Chemistry with Veronica Shrunken First Semester chapter 20 by maximally

Daisy's first class of the day was held in the Math and Science Center, one of the biggest and newest buildings at Ventus. Fresh off a series of renovations financed by several of House Minerva's most successful alumni, the high-tech steel and glass structure boasted a number of cutting-edge features—including an innovative ventilation system that made the building double as a giant air purifier for the whole campus. Of course, even this sophisticated network of high-powered fans and HEPA filters was no match for Buttzilla herself—and even several steps inside, her natural aroma continued to follow her like an aura of stink. 

As the chubby ogress shuffled through the halls, sweatpants squelching with every step, her classmates parted before her like an incredulous, snickering sea—wrinkling their noses, fanning away the smell with textbooks or just turning tail and running in the other direction. A Juno goth in fishnet sleeves dry-heaved into her studded messenger bag. A Minervan sophomore muttered something about gut flora into a voice memo. Even a few teachers couldn't help coughing.

Accustomed to this treatment from her first few weeks as a freshman, Daisy just tried to focus on putting one meaty foot in front of the next. The only difference between today and her last in-person day of classes two semesters ago was that she now had Max on her side—and every time she felt him renew his struggles between her cheeks, it felt like a much-needed confidence boost. At least one guy at this school didn't think she was some kind of giant monster, even if she probably resembled one from his diminished perspective.

Beneath her, Max wasn't feeling any better about how this day was shaping up. With a face full of Daisy's asshole, he was already getting predictably lightheaded. If his previous stints in his giant guardian's ass were any indication, his next break would probably coincide with her next trip to the bathroom—and if every previous experience he'd had accompanying Daisy to the bathroom was any reference, he wouldn't find much fresh air in there, either. In the meantime, his only constants were sour body odor, reprocessed breakfast burrito fumes, and the rhythmic clench of his giant guardian's buttocks gripping his entire body like a human stress ball.

"Just… keep it together," Daisy whispered to herself, her voice trembling as she lumbered into Lecture Hall B—stepping sideways to fit her wide-set hips through the door and still grazing it on both sides with her butt, breasts and belly. The room inside was just as austere and shiny as the rest of the building—a tiered semicircle of stadium seating, all of which looked about as sturdy as toothpicks to Daisy's 375-pound frame, and a wall-sized smart board glowing with chemistry diagrams. Below this board, in the center of the action, was her least-favorite professor: Veronica Maxwell.

Even when presiding over a classroom of dazed-looking undergrads, the 6'4", 300-pound Black amazon looked more like a warrior queen than an academic. With her black hair up in a tight bun, her piercing brown eyes and strong, striking features framed by black horn-rimmed glasses, and every inch of her voluptuous figure straining against her usual black pleated skirt, white button-up and tight black blazer, she was the picture of authority—and when she noticed Daisy, her full lips twisted into a smirk. 

"Ah, Miss Flores," said Veronica, her voice dripping with mock surprise. "Nice of you to join us in person for a change." She gestured to a seat in the back row, wedged between Ursa Kolossovna, a platinum-haired mountain of Siberian muscle snoring into a House Diana letterman jacket, and Ophelia Kidd, a Juno legacy freshman doodling pentagrams on her iPad. "Please, have a seat."

Daisy nodded mutely, face burning as she felt every eye in the room following her up the steps. When she finally made it up to her seat, she could hear the plastic groaning ominously under her weight—a noise that was more than enough to wake her Russian neighbor. 

"Bozhe moi," Ursa muttered, sounding more impressed than disgusted. "Smells like bear cave after winter."

"S-sorry," Daisy mumbled, sinking lower in her chair and inadvertently pressing Max even harder up against her slimy starfish. 

"Now…" Turning back to the smart board, Veronica picked up her stylus and resumed writing. "As I was saying before, today we'll be reviewing the applications of quantum computing in biochemical analysis."

"Huh?" A collective groan of unease filled the room. In addition to being one of the biggest hard-asses at Ventus, Veronica was infamous for going way off syllabus for every class she taught—subjecting even entry-level courses to a level of academic rigor that would make the average PhD candidate balk. 

"Pay close attention," she said, adjusting her glasses. "This will be on the midterm."

*

For both Daisy and Max, the next ninety minutes were torture. As Veronica's lecture droned on, a blur of complex terminology that had no precedent in the standard curriculum of a 101-level course like this, Daisy's bowels churned with uncertainty—and Max bore the full brunt of the consequences. While most of her farts were miraculously quiet by her usual standards, perhaps thanks to all the work Hazel had put into loosening up her backdoor over the last several days, they were just as uniformly smelly — and, frequently, wet — as ever. 

At a purely logical level, Max understood that this was all still preferable to being out in the open, naked and exposed in front of Daisy's classmates. He knew that many of them wouldn't think twice about stealing him for themselves, and he had his doubts that Daisy's severe professor would be any more merciful based on what little he could hear of her. Still, he found it hard to see any other upsides of being stuck down here—trapped under his giant guardian's ass, huffing her farts, out in public.

Back in Daisy's room, when he'd ended up in situations like these, it had generally been accidental—or as a prelude to a night of kinky fun. Now, though, it felt more like overt torture. Some of the voices outside almost seemed familiar — at one point, he could have sworn he heard his old roommate, Zeke — and the idea that life was going on as usual out there without him only served to push him into a now-familiar spiral, reflecting on how much his life had changed since last Saturday.

"Miss Flores." As the bell rang and students began to file out of the room, Veronica strolled up to Daisy's seat. "I'd like a word."

"M-me?" Reflexively clenching her cheeks — and subjecting her shrunken friend to an added layer of pressure — Daisy swallowed hard. "I… s-sure, okay. What's up?"

"Well…" Veronica smirked. "I'd like your help with something."

"Oh." Looking up at her striking amazon of a professor, Daisy couldn't help blushing a little. Despite all the newfound sexual activity she'd been getting up to with Max and Hazel, she still tended to turn into a puddle around any woman as hot as Veronica. "I-is that why my remote learning accommodation got revoked?"

"I'm afraid so." Veronica shrugged. "I suppose I should apologize. I imagine that came as quite a shock. But I'm happy to put everything back to normal once you help me out. All I need is a few hours of your time."

"If it's that easy, why'd you have to revoke my accommodations?" Daisy raised an eyebrow, unsure how much leverage she had to push back. "Couldn't you have just, like... emailed me, or something?"

"I did. About twenty times over the last few weeks." Veronica's face hardened. "I'm afraid you forced my hand."

"Really?" Daisy winced. "Shoot. Sorry. I guess I gotta check my spam filters or something."

Prrrrrtttttt

In the heat of the moment, the chubby ogress was powerless to suppress another anxious toot—which squeaked out right into the face of her shrunken friend before wafting up toward her teacher. 

"My, my." Wrinkling her nose and taking a step back, Veronica chuckled. "Your classmates really weren't kidding about your... emissions, were they?"

"Y-yeah," said Daisy, feeling more uncertain by the second. "So, uh... what do you need my help with, exactly?"

"Maybe it's easier if I just show you." Beckoning Daisy up to the door and into the hall, Veronica grinned. "Right this way." 

*

A short walk later, Veronica had led Daisy back to her office on the other side of the building, and the adjoining private lab she kept for her personal research. At first glance, the space resembled any old stereotypical "science lab" — beakers bubbling with neon liquid on stainless steel tables, framed by walls of monitors displaying complex molecular models — but the more Daisy saw, the more it all gave her pause. Above one countertop, a row of glass cabinets housed several rows of meticulously labeled specimens, including what appeared to be shrunken skeletons. Above another, she saw what was, clearly, some kind of butt plug—with a hollowed-out center, just big enough to fit a guy the size of Max. And in one corner of the room, a reinforced plexiglass terrarium loomed, its interior strewn with dollhouse-sized furniture. 

"Wow." Eyeing all the equipment, Daisy did her best to sound impressed. "Cool setup."

"Thank you. Do you mind getting undressed for me, Daisy?" Veronica turned to her student, face blank and clinical, and produced a hospital gown from a drawer under one of her desks. "It'll make a few of the tests I've got in mind much easier."

"Oh." Daisy shrugged, blushing redder than ever. "I… s-sure, okay."

"Good." Turning toward the door to her office, Veronica nodded. "I'll give you a minute to change."

"Thanks," said Daisy, watching her professor leave before half-heartedly peeling off her shirt and sweatpants. Then, and only then, she hiked down her panties, giving her shrunken friend an unexpected moment of breathing room. 

As Max tumbled out onto the floor, his body coated in a glistening sheen of ass sweat and fecal residue, he had to do several double takes as he tried to figure out where they were. He blinked up at the fluorescent lights, his vision swimming, as Daisy came into focus. Wearing the gown Veronica had offered, she looked almost comical—especially since it was split down the back, leaving her dimpled cheeks and the dark jungle of her crack exposed. "Daisy…" he mumbled, struggling to refill his lungs with fresh air. "What the… where are we?"

"Hey." Picking up her shrunken friend and setting him down on Veronica's lab counter, Daisy offered Max her best apologetic look. "How are you holding up back there?"

"Fine," said Max, looking around the room and grimacing at all the equipment—most of it seemingly well suited for tormenting someone of his general stature. "Is this… Veronica's office?"

"Yeah," said Daisy, shrugging. "I guess she wants to do some… tests on me?"

"Oh." Again, Max grimaced—wondering, already, if he would have been better off staying with Hazel today. "G-gotcha. So… where are you gonna put me?" 

Before Daisy could respond, the door swung open behind them—and as Veronica stepped back into the room, her eyes went right to the shrunken freshman on the counter. 

"Well," said Veronica, lips curling into another smirk. "What do we have here?"