One year later...

Vanessa sat curled up in her favourite reading spot, by the window of her dorm room. It was a cold winter’s day, snow piling up on the glass behind her, but the thick black blanket draped around her kept her warm and cosy.

She turned the page of her book and with her other hand, brought a steaming mug of vegan hot chocolate to her lips. Delicious, though oat milk never seemed to agree with her. She felt a pressure in her stomach and shifted her hips slightly.

BBRRRAAAPPPP

“Mm.” The goth hummed with satisfaction. Down below, buried deep between her cheeks, she could feel a subtle movement as her pet reacted to his “gift”. And soon after came his show of appreciation; countless kisses showering her butthole, warm, light and passionate, each one a demonstration of his devotion.

Over the past year Vanessa had grown so used to having her own tiny slave that she now wondered how she had ever lived without one. It was very convenient to be able to let rip whenever she liked, knowing no matter how vile the smell, neither she nor anyone around her would be bothered by it. And his soft lips on her asshole didn’t feel too bad, either.

But more than that, was the feeling of power it gave. She literally owned her own personal devotee, a servant who dedicated his entire life to worshipping her. What else could she be but a goddess? With the confidence it gave her she felt she could do anything. She felt physically healthier. Her grades were on the level of a Minerva, and she had become as popular as any Fortuna. She hadn’t even graduated, yet she commanded respect from anyone and everyone she spoke to.

“Life is good,” she smirked, squeezing loose a piping hot fart. It burned coming out.

Some time later Vanessa turned over the last page of her book and snapped it shut. A solid read, she decided. It was an epic fantasy about an elven warrior who rebelled against the vain, greedy king and kept him imprisoned beneath her new throne. The author was a former Juno herself.

Vanessa thought that she might like to write her own book some day, an autobiography, detailing the way she’d transformed a typical egotistical, bull-headed male into her most devout and humble worshipper. Maybe after graduation; right now she was hungry. She stood, stretched and reached for her slippers. She hiked her leggings up tight to give herself a wedgie and farted, enjoying her slave’s squirming against her butthole, then made her way to the door.

There were two housemates already in the kitchen when Vanessa came downstairs, both first-years. They were sat talking at the island counter, but stopped on her arrival out of respect.

“H-hi Vanessa!” The left student, a chubby brunette, gasped excitedly.

“Girls.” She nodded, paying more attention to the cabinets in front of her. Which one had the curry powder, again?

Behind her the two aspiring femdoms whispered to one another. Then the brunette worked up the courage to speak again. “U-um, Vanessa?” She asked. “I actually wanted to ask you something… for some advice, i-if that’s okay?”

She glanced over, curious. “About what?”

“Well, it’s about training my tiny. I’m using MiniMind. That’s the same one you used on your slave, right?”

That amused her. Hazel’s serum had become increasingly popular around campus in the last year – especially in House Juno, due in no small part to Vanessa’s promotion of the drug. At the moment it was still an underground operation, but it was already making them both serious money, and they were in talks to expand post-graduation.

“I’ve been dosing him for over a month, but he’s still resisting,” the brunette continued. “Every time I take him out of my butt he begs me not to put him back.”

“And do you listen?” Prompted Vanessa.

“Sometimes… just for a little break!”

“See, that’ll be part of the problem.” The goth nodded. “You’re being too nice. He’s a dumb little bug, he doesn’t deserve any of your kindness. And you need to be cruel to grind down his will so the serum can reshape it.” She smiled and released a quiet fart. “Otherwise you’ll never have a truly loyal slave, like me.”

The second girl spoke up for the first time. “He’s probably not completely loyal, though.”

Vanessa turned, her eyes cold.

“I-I’m just saying,” the girl explained hastily, “I know he’s obedient, but he can’t actually want to be your ass slave. Like, he’d probably still try to escape if he had a real chance… right?”

She smirked. “Think so?” And with one hand, reached into the back of her leggings.

*

Deep within her reeking crevice, the bug that lived in Vanessa’s ass floated.

He didn’t move. He didn’t struggle. He didn’t even think much, barring the occasional twinge of disgust as he unintentionally breathed too deeply, or caught a taste of ass sweat that happened to drip down onto him. For the most part he simply existed. In a strange way, it was peaceful.

Sometimes memories would swim up to the surface of his mind. Nothing more than flashes, snapshots of a past life – talking with friends, eating fine foods, feeling the cool breeze on his face on a hot summer’s day. The images were confusing and stressful to him. He pushed them away, distracting himself by sticking his face into his Goddess’ butthole and sniffing hard to overwhelm his senses. Four or five big whiffs and his mind would be blissfully blank again.

At least, until his call to action. The subtle twitch of Goddess’ asshole was barely noticeable down here in the dark, but to him it might as well have been an alarm blaring. He quickly sat upright and got into position, aligning his nostrils so as to absorb his incoming “gift” as efficiently as possible.

PAAARRP

“Nuuuh,” he groaned, as a torrent of hot gas filled his body. It was so thick, so pungent. Rotten, foul, nauseating… but also, simple. Pure. He understood farts; they stunk, and he sniffed them. He might never learn to enjoy them, but they gave his tiny little life purpose. And for that he was sincerely grateful.

Before long every last trace of the fart had been inhaled, and it was time to thank her. Head swimming with gas, he leaned towards Goddess’ asshole; it puckered, as if waiting for his kiss. But before he could reach it, the cheeks surrounding him trembled. Light flooded inside his prison, and a colossal hand grabbed him by the waist.

“What?” He gasped, as he was pulled free of his tight wedge between her buttocks. He didn’t understand. Goddess never took him out, never!

“Here he is,” a familiar voice boomed above.

He was set down on some kind of gargantuan tabletop. The light out here was blinding, almost painful; but squinting up, he could just make out the pale features of his beautiful, merciful, and all-powerful Goddess.

“Hey there, Max.” She smiled down at him. “Been a while, huh?”

He blinked slowly. “M-max…” Yes, that had been his name, a long time ago. He wondered when he had forgotten it.

“I wanted to introduce you to some friends of mine,” Vanessa continued. “There, behind you. Say hi.”

Max looked over his shoulder, sparing the two other giantess girls only a brief disinterested glance. They weren’t Goddess, they didn’t matter. “Why… am I here?” He croaked, his voice thick from lack of use.

“Well, I’ve just been talking to these girls. About you, in fact. We had a long chat about size morality and tiny rights and such, really eye-opening stuff. And these two made some pretty convincing arguments, so after everything I’ve decided I’m going to release you. Isn’t that nice?”

Max’s heart stopped. He gaped up at her, frozen. “R-release… me..?”

“Yep! That’s it, you’re free now. Off you go.” She prodded his chest; he staggered back a few steps.

“But I – I…” He didn’t understand. Free? A life outside of Goddess’ ass? “I don’t…”

“What’s the matter?” Vanessa leaned over him. “Are you nervous? Oh, I know – shall I take you to a lab to be regrown? There have been big advances in tiny science, you know. They make universal growth serums now, dirt cheap and super effective. You could be completely regrown by tomorrow morning and back to your old life, masturbating, playing video games, harassing women, whatever it is you males enjoy doing. Is that what you want?” She smirked. “Tell me what you want, Max.”

“I want…” Max felt dizzy. It was too bright out here, the light hurt his eyes. And cold – he missed the constant warmth and pressure inside Vanessa’s butt. The air smelled strange, too fresh and clean. And trying to process all this information was making his head hurt. “I want…” Comfort. Familiarity. Home. “I want – to go back in your ass!”

Max heard two shocked gasps behind him. He ignored them, staring up at Vanessa. “What was that?” She asked, cupping her ear. “I didn’t quite catch it.”

“Please, Goddess, let me go back in your ass!” He begged, falling to his knees. “Let me go back to worshipping and sniffing your farts! I don’t want a life outside your panties – I don’t want freedom! I only want to serve you!” He bowed his head, subservient. “Please – don’t leave me out here…”

Vanessa studied him with cold blue eyes. Her lips curled up in a cruel smirk. “Whatever you say, bug.”

She snatched him off the counter and into the air, waving him in front of the two other girls. “See what I mean? Loyalty.” She declared smugly. “Now like I was saying. Breaking a tiny’s will…”

Inside her fist, Max’s pulse slowed. He didn’t know what Goddess was talking about, but he didn’t care. He was going home; that was all that mattered. When he saw her dirty, sweaty crack open up below him, and was released to fall helplessly inside, all he felt was an overwhelming sense of relief.

The stench and heat engulfed him at once, like diving into a smelly sauna. He wiggled himself between her cheeks as deep as he could go, as far from the outside world as possible, until he found himself in front of her pucker once more. “Thank Goddess…” he whispered. Then he pressed his face against the filthy, sticky orifice, delivering the kiss he still owed for his last gift.

As if in response, her asshole flexed outward.

BBBRRRRRAAAAAPPPPP

Maybe it was the comparison to the fresh air he’d just breathed, or maybe just because he caught most of it in the mouth – but this fart had to be Vanessa’s worst in recent memory. The smell of pure, rank shit assaulted his nostrils, as disgusting as it was intoxicating. He drank it in greedily, and with each sniff lost himself a little more.

All his fear and confusion melted away. His name was already fading, and soon all memory of the day’s events would be forgotten with it. Only one thought remained constant in his mind, a mantra he would never forget.

That this was where he truly belonged.