Vanessa considered carefully. This was a golden opportunity, a chance to craft her own tiny custom-fit to her desires. But what exactly did she want? It was a lot easier to think of masculine traits she hated than those she liked.
And that train of thought led her to a very good idea.
“What about... mindbreaking?” She asked. “Is that an effect you could induce?”
“Mindbreaking?” Hazel echoed. “How do you mean?”
“Hm.” Vanessa walked over to a nearby window. “If there’s one thing about men I hate more than anything else, it’s their fucking egos. The way they walk about like they’re god’s gift to the world, their heads so big it’s a wonder they aren’t constantly falling over. I especially hate that they think they can talk to us as equals.” She looked down on the street at a passing delivery man, and pinched her fingers as though squeezing his head. “I want to strip away Max’s ego. Slowly erode his feelings, memories, willpower… leave him nothing but a shell, a fart-sniffing husk that lives only to serve me. A bug that isn’t just saying what I want to get out of punishment, but who truly believes his place in life is beneath me.” Her black lips curled upward. “I want to break Max down to the point he doesn’t even desire freedom. Because he can no longer comprehend a world outside my ass.”
For a moment there was no reply on the other end. Just the sound of Hazel’s heavy breathing.
“Hey,” Vanessa snapped. “You’d better not be masturbating again.”
“Just making some research notes!” said the horny genius. “I won’t lie though, that sounds fucking hot. And I’m pretty sure I can do it.”
“Yeah? How soon?”
“I could have a prototype serum ready by tomorrow if all goes well. I just need a sample of the miniguy’s DNA to get started… oh, and there’s the matter of payment.”
“I’ll bring the usual fee.”
“Mmm, not exactly what I meant. See, all this talk of farts and torturing tinies has gotten me hot and bothered. I can barely even think straight!” Hazel’s lust was practically dripping through the phone. “Come on, bring a special bonus gift to help me release this pressure. Otherwise, I won’t be able to focus on my work…”
Vanessa sighed. She’d forgotten who she was dealing with. “Finish the serum tonight and you can have my worn panties.”
“Oh fuck yes! Remember, the dirtier the bett-”
Vanessa ended the call and pocketed her phone. "Alright", she thought. "A strand of the little bug’s hair should do it." A sadistic smile crept onto her face as she headed back toward her room, excited by this progression of events. It was time to take the first steps of Max’s glorious transformation.
*
Max woke slowly, and in a much more relaxed position than he’d fallen asleep in. He blinked groggily as he sat himself up. The last thing he remembered was being wrapped up in Vanessa’s panties and thrown into her dirty laundry pile, but now he seemed to be lying in the centre of her bed. Had she moved him while he was sleeping? That was uncharacteristically kind of her.
It was a few more seconds before his vision swam fully into focus, and he noticed a familiar pale face staring down at him.
“V-Vanessa!” He shouted, instinctively jerking backward.
“You’re awake,” the giantess observed. “At last. I know men are lazy by nature, but a twelve hour nap? I didn’t think my expectations could get much lower.”
“Twelve...?” Max looked to the window and was shocked to see a night sky outside. “Oh. Shit. Sorry, I guess I was more tired than I realised.”
“Clearly.” Vanessa stood and went over to her desk. “Well, while you were here sleeping, some of us were busy working. You’ll be pleased to know there’s been progress.”
Max’s heart leapt. “You mean – you have a cure?!”
“Of sorts.” For a moment a smile seemed to flicker across Vanessa’s lips, but then it was gone. “I’ll explain. It turns out the shrinking serum you were given is a unique compound, and not an easy one to reverse. The short of it is that there’s no one-shot antiserum that can instantly turn you back to normal. Instead you’ll need to take a small dose every day to slowly restore your height over time.”
She opened a drawer and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear liquid. Seeing the sharp needle Max let out a squawk. “Th-that’s not for me, right?” The point was as long as his forearm!
Vanessa gave him a withering look, then squeezed out a small drop of the liquid into an empty bottle cap. “Your daily dose.” She held it up. “Drink one of these every day and eventually, you’ll start claiming some inches back. Bear in mind it’s a slow process. Most likely it’ll be weeks before you notice any difference at all.”
“Right…” Max couldn’t help feeling disappointed. It sounded like he was months away from regaining his full height, at least. Still; a slow cure was infinitely better than none. “Well, thank you so much, Vanessa. I really appreciate everything you’ve done. Can you pass it over here?”
The giantess smiled. “Sure I can.” She took two steps across the room, a journey that would’ve taken him several minutes, and placed the bottle cap on her bedside table beside him. Max walked toward it, but before he could reach the edge a shadow fell over him.
PPPRPRRROOOPPPPP
There was an earth-shaking rumble and a burst of hot air, and Vanessa’s putrid smelling fart descended over Max like a warm, smothering blanket. As he fell to his knees choking in her toxic cloud, she picked him up and pressed him into the back of her jeans, massaging him into her crack where the stink was strongest.
“Stupid little bug.” She sneered. “I spent a whole day teaching you not to demand help from others without lifting a finger yourself. Didn’t you learn a thing?”
She cupped her hand over her jeans, trapping Max in a small pocket against her ass. Then she let rip again.
BAARRRPPP
As her fetid gas swirled around him, Max contemplated his mistake. Of course she wasn’t just going to give him the serum – she wanted him to “earn” it. “As if I haven’t done enough already…” Covering his face with his shirt to protect him from the stink, he planned his next words carefully.
A minute later, Vanessa lifted him away from her ass and brought him up to eye level. “So, bug? Anything to say for yourself?”
“I’m… sorry for being so rude, Vanessa.” He bowed his head for effect. “I wasn’t thinking. I should have asked what I can do for you, to repay your kindness, instead of only looking out for myself.”
“Damn straight.” She nodded. “So here’s how it’s going to be. You’re going to serve as my fart-sniffer full time, since it’s the only thing you seem to be halfway good for. You’re going to live in the back of my panties and suck up all my gas, and each day I’ll give you your growth serum – if I feel you’ve earned it. We both know you’d only slack off in there without some motivation. Work hard, sniff deep, you’ll get your medicine every day and be back to your old loser life in no time at all. Sound good?”
Max swallowed dryly. It was pretty much what he’d expected, but… god, this was going to be a miserable few months. “Yes Vanessa. That’s only fair.”
Her eyes seemed to shine at that. She set him down on the table and slid over the bottle cap, the life-altering liquid sloshing within. Max knelt beside it and lent over the rim.
“Then drink up, bug.”