Max stepped gingerly around the inside of the drawer, choosing a spot to lie down in that didn't feel too uncomfortable. Not that his surroundings weren’t soft enough – he just felt awkward using a giant girls’ panties as pillows.
He lay back with his head inside an enormous thong, sighed deeply and wrinkled his nose. These clothes were all clean, but there was still a musty scent in the air. The earthy, sweaty smell found deep inside a giantess’ buttcrack was probably something that never washed out completely.
“Oh well,” he muttered. Until Kaley came back and freed him there was nothing he could do, so no point worrying about it. He decided to take a nap, closing his eyes and thinking positively about the future. In just a couple of hours his carer would be back, and she’d promised to help him return to normal. He was confident his life was in very safe hands.
“I mean, unless she does a total one-eighty after seeing this seminar,” he chuckled to himself. Still. What were the chances of that?
*
Boudica Hall was one of the university’s largest lecture theatres, which made the poor attendance of the day’s class all the more obvious. As Kaley shuffled into her preferred space, near the doors at the back of the room, she found she had an entire row to herself. At most maybe half the hall’s seats were filled.
“Are tinies just that unpopular a subject?” She wondered. But as she looked around the room, she made another observation. There wasn’t a single man in attendance; every student here was female. “That can’t be a coincidence.” They’d all been invited here specifically, then. For what?
“Good morning, everyone,” came a voice from the front of the room, one of Kaley’s regular professors. “Thank you all for coming to today’s talk on, ah… ‘Tinies in Business’. I’m not very familiar with the subject matter myself, so I’ll hand straight over to our guest lecturer. Thanks.”
Another woman walked out onto the centre stage, eliciting whispers from several students in the audience. She was tall, powerful and hauntingly beautiful, her pale white skin contrasted against her dark hair, lipstick and eyeliner. Her clothing was all in black: heels, dress and leather corset that accentuated her curves, her hips practically exploding outward to form her bulging backside.
“Ladies.” She smiled. “So lovely to see you all. I am Alexandra Ventus, granddaughter of Volumnia Ventus and current dorm mother of House Juno.”
That sent more ripples through the crowd. “Juno?” Kaley sat up straight. The oldest of the university’s sororities, and the one with the most sinister reputation. Their passion for female supremacy was well known, which likely didn’t bode well for any little men this class might involve.
“I’m here today to talk to you all about some exciting upcoming opportunities,” the goth milf continued warmly. “Some of you may already be familiar with shrinking technology – the science of safely reducing a human body in size. Delivered via serum, a standard dosage diminishes the subject’s height to around three inches tall, and those affected are most commonly referred to as ‘tinies’. Currently, shrinking a person is difficult, expensive, and irreversible, and so the practice is extremely niche. Taboo, even. But what if that were to change?”
As she spoke she crossed the room to stand behind a small desk. She paused to gaze out at her audience, appearing to enjoy her hold on them.
“Each of you have been invited because you were judged worthy of sharing in an important secret,” she declared. “In the very near future, shrinking technology will become mainstream. Within ten years more women will own a tiny man than they will a car. Mankind’s future is about to change… and all of you intelligent, powerful, beautiful women, are in a position to take advantage of it.”
She took an item from below the desk and placed in on top to display. This prompted another excited reaction from the crowd, although Kaley was too far back to see it at first; she had to lean forward and squint before she understood.
It was a tiny. Specifically, a tiny trapped inside a small glass bottle with some kind of nozzle attached to the top. The man inside appeared dazed, pressing his hands on the glass and staring out at the audience with a confused look on his face.
“Allow me to introduce my assistant,” said Alexandra. “He’s here to help me demonstrate a product we believe will become very popular in coming years.”
Next the goth milf produced a long tube, fastening one end to the top of the glass bottle. The other end was attached to a plastic dome that looked something like a breathing mask – only instead of her mouth, Alexandra placed it against the crack of her ass!
“Nice and snug,” she smiled wickedly. “Now please watch closely.”
PPHHHRRRRRAAAPPP
The noise echoed all the way to the back of the room. To Kaley’s astonishment, Alexandra had just brazenly ripped a colossal fart on the centre of the stage! At first there was no visible sign of anything happening with the product, but then the glass slowly began to fog up as the goth’s gas filled the bottle.
“As you can see, every trace of my rather pungent fart is now swirling within this compact chamber.” She held the bottle up proudly. “With nowhere for it to go but his nostrils, my little helper will soon have it all sniffed up, the unpleasant scent completely eliminated. He is, in other words, my deodoriser.”
“Um, is he okay in there?” Came a hesitant voice from the crowd.
“No need to worry, dear. Our little friend was eager to join me in making the future of women a better place. I’m sure he’d tell you himself, if he wasn’t otherwise…”
BBRRAAPP
“…ah. Occupied.”
That received a few laughs, and the tension in the room dropped. Though Kaley herself wasn’t convinced. The tiny was only half visible behind the steamed-up glass, but she almost thought she could see him on his knees, his miniscule body convulsing. “Is he really okay with this?” She bit her lip.
“This Fart Absorber is just one way that tinies might be used to benefit women as shrinking technology becomes more commonplace,” Alexandra continued. “If any of you have ever been caused embarrassment by flatulence in social settings, I invite you to step up and try it out for yourself. Are there any takers?”
A surprising number of hands went up. Alexandra scanned the crowd, nodding as she settled on one nervous face.
“You, there. It’s Ms. Flores, isn’t it?”
“Y-yes. Daisy Flores. Uh, ma’am.”
The Prosperina girl known more commonly as “Buttzilla” climbed onto the stage, her mountainous ass bulging and jiggling beneath her stained gray sweatpants as she walked. Even from here, Daisy looked like she smelled awful, with her greasy hair and dirty clothes damp with sweat patches – though the head of House Juno showed no sign of discomfort, handing her the mask with a reassuring smile.
“There you are. Now, make sure you get a nice, tight seal so everything gets funnelled through the tube.”
Daisy hesitated. “He… definitely doesn’t mind, right? This won’t be too much for him, or anything?”
“Mind?” The older woman laughed. “My dear, he’s positively dying to show off his sniffing skills! Please feel comfortable breaking wind whenever you’re ready. And don’t you dare hold back on his account!”
Daisy smiled with renewed confidence. She wedged the mask between her mammoth cheeks, so deep it was barely visible; it looked as though she’d sprouted a long rubber tail.
FFFRRRRRRRRAAAAAPPP
Then she unleashed a thunderous fart, one of the loudest Kaley had ever heard. The bottle was filled almost instantly, the glass turning practically opaque with condensation. Soon only the tiny’s hand could be seen inside, pressed helplessly against the glass wall, as if he were taking a steamy shower.
“Very impressive, Ms. Flores.”
“Wow!” Daisy exclaimed. “I can’t smell a thing!”
“Well, of course. The Fart Absorber traps every particle of gas it receives, no matter how big the release. And it all gets deposited into the tiny’s airtight chamber.” She tapped the side of the glass with one long, black fingernail. “Looks like he’ll be inhaling this one for quite some time!”
There were a few noises of excitement from the audience, some laughter and more girls wanting to use the device. Only Kaley, as far as she could tell, was concerned by what she was seeing.
“Airtight?” The word echoed in her mind. In other words, when that mask was attached, the only air the tiny would receive would be his mistress’ farts. What if she didn’t give him enough to breathe? Even then, how long could a person survive breathing nothing but pure fart? She didn’t know, and she wasn’t certain Alexandra knew either. Or cared.
“Unfortunately, we don’t have time today to give everyone a chance to use this device.” The goth placed the now fart-filled bottle back below the desk. “But allow me to continue showing you the other products my colleagues and I have in development. As the presentation continues I invite you to think of your own methods of using tinies to enrich society – remember, you stand to improve not just your own life, but the lives of all womenkind!”
*
Just shy of two hours later, a stream of girls made their way out of Boudica Hall. The mood in the air was one of excitement and optimism, as they each imagined inventions that would make their fortunes, and dreamed of the lavish, luxurious lives they would all soon lead.
Kaley was disturbed. The products Alexandra had shown them at her seminar… all of them were designed solely with women’s comfort and usage in mind. Rarely was more than a passing thought spared for the tiny occupant, who might be subjected to intense heat and pressure, or smells too horrific to contemplate. As if they weren’t human beings at all, just disposable cogs in the machine.
She took a seat on a nearby bench to think. If what Alexandra said was true, that shrinking technology would only grow easier in the coming years… how many thousands of men would end up tortured in devices like these? How many millions? “The poor things.” If only there was some way of helping them.
And then she realised. There was something she could do! She just had to produce her own line of femdom gear – designed with enough quality to be competitive, but with safety and comfort for the male inside, too. Every tiny that ended up in one of her models would be a tiny that wasn’t suffering in Alexandra’s. Or suffering less, anyway.
“I can do it! I can help them!” She jumped to her feet. There was just one problem. To make her dream a reality, she would need a shrunken test subject. Someone to experiment on, to help her learn a tiny’s limits and ensure the products she built for them were functional and safe.
But the only tiny she knew was Max.
She bit her lip, trying to decide the right thing to do. She’d already promised to try and help Max – and she truly wanted to – but if she had him work under her instead, she could potentially help thousands more.
What was more important? The needs of one tiny, or the many?