"No, I'll keep him," said Kali, snatching back her shrunken captive and returning him to his place between her cheeks. "Just text Heather what you need, and she'll put in a work order for you. I'll be back later."

"Cool," said Hazel, shuddering with pleasure as she watched Max disappear into Kali's booty. "Man... lucky guy, huh?"

In spite of herself, Kali chuckled. "Depends on your definition of luck."

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Inundating her three-inch-tall prisoner with another gust of spicy butt wind, she hiked her pants back up to seal it all in with him and turned toward the exit. Down in her ass, all Max could do was grit his teeth and try to avoid blacking out again.

For Max, the rest of the afternoon felt like a decade. Trapped in Kali's colossal, foul-smelling rump, with nothing to breathe but her incessant farts and nothing to drink but her butt sweat, he fell into a hazy state of limbo—just conscious enough to understand how unpleasant his current situation was, but not enough to think of any way out of it. Just a few minutes after being forcibly reinserted between her cheeks, her movement had pressed him all the way down — leaving him face to face with her massive, rancid asshole — and he remained there for at least several hours. 

While this was happening, Kali turned her attention to her other daily duties—grabbing a heavy lunch of several bean burritos in the dining hall and sitting through several needless house meetings with her fellow Juno higher-ups before finally retiring to her room for some much-needed rest and relaxation with her small collection of radical feminist theory books.

With every fart she cut into her shrunken captive's face, her panties got ranker and ranker, upholding her end of the ridiculous deal she'd made with Hazel. Any other day, she would have gotten the brazen sophomore's cooperation the same way she'd gotten it out of Ophelia earlier—although, after the whirlwind morning she'd had while looking for the serum, she lacked the energy to go after her the way she probably deserved to be for her insolence. Plus, knowing Hazel, she probably wouldn't have seen it as a punishment.

Around 6:00 PM, she finally returned to the lab—where she found Hazel, looking very pleased. 

"Well?" Surveying the mess that the genius gooner had made of the lab, she grimaced. Everything looked hopelessly disorganized — or reorganized into a system that made no sense to anyone but the young woman at the center of the action — and the whole space smelled like a sex shop bathroom. Then again, with Hazel, this was usually a good sign. 

"I think this should do it," said Hazel, producing a tiny vial of green-tinted liquid. "You wanna do the honors?"

"You're sure this is going to work?" While Kali saw the shrunken young man in her ass as little more than a bug, she had considerable reservations about potentially losing Juno's latest test subject to some unexpected side effects.

Hazel shrugged. "Only one way to find out, right?"

For a few seconds, Kali hesitated. Then, still eager to simply get this whole thing over with before the Diana kegger, she shrugged back. "Fine. Let me do it."

As the Indian amazon peeled her shrunken captive out of her ass, Max found himself back in the lab—and immediately almost drowned as Kali forced a comparatively-huge vial of liquid up to his tiny face. 

"Drink," she said, emphatically. Unwilling to risk her wrath by refusing, the shrunken freshman obeyed.

The liquid was incredibly bitter, with a harsh, chemical aftertaste—and as Max felt it settling in his stomach, a strange, tingling feeling began to radiate out from the center of his chest. "Wh..." Struggling to form words after several hours in Kali's ass, he looked up at the two giantesses and grimaced. "What was that?" 

"Hmm," said Hazel, ignoring Max's question and looking up at Kali. "You mind if I see him again for a second?"

"Go ahead," said Kali, handing the shrunken freshman over again. 

"I threw together a little gadget to help with this next part." Stepping over to a nearby workbench, Hazel carefully placed Max down into a 3D-printed cylinder covered in miniature tubes and straps, with a Max-sized slab of foam at the center. "Probably easier if you strap yourself in here, miniguy?"

"What is this?" Seeing no other choice but to obey the giant, messy nerd's request, Max strapped himself down onto the foam slab. 

"Just relax." Hazel winked. "Try to enjoy it." Turning her attention over to a laptop sporting several wires that ran over to the 3D-printed cylinder, she hammered in a few commands.

Before Max could press for more details, he flinched as the machine sprung to life around him—and the largest of the tubes lurched up, hovered over his groin, and lowered itself over his cock! 

"There you go!" Hazel snorted. "Here, lemme give you a little extra inspiration!" 

Hastily unbuttoning her blouse, she gave the shrunken freshman an eyeful of her more-than-ample boobs and a noseful of heavy-duty cleavage sweat. The result, for Max, was a complete sensory overload. Between the intense suction of the tube and the not-un-tantalizing sight of Hazel's big, jiggling breasts, he had no trouble rising to attention—and in a matter of seconds, he was on the verge of the biggest orgasm he'd had in a very long time. 

Seeing that her machine was working as intended, Hazel shot Kali a knowing look and turned around. Lost in the throes of some much-needed pleasure, Max was too dazed to notice the giant gooner leaning her butt directly over his 3D-printed enclosure. "Sorry in advance, miniguy," snorted Hazel. "I had Indian food last night."

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A split-second before Max started cumming, a sudden gust of stinky wind washed out over him. When he finally came, the only thing on his mind was the smell of Hazel's farts. All at once, the experience went from a much-needed moment of pleasure into yet another humiliating ordeal—and as the tube vacuumed up his load and released his spent cock, all the other realities of his situation all came flooding back just as quickly. Looking over to Hazel, already intently analyzing whatever data the machine had just given her, he couldn't help wincing at how happy she looked. 

"That's what I'm talking about," the giant gooner said, grinning wider than ever.

"It worked?" Glancing over at the string of incomprehensible numbers on the laptop, Kali raised an eyebrow. "What does it say?"

"Basically," said Hazel, "this guy cums shrinking serum now. He should sweat it, too... but I wanted an excuse to use this thing." She tapped the cylinder-machine smugly. "Threw it together while I was waiting for you guys to show up. Kinda eyeballed the dimensions, too. Glad he ended up fitting." 

"Excellent," said Kali, allowing herself a smile. "I suppose that just leaves one more question." 

"What's that?" Hazel licked her lips. "My reward?" 

"Oh," sighed Kali, "right." Hastily hiking down her pants, she slipped out of her now-very-funky underwear, balled it up and tossed it over to Hazel—who, quite predictably, began huffing it like some kind of inhalant. "I meant for our little bug friend, though."

"M-me?" Max gulped. This was the first time Kali had ever directly addressed him.

"Yes," said Kali, prying him out of Hazel's machine and bringing him back up to her face. "You. The way I see it, you've got two options. Option one, we turn you into our full-time serum factory. Option two, we take the serum you just made for us, and find someone else."

Hearing this, Max felt more uncertain than ever. This didn't sound like the Kali he'd come to know. "What's the catch with option two?"

Kali smiled. "Maybe you're smarter than you look, bug. The catch is, if you don't want to be part of our plan, I'll just stick you back up my ass." She grinned. "Forever. Can't have you falling into the wrong hands after this, now can we?"

This sounded a lot more like Kali. Realizing just how thoroughly fucked he seemed to be, it was all Max could do to avoid bursting into tears. "S-so," he said, stammering, "...there's no way out of this where I'm not stuck here?"

"Precisely," Kali chuckled.

"And..." Max knew what he was about to ask really didn't matter, but part of him had to know. "Wh-what's your plan, exactly?"

"That's for us to know... and you to find out." Kali's grin grew. "Now, I'm gonna need an answer."