For Max, the next few minutes passed in dark, smelly, suffocating isolation. Wedged between Ravi's big, round cheeks as the bottom-heavy femboy strolled through the labyrinthine halls of House Juno, it was all he could do to avoid passing out. If the crushing pressure of his captor's rump was bad, the combined smell of his ass, dick and balls was something else entirely. The lingering effects of Ravi's fart weren't helping, either. After several lungfuls, Max's lungs felt like they were on fire—and based on the gurgling all around him, the shrunken freshman knew he wasn't out of the woods yet. 

ppprrrrrrrrrrrraaaaappppppp

As if on cue, another considerable gust of gas blasted out of the giant goth's asshole and into Max's face. Doing his best to remain conscious, he grimaced. Hopefully, he'd make it out of here in one piece.

"Heh, sorry, dude," said Ravi, rubbing his stomach and smirking at Max's renewed struggles. Clearly, the two egg, bean and cheese burritos he'd had for breakfast were already working their magic on his digestive system. This, in turn, gave him another good reason to call on his big sister—and her luxurious en-suite bathroom. Luckily, Kali's room was just a few doors down the hall.

"Yo, sis!" Banging furiously on his sister's door, Ravi could feel the pressure in his guts mounting. "You in there?"

Hearing this, Max felt a profound surge of dread. If Kali was home, she'd doubtlessly make everything he was going through with Ravi seem like a tutorial level. He wasn't sure what it said about his current predicament that the not-unlikely prospect of getting flushed down the toilet along with the dump brewing in his captor's ass seemed like one of the less-dangerous options currently on the table for him—but it wasn't anything good. 

When Ravi's multiple subsequent knocks on the door went unanswered, the bottom-heavy femboy decided to let himself in. He'd had a key to his sister's room for about a year now — that way, he could look after her "pet" whenever she was out of town — and frequently used it to sneak in and bug her. When he stepped inside, the room was empty—except for the terrarium that housed his sister's prized possession.

A second later, Max was pried free from the embrace of Ravi's cheeks — an act that required one hand to spread and another to pull — and hoisted back out into the open air. He found himself in yet another baroque, gothic interior: a stately bedroom with ornate purple wallpaper, several lavish carpets, a king-size four-poster bed, two chests of drawers, a table and chairs, a writing desk, a crushed velvet couch not unlike the ones in the common room, and another door that appeared to lead to a similarly well-appointed bathroom. Of course, all of this was fleeting background detail compared to the 2'x1'x1' glass terrarium on the table — furnished like a hamster enclosure, complete with wood chips and two small saucers for food and water — and the shrunken man slumped inside.

He was just as tiny as Max, perhaps even a little shorter, and just as naked. His straight black hair, brown eyes, and light brown skin all looked strikingly haggard—which made perfect sense for someone forced to exist as the live-in pet of the meanest girl in the Goth House. Not that it made the sight of him any less unsettling.

"Is that..." After being trapped in Ravi's ass for the last few minutes, the shrunken freshman could barely find the words to ask what he wanted to ask. "Is he..."

"Max," said Ravi, stepping over to the table and smirking, "meet my big brother Sunil. Sunil, meet Max." 

As Ravi approached the terrarium, Max watched in dismay and awe as the shrunken man sprang to life, falling to his knees and bowing toward the bottom-heavy femboy like a living god. 

"Good morning, Master Ravi!" Sunil stammered, full of fear and reverence. "T-thank you for blessing me with your presence today!" 

"Aww, what a nice thing to say!" Turning around to stick his butt out over the side of the glass enclosure, Ravi gave his shrunken brother a wink. "Here, I think you've earned this."

BBBBRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP

As the giant goth let loose into the terrarium, Max felt thankful he wasn't the one on the receiving end of it—but this moment of gratitude was short-lived as he noticed how Sunil responded. Without moving from the bowing position, the shrunken man seemed to be doing his best to breathe in every bit of his giant brother's latest fart—even though it appeared to be causing him significant discomfort to do so.

"Thank you, Master Ravi," stammered Sunil, visibly holding back the urge to cough. "Burritos for breakfast again?"

"That's right," Ravi chuckled. "Very good, Sunil. What kind?"

"Uh..." The shrunken man looked up, wincing as he met his brother's gaze. "Bean and cheese." Sniffing the air, he seemed to become more sure of himself. "And egg! Egg, too."

"That's my big bro." Turning back around, Ravi made a big show of lowering Max into the terrarium. "Here... I gotta go drop the kids off at the pool, but maybe you can start showing Max the ropes?"

"I'd be honored, Master Ravi," said Sunil, slumping back into a bowing position as Ravi withdrew his hand. "Thank you for entrusting me with this."

"Of course," said Ravi, slinking away toward the bathroom. "You two play nice, okay?"

When the bottom-heavy femboy closed the door, the two shrunken men were alone—one still in bowing position and the other doing his best to accept the new realities of his situation. It gave Max some comfort to know that he was apparently not the only shrunken person in the world—although if all the others were anything like Sunil, it didn't give him much hope for ever getting back to normal. Taking all of this in, the three-inch freshman couldn't help shuddering. Only then did the other shrunken man look up at him.

"So," said Sunil. "They got you, too."

"'Got'?" Max squinted. "What do you mean? I just woke up like this... do you know how I shrank?"

"I'm afraid I do. There's a serum." The shrunken man spoke quickly, some part of him doubtlessly relishing the chance to have a real conversation with someone who wasn't Ravi or Kali—and another part probably fearful of being interrupted. "Undetectable in food or drink. One little dose is all it takes. And it's permanent." 

"Permanent?" Max's heart sank. If this man was telling the truth, he was going to be stuck like this forever. If that wasn't hard enough to get his head around, the idea that he might be stuck here, specifically, trapped in Kali's room and slowly ground down into another broken worshipper like his new conversation partner, made him feel genuinely ill. "So there's no cure?"

"None that I've ever heard of," said Sunil, shaking his head. "Of course, I haven't been out of this room in..." He paused, sighing. "It's so hard to keep track of the time now... four years?"

"Four years?" Max's jaw dropped. "Wait, how old are you?"

Again, Sunil sighed. "Twenty-five."

"Wait," said Max. "But that means... how'd you end up like this?"

"I'm Goddess Kali and Master Ravi's older brother," said Sunil. "Their adopted older brother."

"And they shrank you?" Max frowned. "Why?"

"Because I tried to escape." Sunil's eyes took on an even more intense level of weariness. "Kali - er, Goddess Kali - pushed me around all through high school and college... our mom works for the school, so I couldn't even get away from her here. When I graduated, I took a job in New York." Sunil's voice grew especially heavy with regret. "And then I was stupid enough to invite her to my going-away party. Next thing I know, I'm waking up like this, and she's talking our mom into letting her look after me."

"That's..." Unsure what to say in the face of such a surreal and cruel story, Max let out a long sigh of his own. "I'm sorry." 

"Thanks," said Sunil. "It's not so bad once you get used to it, though."

"Is it?" Max's frown deepened. "I mean... worshiping your brother's farts? That's uh... I don't know."

"You haven't seen what the alternative is." Sunil grimaced. "I hope you never do." 

Seeing just how much this hypothetical alternative seemed to unsettle the shrunken man just by invoking it, Max felt another surge of dread. "What do you mean?"

Before Sunil could answer, the door swung open behind them — the one leading out into the hallway — revealing Kali herself. Wearing her usual fishnet crop top, black leather jacket, black leather pants, pentagram belt buckle, spiky combat boots and red prescription contact lenses, with her long black-and-red-dyed hair flowing over her shoulders, the 6'4" 280-pound Indian amazon looked like she was ready to go to war—hopefully, Max thought, not against him. 

Registering the arrival of his "goddess," her shell-shocked adopted brother crumpled back into his usual bowing position—and with no interest in starting off his time in Kali's room on the wrong foot, the three-inch freshman followed suit. 

"Good morning, Goddess Kali," Sunil squeaked. "I missed you!"

"Good morning, bug," Kali grunted, shuffling into the room and kicking off her boots. "That's nice." 

Unsure what to say, Max decided it was best to remain silent. It was unclear whether Kali had ever noticed him. In the best-case scenario, she might leave without even realizing something was up.

Settling her considerable bulk down on her bed, eliciting several groans from the mattress and bedframe, the giant senior peeled off her socks, balled them up and tossed them into the terrarium. "Here," she said, smirking as she watched one of them land on top of her shrunken brother, blanketing him in sweat-soaked fabric. "Clean this for me."

"My pleasure, Goddess," said Sunil, frantically setting to work with his tongue. Boxed in by glass walls on all sides, the smell of the Indian amazon's ripe socks was absolutely overpowering—enough that it took concentrated effort for Max not to gag. "Master Ravi is here, too. He's in the bathroom."

"I can tell." Waving a hand in front of her face, Kali glared toward the bathroom. Then, noticing Max, she sat up and approached the table. "Well, now... what's this? Did Master Ravi bring you a new friend, bug?"

"Yes, Goddess," said Sunil, nodding toward Max. "His name is Max."

"Not anymore," Kali scoffed, taking another step over the terrarium and reaching a hand down toward Max. "Although I suppose it'll be a bit tricky, having two 'bugs.' Can you think of a more appropriate name for yourself, bug?"

"M-me?" As the Indian amazon plucked him out of Sunil's enclosure and brought him up to her plump, proud, heavily made up face, Max couldn't help flinching. "I, uh... I dunno."

"Typical male." Kali rolled her eyes, then turned her attention toward the still-closed bathroom. "Ravi?"

"Yeah?" Through the door, Max could her the toilet flushing—then the bottom heavy femboy himself emerged back into the room, ushering in a fresh cloud of stink. "Sup?"

"I... ugh!" Catching a whiff of the smell wafting out of the bathroom, Kali scowled. "God, you're almost as bad as Mom!" 

"Dang, that's high praise." Ravi chuckled. Then, noticing the shrunken man in Kali's hand, he perked up. "Oh, good! You found Max."

"I did," said Kali, shaking the three-inch freshman like a set of car keys. "I assume you'd like him back?"