Face to face with the biggest, scariest girl in House Juno, Max swallowed hard. As far as he could tell, there was no way out of his current situation that didn't involve being pressed into Kali's service. If the options were surrendering himself to Hazel's milking machine or voluntarily going back up the Indian amazon's ass, it wasn't hard to recognize the lesser of two evils. Somehow, this was his life now.

"I guess..." Blinking back tears, he forced himself to say what he needed to say. "I guess option one?"

Kali smiled, clearly relishing in his distress. "Good choice, bug."

Dangling helplessly from her fingers, all Max could do was force a smile back—then he heard the door opening behind them. 

"Ah," said Kali, turning and nodding respectfully toward the voluptuous, 50-year-old woman standing in the doorway. "There you are, Mistress. You got my text?"

"I did." The woman looked and sounded pleased. "Nice work. I knew I could count on you, Kali." 

Looking up at the huge, pale-skinned, raven-haired goth MILF, Max only needed a second to recognize her as Alexandra Ventus—the dorm mother of House Juno, granddaughter of Ventus's founder Volumnia Ventus, and, allegedly, one of the most influential figures in the school's administration. Scanning her usual long black dress, black leather corset and black pumps, he understood why she was frequently mistaken for some kind of cosplayer. She was strikingly pretty for her age, and her curves were just as powerful as ever. When her grey-blue eyes met his, he gulped.

"Ah," she said, stepping toward Kali and extending her hand. "May I?"

"Please," said Kali, handing over Max, sounding more deferential than the shrunken freshman had ever heard her before. 

Suddenly in the hands of yet another formidable black-clad giantess, Max remembered his nakedness and cupped his hands over his groin, eliciting a laugh from Alexandra. 

"Oh, there's no need for that," chuckled the mature dorm mother. "Wouldn't be the first one of those I've seen." Her full lips curled up into a smirk. "Not that yours would be much to write home about, even at full size..."

In spite of all the humiliation he'd already endured today, Max couldn't help blushing. 

"Aww," Alexandra cooed, sharing a look with Kali, "I've embarrassed him." Looking back down at Max, her expression became much warmer. "I'm sorry, dear. I'm sure today has been quite the rude awakening already. And then I come in here and start insulting your manhood." She chuckled again. "But I digress... Tell me, has Kali told you anything about our plans for you?"

Unsure wherever this was going, Max shook his head. After several hours in Kali's ass, it was surreal to be speaking to someone who actually addressed him as a person instead of some kind of upstart insect. "N-not really."

"Always one for theatrics, our Kali," said Alexandra, shaking her head. "Perhaps I ought to enlighten you. What's your name, dear?"

"Me?" Max could feel sweat forming on his neck. "M-Max, Miss Ventus."

"Nice to meet you, Max." Noticing Max's eyes wandering down to her cleavage, she smiled. "See something you like?"

"What?" Max froze. "Oh! N-no, s-sorry." 

"Nothing to be sorry for," said Alexandra, dangling him a little closer to her chest. "I know how you men are. Which brings me right back to our plans, actually. You see, Max... when my grandmother started this school, she wanted to find a way to balance the sexes. She saw that as the fundamental problem of her time, and she thought the best way for a women of her means to assist with that goal was the establishment of a college specifically for young women." She sighed. "But it didn't take long for her to come to terms with the truth. Balance was just a band-aid. To fix the world for good, a bigger change was needed. Putting women on top."

"'An era of domination, to repay the era of domination imposed on us,'" said Kali, with a tone of clear reverence.

"Right out of the Juno handbook." Alexandra chuckled. "Kali here is one of my grandmother's most devoted disciples. But I'm sure you're still wondering how you come into that."

Max nodded, admittedly more curious — and anxious — than ever.

"Up until now, our challenge has been purely physical. The unfortunate reality is, most men are physically bigger than women. Thanks to the generous endowment that my grandmother earmarked for our house, we've managed to make significant strides in developing viable shrinking serums over the last few decades... although they've all been prohibitively expensive to make at scale." Alexandra's eyes wandered over to Hazel's milking machine, and she grinned. "Until now."

"S-so," said Max, finally working up the courage to speak. "You want to make it easier for women to shrink men?"

"I suppose that's one way of putting it," Alexandra giggled.

Something about the way she said this gave Max another chill of uncertainty. "H-how would you put it?"

"We want to re-size every man on Earth." Alexandra's grin widened. "And you're going to help us do it."

Hearing this, Max's stomach dropped. Putting all the pieces together, it made a horrifying amount of sense—not that he agreed with any of it, of course. Just when he thought the women of House Juno couldn't get any scarier, they'd exceeded his expectations yet again. 

"Now," said Alexandra, bringing Max back up to her face. "Naturally that's going to entail some... changes to the way the world works. There'll be an adjustment period. Growing pains. It won't necessarily be the easiest place to live, at first. At least for men. But as the man who's helping us make that world a reality... I could certainly see my way to making sure you get some... special treatment." 

"Do you really think that's necessary, Mistress?" Kali didn't sound happy about this. "I mean, he's just another bug..."

"I don't remember asking for your input, Kali," said Alexandra, her voice suddenly much more forceful than before. "Do I need to remind you who's really in charge around here?" 

"No, Mistress," said Kali, lowering her head. "Apologies."

While this was happening, Max remained stuck trying to get his head around the explanation Alexandra was laying on him. "S-special treatment?"

"I'm sure you can use your imagination," the buxom dorm mother said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Unless you'd prefer to stay with Kali here."

"N-no," Max blurted out, almost instinctively, "no thank you."

"Well, alright. I suppose I can't blame you, based on the state of the young men I see coming out of her room some mornings." Shooting Kali a fake-scolding look, she laughed. "So it's settled, then?"

"I..." Looking from the buxom dorm mother, to her formidable chief disciple, to her horny research assistant, Max had to remind himself that this wasn't some kind of impossibly kinky bad dream. While the last vestiges of his pre-shrinking self wanted to reject the decision before him altogether, the part of him that was starting to accept the realities of his new life understood that this would be the worst choice he could possibly make. Maybe someday he'd find a way to sneak out of here and find someone who could get him back to normal... but in the meantime, he supposed his best bet would be to go with the flow. "O-okay," he said, trying not to cry.

"Aww, don't worry, dear," purred Alexandra, pulling the shrunken freshman in her hand up to her lips for a huge, full-body kiss. "It'll be okay. You'll see."

Trying to enjoy the overwhelming sensation of the mature amazon's lips pressing against his whole upper body — technically, the first kiss he'd ever had — Max forced himself to look on the bright side. For now, that seemed to be all he could do.

Snaking her tongue out of her mouth to lick the side of Max's face and feeling him shiver, Alexandra giggled. "Mmm... you know, Kali, once we get a workable quantity of serum out of little Max here, I might just have to take him for myself..."