The second Kali got out of Ophelia's room, she promptly pulled out her phone and dialed one of her fellow Juno higher-ups. "Heather. Me. Found our missing serum."

"What?" While Max couldn't hear much of Kali's conversation from his new prison between the Indian amazon's cheeks, the voice on the other end was loud enough to get all the way down to him. It was very high and, judging by the amount of energy it had responded with, just as eager as his new captor to get to the bottom of this whole thing. "Where?!"

"You know that new girl, Kidd? Nepo case? She gave the whole thing to some other fuckin' loser freshie." As Kali strode down the hall, the few housemates she passed respectfully stepped out of her way. "Anyway, I'm coming down to the lab right now. See you soon."

"Now? Fuck." Heather sounded stressed. "I'm kinda busy right now."

Kali stopped for a moment, rubbing her forehead with her hand. "Seriously?"

"It's Parents' Weekend, remember?" Heather sighed. "My mom showed up early so I have to show her around. But I can call the contractor?"

"The contractor?" Kali rolled her eyes. Of all the young women who made up Juno's secretive research and development initiatives, their latest addition was her least favorite. "Really?"

"I know," said Heather, "it's not ideal. Just... give me a couple hours?"

Kali groaned. Sometimes, having one of her closest friends and on-again-off-again lovers in charge of the house's most important research projects was a mixed bag. "Fine. See if you can get the contractor over here. But you're gonna have to make this up to me."

"Yeah?" All at once, Heather's voice became noticeably breathier. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking at least one rimming session every day for a month," said Kali, smirking. "To start. Now call the contractor."

"Yes, ma'am," said Heather, almost panting at this point. "If you two get up to anything with the shrunken guy, take some pi-"

Before she could finish her request, Kali had already disconnected the call.

*

A few minutes later, the Indian amazon made it downstairs, where her contractor was already waiting.

While several members of Juno's research team hailed from outside the house, most were nerdy Minervans picked for their aptitude for hard science. Hazel was the only one from House Proserpina and was very typical "Loser House" material—aside from her prodigious intellect. As usual, Kali could smell her before she saw her—a characteristic blend of strong pussy smell, sweat and farts, and when she turned the corner and came upon the door to the lab, the plump, bespectacled, buck-toothed gooner looked just as visibly-fetid as ever.

"You're on time," said Kali, eyeing her researcher's greasy brown hair, rumpled striped blouse, polka-dot sweatpants, and acne-ridden face. "That's a new one."

"Heather caught me mid goon sesh." Hazel grinned. "But she said you'd pay me in used undies if I got over here early. Now, where's the goods?"

"In your horny little dreams," scoffed Kali, striding past the messy Prosperpinan sophomore and opening the door to the lab. Heather's insatiable fixation with all things ass never ceased to amaze her—although Hazel really gave her a run for her money. "C'mon, we've got work to do." 

"Fiiine," sighed Hazel, following Kali's lead—and ogling the amazonian goth's ass while she was at it. "So what have we got?"

Kali answered her question by reaching a hand down the back of her pants and prying out Max—who had spent most of the last few minutes out cold after inhaling one too many of her silent-but-deadly farts on the walk down from Ophelia's room. "This."

"Oooh!" Hazel's eyes went wide. "I never took you for the miniguy type, K!"

"I told you not to call me that," Kali grunted. "And that's not what this is about."

While the two giantesses bickered, Max was slow to regain consciousness in the Indian amazon's hand. Scanning his surroundings, he seemed to be in a large room with shiny black walls and black-and-white tiled floors lit by purple overhead LEDs. The whole space was filled with shelves, cabinets and countertops of beakers, vials, microscopes, needles, computers, and various scientific equipment. Then he noticed Kali's unkempt, unhinged-looking "research assistant," and swallowed hard. 

"Look who's finally awake!" Again, Hazel grinned. "You mind if I just..."

"Go ahead," said Kali, handing over her three-inch-tall prisoner. "Take a look."

"Sweet!" Dangling Max in front of her face between her forefinger and thumb, Hazel's grin grew. "Hiya miniguy? How'd you end up so small?"

Staring up at yet another giant woman, Max was paralyzed with anxiety. It didn't help that Hazel's fingers were curiously sticky and had a very strong, unmistakably fishy smell.

"One of our new pledges dosed him with a full vial of that new serum you made for us," said Kali, crossing her arms. "The experimental one." 

"That one?" Hazel's eyes went wider than ever. "Whoa, that's hardcore! This guy's lucky he's not dead!" 

"I am?" Finally working up the courage to speak, Max managed not to stammer while saying this. 

"And he can still talk? Far out!" Bringing Max a little closer to her nose for a quick sniff, Hazel giggled. "Seems like you've already been getting your money's worth out of him, too!"

From Max's perspective, this interaction wasn't any more pleasant. Up close, Hazel's breath positively reeked. Not that he was in any position to say that, of course.

Kali shook her head. "Compared to all the things we'd originally planned to do with that serum, this isn't exactly the return on investment we were hoping for."

Hazel shrugged. "Well... it shouldn't be too hard to fix that." She scrunched up her face a little, seemingly starting to game the problem out in real-time. "I mean, this serum's designed to bond with the subject's DNA... so in theory, all I'd have to do is cook up another one that makes it come back out in his excretions."

Kali made a face. "His excretions?"

"Get your mind out of the gutter, K," Hazel snorted. "Not like that. I'm talking sweat, cum, y'know. Stuff like that. That way, instead of going through all the trouble of making a whole new batch of the original stuff from scratch, you can just turn this guy into a one-man serum factory."

Hearing this, Max got another surge of uncertainty. He had absolutely no interest in whatever Kali and Hazel were cooking up right now—although it was painfully clear that he had very little room to push back on his role in their kinky plans.

"And you can do that?" While the solution Hazel described wasn't exactly the least harebrained idea Kali had ever heard, she was eager to solve this whole situation and move on to the half-dozen other problems that needed cleaning up around the house.

Again, Hazel shrugged. "I guess that depends... how ripe are your panties right now?"

Kali rolled her eyes. "You're unbelievable. How fast can you get this done?"

"You give me what I need, and I can have something for you by the end of the day." 

"Fine," said Kali, rubbing her forehead again. "You fix this for us, and I'll get these panties good and gross for you." 

"Sounds like a deal to me," giggled Hazel, extending Max back toward the Indian amazon. "Guessing you want your miniguy back in the meantime?"

"You don't need him to make the new serum?"

"Nah," said Hazel, putting a finger to her temple. "I got it all up here." She flashed another grin. "Unless you want me to hang onto him?"