Max's New Gods Shrunken First Semester chapter 5 by maximally

"Well, actually..." Ravi grinned. "I was thinking we could break him in together!"

Hearing this, Max froze. If whatever the giant goths had done to their shrunken adopted brother was any indication of what he could expect from getting "broken in," he was feeling less and less optimistic about his chances of getting out of here with every passing second. 

"Ah, I should have known." Looking between her perpetually mischievous femboy brother and the three-inch-tall freshman in her hand, Kali scoffed. "Of course that's why you're here."

"You make me sound so calculating," said Ravi, shrugging off a scowl that would stop most other Ventus students and faculty members dead in their tracks. "I mostly came up here to take a dump. But I found this guy in the common room and thought you might get a kick out of him."

"You found him in here?" Kali raised a powerful eyebrow. "That's interesting. We had some shrinking serum go missing from the lab last night."

Watching this exchange from his perch in the Indian amazon's hand, Max got another profound surge of dread. Slowly but surely, the details surrounding his inexplicable loss of size were falling into place. He'd clearly been dosed with some kind of serum, quite possibly by someone in this house—but who and why remained unclear.

"No kidding," said Ravi. "Maybe someone tried to claim him at the party last night."

"My thoughts exactly," said Kali, smirking. "You might have just saved me a whole lot of interrogation."

"Happy to help." Ravi chuckled. "Honestly, knowing your definition of 'interrogation,' I'm sure half the girls in here would lie and say they did it just to get a close-up with your big ol' pooper."

"You're not wrong." Saying this, Kali sounded equally proud and annoyed.

"Well, speaking of..." Again, Ravi grinned. "We breaking this guy in, or what?"

"I'm considering it." Kali's smirk grew. "It's been a while since you asked me for help with one of your little boy toys. When was the last one?"

"Must've been, what, May? June?" The giant femboy squinted, like he was trying to look back into his own memory. "I think you ended up taking him for yourself."

"Not sure how much that narrows it down," said Kali, sharing a chuckle with her brother. 

This last part made Max swallow hard—not least of all because of how much of a joke it seemed to be for the two giant siblings. If his captors were saying what he thought they were saying, he'd be lucky to get through the next few hours alive. Meanwhile, down in the terrarium, Kali and Ravi's adopted older brother appeared every bit as concerned. 

"Goddess Kali, Master Ravi," Sunil stammered, falling to his knees again, "please, I beg you to reconsider this decision. I'd be honored to take Max's place if you-"

"What was that, bug?" Turning to face the terrarium, Kali scowled. "I don't remember asking for your opinion."

"I-I'm sorry, Goddess Kali!" Given a small taste of his primary captor's wrath, the shrunken 25-year-old grew even more frantic and nervous. "Forget I said anything! I would never question your authority or seek to disrespect you in any way!"

"Good. I thought so." Looking back to her younger brother, the Indian amazon's smirk returned. "So, how do you want to do this?" 

"I dunno," said Ravi, shrugging. "Maybe we should ask him?"

"Very funny," Kali scoffed, unceremoniously tossing Max onto her bed and earning a wince from Sunil. "Let's start with the jar. Assuming you're not out of gas."

"Girl, have we met?" Retrieving a small, ornate mason jar from a drawer in his sister's desk, Ravi grinned again. "I've always got extra gas."

"Good." Kali smiled. "Then let's do this."

Thoroughly dazed by the experience of getting flung across the room, it was all Max could do to get his bearings before his giant femboy captor was upon him—bouncing over, scooping him up, and depositing him into Kali's jar. The whole thing was about one and a half times his size, leaving him enough room to stand up and sit down but not much more, and had a distinctly funky smell—suggesting it hadn't been washed in a very long time. Then, before the shrunken freshman could even consider working up the courage to ask what was going on, he felt his new enclosure being brought around to Ravi's rump just in time for another blast of stink.

BBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTT

Once again, Max was overwhelmed by a wave of hot, rancid air—and with nothing else to breathe, he had no choice but to start inhaling. Within the the jar, Ravi's gas was even more noxious than before — thicker, heavier, and much harsher on his lungs — and after just a few breaths, the shrunken freshman felt like his entire respiratory system was on fire. His thoughts were getting worrisomely hazy, too. 

"Oh man," purred Ravi, registering his tiny captive's struggles and grinding his hips even harder against the rim of the jar. "This one's really got some energy. Way more than the last few."

"Good," said Kali, observing her brother with evident sadistic enjoyment. "It's never as fun when they give up early. Give him some air so we can talk."

As the giant femboy pulled the jar away from his ass, Max took several greedy lungfuls of fresh air—much to the amusement of both his captors. 

"Pathetic," Kali scoffed, glaring down at her latest victim. "Alright, bug. Here's the deal. I don't know who you were before today. I don't know if there's anyone looking for you, and frankly, I don't care. All that matters now is, you're ours. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

While Max still wanted no part of any of this, he had a feeling that any pushback would be a one-way ticket to getting gassed again—or worse. Resisting his instincts — namely, the desire to scream and call for help — he did his best to force a nod back.

"Good," said Kali. "You're learning. Most guys like you start out thinking they can negotiate. Or they try to escape. Or they just start crying for Mommy. You're not gonna do that, are you bug?"

Under the withering gaze of his captor, Max just barely managed to shake his head like he meant it.

"I didn't think so." The Indian amazon flashed a row of sharp teeth. "The thing is, I don't negotiate. I'm not going to let you escape. And I'm sure as shit not your mommy. I eat bugs like you for breakfast. And when I shit them out, I have another bug to wipe my ass." Gesturing toward the terrarium on the table, she allowed her grin to grow. "I believe the two of you have already met?" 

Looking over at Sunil's enclosure, Max felt his heart sink. With this horrific detail, every aspect of the shrunken 25-year-old's existence suddenly seemed that much bleaker—and every detail of his own current predicament seemed that much more terrifying. Hopefully, he wasn't about to spend the rest of his life in a similar state.

"Now," Kali continued. "Most of the bugs that we go through don't last longer than a couple weeks. Maybe a month tops. They try to do their best, but sooner or later, they always give up. And the second that happens, they're gone." Again, she gestured toward the terrarium. "You wanna know why this bug's still here after four years?"

Forcing another nod, Max couldn't help noticing how worked up Ravi was getting. Whatever he was experiencing was a practiced routine for these two. 

"The key to success here isn't just obedience," said Kali. "It's faith. If you want to survive, you have to accept that your whole world begins and ends with us. We're not just your masters. We're your gods." Feeling a telltale gurgle in her gut, the Indian amazon turned to her brother. "Give me the jar."

"With pleasure," cooed Ravi, handing the shrunken freshman's enclosure over to his sister—who promptly jammed it right up against the crack of her ass.

BBBRBRBRBRBRBABAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

As Max's glass prison filled with another insurmountable cloud of gas, he sank to his knees in a fit of coughs and gags. Somehow, Kali's latest fart made all of her brother's torments feel like a warmup. Whether that came down to diet, size, or some other factor beyond his comprehension, he had no idea—but the fact was, it stank. There was something borderline hallucinogenic about the way it overpowered him—like it was rewiring his brain. While he knew that kind of thing wasn't possible, he was reevaluating many other similarly foundational things that he thought he'd known about reality before waking up this morning.

From his current perspective, it was hard to deny that there was something almost godlike about the power that Ravi and Kali now held over him—able to incapacitate him with something as trivial as a single fart. Whether that made him want to resign himself to a life as another of their brain-broken acolytes was a very different story. But the more of the Indian amazon's gas he inhaled, the more willing he was to say whatever it would take to end this nightmare. 

"Seems like he's slowing down," said Kali, shaking the jar — and the shrunken man inside — out onto the bed. "Let's see if he's learned anything."

After absorbing two giant goth farts in rapid succession, Max was stunned to find that he was still conscious. His head was swimming, his nose, throat and lungs were burning, and the only thing keeping him from throwing up was the knowledge that he'd have to deal with the results. Then, as he struggled to get his bearings, free from the jar's constant motion and overpowering odors, he noticed his initial captor hiking down his skirt.

A second later, the bottom-heavy femboy's heavy-duty bottom joined the shrunken freshman on the bed again, just barely missing him by a few inches. The impact was enough to send Max to his knees, more in shock than reverence. From where the shrunken freshman sat right now, Ravi's big, doughy cheeks were the size of houses—and even after everything these very cheeks had put him through, some small part of him couldn't shake the urge to bury himself between them. At least in there, he'd be safe from Kali.

"Like what you see?" Glancing back at his tiny captive, Ravi wiggled his hips and winked. "Here... how about we get you home?"