Several seconds passed in silence—more than enough time for Kali to lose the last of her patience. "Alright," she said, stepping up to her much-smaller neighbor and turning around. "I guess we're going to do this the hard way." 

Before Ophelia could beg for mercy, the Indian amazon pulled down her pants, hiked her butt out and blasted another devastating gust of gas directly into her helpless face. 

PPRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP

For the pint-sized goth, the impact was worse than both of Kali's previous farts combined. Her gas was the single worst thing she'd ever smelled in her life—and as the daughter of one of House Juno's most famous alumni, she'd inadvertently sampled more than her fair share of truly heinous farts. As her neighbor hunched down over her chest, holding her to the floor with both hands to make sure she breathed in every last bit of her latest release, it was all she could do to keep from throwing up. 

While this was happening, Max was feeling less and less optimistic about his chances of getting out of this room in one piece. He could feel his classmate's resolve fading in real-time—and based on all the rumors he'd heard about Kali in his first few weeks on campus pre-shrinking, he knew she was probably just getting started. Of course, because the gothic ogress currently had Ophelia pinned to the floor, Ophelia was laying on her back, and he was still stuck in the back of her underwear, he remained every bit as helpless as she was. 

"W-wait," stammered Ophelia, just in time to see Kali's huge, blubbery cheeks coming down to rest right on top of her head. "N-NO!"

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Clearly, Ophelia thought, Kali had done this before. Her face was pressed so deep into her amazonian neighbor's crack that she could feel Kali's huge, rancid asshole pulsing against the tip of her nose—and when it relaxed to expel another gust of septic air, there was nothing to keep it from going straight into her lungs. If Kali's first three farts had left her lightheaded, this one nearly knocked her out cold.

"You sure you don't know who took that serum?" said Kali, grinding her ass even harder into her neighbor's face. 

Beneath her, Ophelia felt increasingly uncertain about her decision to hide Max by the second—and as she felt her neighbor's asshole starting to relax again, she knew she was almost at her breaking point. "I-"

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Somehow, even after cutting several monstrous farts in a row in the last few minutes, Kali's digestive system still had gas in the tank. Her latest blast was her longest, loudest, and smelliest yet, and hit her pint-sized neighbor point-blank. For Ophelia, the result was nothing short of hell on earth.

"Whew," scoffed Kali, shaking her head. "I might have to make you check my underwear after that one. Anyway, though. You were saying?"

By now, her pint-sized neighbor was thoroughly subjugated. Her eyes felt heavy, her head was pounding, her thoughts were dim, and her nose and lungs were on fire. For all of her initial bravery during Kali's interrogation, she was more than ready to do whatever it took to get her neighbor's unsettlingly productive asshole out of her face. "Y-yeah," stuttered Ophelia, "I... I know who took the serum."

Hearing this, Max froze. He'd had a feeling it was only a matter of time before Ophelia broke under Kali's relentless torments, but that didn't make her decision any easier to process.

"Oh yeah?" As Kali finally removed her vast bulk from the pint-sized goth, she couldn't resist chuckling as she watched her neighbor gasping for air. Her amazonian cheeks had left huge red marks on either side of Ophelia's face, and she knew from considerable experience that the smell of her farts probably wasn't getting out of this room for several days. "So... who took it?"

Taking a deep breath of air, still frustratingly saturated with the aroma of Kali's ass, Ophelia sighed. "I did."

Pulling her pants back up over her powerful hips, Kali raised an eyebrow. "No shit. Why?"

"I..." Ophelia lowered her eyes. "I wanted to pick a guy last night, and thought it'd be easier with that."

"Why am I not surprised." Kali shook her head. "You can't do anything for yourself, can you? You always need a little extra help."

Powerless to push back on this claim, all Ophelia could do was scowl. 

"Now," said Kali, putting her hands on her hips. "Ordinarily, I'd take you right down to Miss V's office, and you'd be out of here. But you did such a good job huffing my farts just now that I'm feeling a little generous. So if you can tell me what happened to the serum, where it went, who took it, whatever... we can just put this whole thing behind us."

Ophelia winced. Then, seeing no other option, she brought a hand around to the back of her underwear and carefully peeled out her shrunken classmate. Dazed after another stint in the pint-sized goth's ass, it took Max several seconds to adjust to the lighting of the room. When he finally saw the giant Indian amazon looming over him, he went white.

"I gave it to this guy," said Ophelia, lamely extending the three-inch-tall freshman toward Kali. "His name's Max, he was here last night." 

"All of it?" Kali shook her head, eyeing Max like some kind of errant bug. "Do you still have the vial?"

"Y-yeah," said Ophelia, producing the vial she'd managed to keep stashed in a pocket of her skirt for the duration of Kali's torments. "It's empty, but-"

"Typical freshie." Snatching Max and the empty vial away from her neighbor, Kali shook her head. "You realize that amount of serum was meant for ten subjects?"

Struggling to get his footing in Kali's much larger hand, Max swallowed hard. So did Ophelia. "R-really?"

"Yes, really," Kali scoffed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a mess to finish cleaning up." 

"O-okay," said Ophelia, finally lucid enough to get back to her feet. "S-so, are we good?"

"Yeah. We're good." Kali shook her head. "But if you ever try some shit like this again, I'm gonna have you on toilet duty until you're thirty." 

Ophelia gulped. "G-Got it. Won't happen again." Watching Kali stepping toward the door, she shot Max a final sympathetic look. "Go easy on him, okay? He's a really good guy."

Kali paused for a moment, looked down at Max, then up at Ophelia. Then, without breaking eye contact with her neighbor, she brought Max around to the crack of her ass and cut another massive fart right in his shrunken face.

BBRRRRRTTTTTTTTT

"Didn't your mommy get you a copy of our house handbook, Kidd?" Feeling the three-inch-tall 18-year-old struggling even more intensely than before against her grip, she grinned. "There are no good guys."

Before Ophelia or Max could do anything to respond to this, Kali upped the shrunken freshman's punishment significantly by pulling back the waistband of her now-very-smelly pants and dropping him down into the crack of her ass. Then, leaving Ophelia to wallow in shame — and the lingering smell of her farts — the Indian amazon stepped through her neighbor's broken doorway and started walking.

If Max's time in Ophelia's butt had been unpleasant, Kali's was something else entirely. It was much bigger, warmer, sweatier and smellier, and her cheeks seemed even more intent on grinding him into dust between them. On top of that, her leather pants offered much less ventilation than Ophelia's skirt, trapping even more of her natural odors in with him. All at once, it became painfully clear to him that his day had taken yet another turn for the worse.