One More Test Shrunken First Semester chapter 22 by maximally

Veronica's fingers curled around Max's tiny body, her grip sending a shiver down his spine. Her skin was cool, her manicured nails pressing just enough to remind him of his helplessness as she examined him like a specimen under glass. The more he considered the choice before him, the more the idea of being left alone with this woman made his stomach churn worse than any of Daisy's various odors.  

"I—I'll stay with Daisy," Max blurted. He squirmed in Veronica's hand, his bare skin slick with a mix of Daisy's sweat and the lingering residue of her ass.

Daisy's shoulders sagged with relief. "Thank you," she whispered, already aching to snatch him back.

"Alright," Veronica's lips curled into a smirk, her thumb stroking Max's back in a mockery of tenderness. "Your loss." She tapped a manicured nail against her clipboard, the sound sharp and deliberate. "But before you go, I do have one final hypothesis I'd like to test."

Before Daisy could protest, Veronica turned toward the large glass terrarium on the far counter. Max's world lurched as she dangled him over the container, the cold, smooth surface looming beneath him. The terrarium was sleek and airtight, its interior lined with sensors and a small hose attachment coiled like a serpent on one side.

The moment Veronica dropped him inside, the lid sealed with a soft, final click. The air was stale, tinged with the faint metallic tang of previous experiments. Max scrambled to his knees, his palms pressing against the glass as he stared up at the two giant women. Daisy's face was pale, her lips parted in horror, while Veronica's expression was alight with calculated excitement.

"W-what are you doing?" Daisy's voice wavered as she stumbled forward. Her hands fluttered uselessly at her sides, torn between reaching for him and covering her still-exposed backside.

Veronica ignored her, turning instead to a panel of controls beside the terrarium. With a flick of a switch, a faint hum filled the room as the air inside the chamber began to thin. Max's lungs tightened almost instantly—each breath came shorter, sharper, his vision spotting at the edges. His chest burned, his throat constricting as he gasped for air that wasn't there.

"This terrarium is completely sealed," Veronica explained. She held up the breathing tube connected to the hose, its open end glinting under the lab lights. "Without an external air supply, your little friend will suffocate in minutes." Her smirk deepened, her eyes locking onto Daisy's. "The only way to keep him alive is to supply him with a fresh stream of… let's call it alternative air."

Daisy's face went ashen. "You want me to…"

"Pass gas into the tube, yes." Veronica's voice was smooth, almost amused. "For the next five minutes. If you stop, he stops breathing."

Max's stomach lurched. The idea of surviving on Daisy's farts was absurd, but the way his chest was already burning for want of air left no room for pride. He pressed his hands against the glass, his tiny mouth opening in a silent plea. His vision swam, the edges darkening as his body screamed for oxygen.

Daisy hesitated for only a second before snatching the tube from Veronica's hand. "Fine," she muttered, her cheeks flushing crimson as she turned her back to the terrarium. The vast, dimpled expanse of her ass jiggled as she pressed the tube against her crack, the tip nestling squarely around her pucker. The sight was equal parts absurd and erotic, like she'd grown a plastic tail, her cheeks quivering as she took a deep, steadying breath.

Max barely had time to brace himself before the first explosion hit.

BBBBBRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP

The sound was thunderous, reverberating through the glass as a wave of warm, eggy stink flooded the terrarium. Max gagged, his eyes watering as the rancid stench filled his lungs. It was like inhaling pure rot, a noxious cocktail of half-digested junk food and stomach acid. His stomach heaved—but then, his chest expanded.

Against all logic, the fetid air worked. Max's dizziness faded, his vision clearing as his body instinctively gulped down another breath of Daisy's fumes. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut: he was surviving on this.

"Incredible," Veronica breathed, her clipboard forgotten as she pressed her face to the glass, her eyes alight with scientific glee. "It's working! The serum must have altered his respiratory system!"

Daisy didn't respond, too focused on the task at hand. Her face was screwed up in concentration, her ass cheeks clenching rhythmically as she forced out another concentrated blast.

PPPRRRRAAAAAAAPPPLLLTTT

This one was wetter, hotter, the gas practically dripping with moisture as it surged into the terrarium. Max coughed, his tiny body buffeted by the sheer force of it, but his lungs kept pulling in air — her air — despite the way his stomach churned. The heat was oppressive, the humidity clinging to his skin like a second layer of sweat. And it was still working.

"Fascinating!" Veronica was practically vibrating with excitement. "For any ordinary human, this level of methane concentration would be lethal, but his cells are processing it like—oh!" She stopped as Daisy's next fart ripped out with enough force to make the tube tremble.

BBBBBRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRTTTT

By now, Max's world was nothing but heat and stench, his body coated in a fine mist as the gas swirled around him. His head spun, not from lack of oxygen but from the sheer overload of it—every breath filling him with Daisy in the most intimate way possible. It was like being trapped in a one-woman hurricane.

"One minute left," Veronica announced, her voice hushed with awe.

Daisy whimpered, her thighs shaking. "S-sorry, Max…"

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP

Her final fart was a masterpiece—a sustained, shuddering eruption that made the glass vibrate. Max was knocked onto his back, his arms flailing as the gas poured over him, saturating every inch of the terrarium. His lungs burned, his skin tingled, and yet—he was alive.

The timer beeped.

Veronica wasted no time flipping the switch to vent the terrarium, the noxious cloud dissipating as fresh air rushed in. The lid popped open, and Max gasped, his first clean breath in minutes tasting oddly bland by comparison.

Daisy was on him in an instant, her hands trembling as she scooped him up. "Oh my god, Max—are you okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't—I didn't know what else to do—"

"I'm fine," he croaked, his voice hoarse from the abuse. And, horrifyingly, it was true.

Veronica was already scribbling notes, her grin triumphant. "Remarkable. Absolutely remarkable." She looked up, her eyes gleaming. "Daisy, you realize what this means, don't you? He's perfect for you."

Daisy blinked. "Huh?"

"The serum didn't just shrink him—it adapted him." Veronica gestured vaguely at Daisy's ass. "The gas, the heat, the pressure—most people would pass out within seconds, but for him… it's like you were made for each other."

Max wasn't sure whether to be flattered or horrified.

Daisy, however, looked oddly touched. Her grip on him tightened just slightly, her thumb brushing over his back in a silent apology. "Oh. So… can we can go now?"

Veronica waved a hand. "Of course. I'll reinstate your remote accommodations—consider it a thank-you for the data." Her smirk returned. "And if you two ever want to come back for more testing, my door is always open."

Daisy didn't need to be told twice. With a grunt, she pulled her shirt back on and yanked her sweatpants back up, stuffing Max into his usual spot between her cheeks before he could even protest. The familiar heat and weight of her ass enveloped him, the musky warmth of her crack a bizarre comfort after the sterile terror of the terrarium.

"Let's get out of here," she muttered, waddling toward the door.

Max didn't argue. As much as he hated to admit it, the crushing confines of Daisy's ass felt almost like home now—at least compared to the cold, clinical horror of Veronica's experiments. The door swung shut behind them, sealing Veronica's laughter inside as Daisy hurried down the hall. The Math and Science building's fluorescent lights gave way to the golden glow of the afternoon sun, the campus sprawling before them once more.

As Daisy trudged back toward the Loser House, Max's mind was reeling. Veronica's words echoed in his head: "He's perfect for you." The idea that his body had somehow adapted to Daisy's… unique conditions was equal parts horrifying and bizarrely flattering. He'd spent the last week buried in her sweat, suffocated by her farts, and nearly digested by her ass—yet here he was, alive and thriving. It defied logic. Then again, so did everything else about his life now.

Daisy exhaled, her steps slowing as the tension left her body. "You okay back there?" she asked softly, her hand drifting to her ass to give Max a reassuring pat. For the first time in months, she didn't flinch at the whispers trailing behind her, or the way a group of Juno girls wrinkled their noses as she passed. Max had chosen her. Over Veronica, over anyone else. That knowledge settled in her chest like a warm weight, pushing back against the usual tide of insecurity. The Loser House loomed ahead, its grimy exterior a welcome sight.

Max sighed, nestling deeper into the sweaty crevice of her crack. "Yeah," he mumbled. "Just… don't stop walking."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Daisy chuckled, her ass jiggling around him as she picked up the pace. "Almost there."