email from the lab," said Veronica, throwing on a shirt, skirt, stockings and shoes before stepping over to the door. "The first round of tests I set up last Saturday finally finished."
Max froze. "Y-You mean..."
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Shivering with pleasure as she felt her tiny test subject starting to squirm around in the aftermath of yet another fart, Veronica giggled. "I mean, we're about to find out what you got dosed with."
*
Twenty minutes later, following some much-needed coffee and eggs, Veronica was back in her lab, booting up her research equipment. Beneath her, Max remained as dazed as ever—and was already bracing for the effects that her breakfast would doubtlessly inspire once it all started going through her digestive system.
"Alright," she said, smiling. "Moment of truth."
A second later, sure enough, the results of her testing appeared onscreen. When she saw them, her eyes went wide. "Hmm. That's... interesting."
"What is it?" Still trapped between the mature amazon's immense buttocks, all Max could do was squirm around impatiently.
"The serum you got dosed with doesn't match any of the serums we've got on file here," said Veronica, giving her cheeks a playful clench around her test subject to limit his struggles. And we've got most of the big ones. Looks like whatever you got dosed with is a custom job."
"So... what does that mean?" With his capacity to struggle limited, Max felt more powerless than ever.
"If you're asking whether it'll help you get back to normal, no." Veronica shook her head. "Given that this is a whole new serum, there's probably no antidote. So, we'd need to synthesize a completely new one from scratch. Which means at least a year of testing, R&D, the works."
"A year?" Max felt his heart sink. If Veronica was telling the truth, all the hopes he'd been holding out until now seemed more irrational than ever.
"Tough break, I know," said Veronica, smirking. "But not the end of the world."
"H-how can you say that?" With his dreams of escaping this nightmare collapsing before his eyes, Max had no reservations raising his voice.
"Because," said Veronica, firmly clenching her cheeks again to scold her tiny test subject for his audacity, "whoever designed this serum was nothing short of a genius. Usually, these kinds of compounds are single use. You take it, the effects kick in, and that's it. But this one binds directly to your DNA. So, once it's there, it's there forever. And it seems to be designed to respond to various supplementary serums that affect different parts of your body."
"Wh-..." Crushed tighter than ever between Veronica's big, blubbery buttocks, Max needed every ounce of energy at his disposal to eke out a reply. "What?"
"Sorry," giggled Veronica, relaxing her cheeks. "Sometimes I forget you're not a science guy. Let me dumb it down a little for you. There's no way to reverse the primary effect of this serum, but you can adjust its secondary effects after you take it. So, hypothetically, we could make you a little stronger, a little smaller, a little more... compliant..."
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As another thunderous fart exploded out of his giant captor's asshole and into his face, Max grimaced. Everything she was in the process of laying on him made her gas smell even worse than before. Now, it wasn't just some temporary torment to endure. If worst came to worst, this might just be his life forever.
"O-okay," he wheezed, struggling not to cough on the remains of Veronica's breakfast. "So, uh... so what?"
"Well," said Veronica, adjusting her glasses. "Really, at this point, it stops being a chemistry problem and starts being more of a business opportunity. Up until now, most shrinking serums have been fairly... niche. They're expensive, they're unreliable, and they're hard to synthesize. But this... well, according to these results, this serum might be incredibly easy to produce at scale. And it's modular."
Max groaned. "You're saying you're going to start making this stuff?"
"Precisely," said Veronica, peeling her shrunken test subject out of her ass and pulling him up to her face. "And you're going to help me do it."
Squinting his eyes to adjust to the sudden influx of bright light from the lab's overheads, Max scowled. "Me?"
"Yes, you." She giggled. "I mean, what else are you supposed to do now?"
"I don't know..." Max's face fell. "Try to get back to normal?"
Veronica snorted. "Good luck finding anyone else who could make that happen for you. Then again, I suppose I've already got more than enough of your DNA to start making the serum by myself... so I guess I could let you go, and you could go strike out on your own." She grinned. "Assuming you don't get stepped on, just trying to get out of this building. Or found by someone much less merciful than I am."
As Veronica's words sank in, Max started feeling even worse than ever. The more the giant dorm mother laid out just how fucked he appeared to be, the more part of him couldn't help seriously considering her offer.
"And even if you made it out of here, then what? Going to the hospital?" Veronica scoffed. "Like any run-of-the-mill doctor would have any clue what to do with you."
Max sighed. "You don't think so?"
"I know so," said Veronica, sounding smugger than ever. "I'm sure this seems like a tough break from where you're sitting right now. But what I'm really offering you here is a purpose. A chance to help me build something that changes the world, for the better."
"By making it easier to shrink people?" Max winced.
"Men, specifically." Veronica flashed another grin. "Just imagine it. A guy like you, for every woman in the world? It'd be a revolution. Bigger than the internet."
"I..." Struggling to accept everything Veronica was saying at face value, Max shook his head. "I guess I never saw you as a business type."
"Ordinarily, no." Veronica's grin grew. "But I minored in Economics as an undergrad. And it's not every day that a trillion-dollar opportunity like this falls into my lap. Anyway, enough talk. What'll it be?"
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