Max Makes Demands Shrunken First Semester chapter 5 by Captain Tremor and maximally

“Fine, Hazel, you win…BUT I have some conditions, too!” Max declared, walking back his acceptance with a quick conditional. Max didn't have many options, and Hazel was clearly an expert on his “problem,” so she was his best bet. He just needed to swing this one-sided relationship a bit more in his favor.

“Oh, a little pushback, Miniguy? Hmmm, SURE, name it, I’m in a good mood and just excited to goon, let’s hear it!” Hazel shrugged, slotting a few more nuggets down her gullet, giving Max his moment to make his needs known.

“Okay…w-well…”... Max stammered, suddenly suffering from actually having a second to make his needs known. His mind flailed, wondering how he could make this situation more bearable. 

“Well, I want a private living space where I can sleep, have my own food, and feel safe! PLUS I want at least two days a week to relax—no being a sex toy!” Max started off, keeping his eyes on Hazel as her expression shifted from dismissive to annoyed. 

“Living space, sure, granted. No, on the two days, you get ONE day every other week; you're just keeping yourself small by denying your sweet sexy times with all this~” Hazel countered, shifting in her chair and pointing her blubbery butt toward Max, giving it a swift slap that sent it in a wobbling freefall, and set loose and eye-stinging shart directly at him.

SSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHTTTTTT!!!!!

“FINE, *COUGH* whatever, I also want you to dedicate at least once a week on the cure, no me accumulating a lot of hours and you just deciding to put it off!” Max put forth next, catching what likely could have been a co-dependant cycle on being Hazel’s sex toy, accumulating weeks of time for her to work on the project, only for her to just keep putting it off. 

“Oh, does Miniguy not trust his sexy, geeky protector? HA, don’t blame ya, deal, smart ask,” Hazel said, half in a bizarre attempt at sexy baby talk and the other in her usual phlegmy tone. She was willing to give Max his due on catching one of her traps before she could spring it.

“T-thank you…And I guess you can try to handle my school situation, if possible? Like get me a leave of absence or whatever keeps me from flunking or pronounced dead??”

“Hmm, it's a bit of an ask, but I think I can make something happen. I might have to reveal you to some of the top asses around campus, the ‘queen bee’ at least, probably, but you’d be safe from getting your butt kicked from the school,” Hazel mused between fist fulls of greasy fries, leaving but half a dozen nuggets to sate her gluttony. 

“Sure, I guess that’s fine,” Max shrugged, unsure if he should keep any of this secret. It might even present an opportunity to escape from under Hazel, provided she reneges on their deal. 

“I’m almost out of BBBBBBBBUUUUUUUURRRRPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!! Food, Miniguy, so you get one more request; make it count!” Hazel said, adding a mighty, 5-second belch that sent chunks of fried potato into Max’s face. Her patience had run thin with her food supply, but she was willing to humor one last ask from her soon-to-be official sex toy. 

“SHIT okay, well, I guess…”