Odor & Obedience, Exercise 3 Shrunken First Semester chapter 8 by maximally

Max swallowed hard, his tiny body still trembling from his first hour of Riya's relentless approach to "therapy." The scent of her musk clung to him like a second skin, her saliva drying in sticky patches across his bare form. He wanted to protest, to beg for a reprieve—but the look in the Indian amazon's eyes told him that wasn't an option.

"One more exercise," he muttered, regretting his answer the second he said it.

Riya's lips curled into a slow, victorious smirk. "I was hoping you'd say that." Reaching for her dog-eared copy of Odor & Obedience again, she flipped past the pages they'd already covered. "Ah, here we are. Exercise three."

Max's stomach twisted again as he caught a glimpse of the illustration—a towering woman lounging on a bed with a shrunken male partner wedged snugly between her cheeks. The caption beneath it read: Total Assimilation.

"You're joking," he said, wincing.

Riya's smirk grew. "Do I look like I'm joking, dear?"

Max opened his mouth to argue, then stopped. Again, he wasn't sure. Part of him already knew there was no point resisting. Worse yet, a traitorous flicker of anticipation stirred in his gut. The thought of being pressed against Riya's ass, engulfed in her heat, her scent, her power… it filled him with sensations that weren't entirely unpleasant.

"Don't be shy, Max." Riya turned, presenting the full, breathtaking swell of her ass again and pulling her cheeks apart just enough to give him a preview of the puckered, winking star at its center. "I've been looking forward to getting you back here all morning."

Max's face burned.

"Come on, now," Riya teased, reaching back to pluck him up between her fingers. "Let's get you home."

For a dizzying moment, Max dangled above his professor's colossal, couch-flattening ass, waiting for it to gobble him up like some kind of giant, predatory beast. Then, with a wiggle of her hips, she pressed him into the damp crack between her cheeks. Surrounded again by warm, smothering softness, powerful feminine musk, and something far earthier, the shrunken freshman was powerless to keep from letting out a full-body shudder of uncertainty and semi-involuntary arousal.

"There we go," Riya sighed, adjusting her shrunken patient until he was nestled snugly against her asshole.

Max squirmed, but there was no escape. The more he struggled, the tighter Riya's cheeks clenched around him—and the more he found himself face to face with her big, funky backdoor, the wrinkled flesh brushing against his lips in a mockery of a kiss, hot and alive.

"Mmm, that's it," Riya moaned, her voice thick with arousal.

Unable to hold herself back any longer, the Indian amazon slipped a hand between her legs. Max could hear the wetness as she touched herself, the lewd squelch of her fingers working her folds just inches from his trapped body.

"Kiss it," she commanded—warm and playful, but with an unmistakable hint of force.

Max froze. "What?"

"You heard me." Riya clenched her cheeks around him, her asshole pressing insistently against his tiny face. "Kiss. It."

Max felt his stomach lurch, the weight of her dominance crushing his resistance before it could form. Reluctantly, he pressed his lips to her pucker, the taste of salt and musk flooding his senses.

Riya shuddered above him, her fingers working faster. "Good boy," she gasped. "Some of my other patients find it helpful to imagine they're kissing the lips of a beautiful woman. Maybe… me."

The absurdity of the suggestion should have made Max recoil—if she'd done this with her other shrunken patients, what else lay in store for him? Instead, he felt his traitorous body responding, his cock twitching against the rim of her hole. He kissed her again, this time with something more like genuine enthusiasm, and Riya let out a throaty moan.

"That's better," she breathed. "You're really something, Max."

Her hips rolled, grinding him deeper into her cleft. The heat was unbearable, the scent intoxicating—and then, without warning, Riya's asshole pulsed.

BBBRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP

The fart erupted like a bomb, a thick, wet blast of heat and stink that engulfed Max entirely. The force of it rattled his tiny frame, the vibration traveling through her cheeks and into his bones, and the smell was enough to make his eyes water. Above him, Riya moaned, her fingers working furiously between her legs.

"Ohhh, yes," she purred. "Just like that, Max. Breathe it in."

He couldn't not. The more he gasped, the more her stench filled him, making his head spin. His cock ached, his body betraying him completely, and Riya could clearly tell.

"Mmm, you like that, don't you, Max?" She clenched around him again, her asshole fluttering against his lips. "My nasty little air purifier."

Max whimpered, his hips jerking involuntarily. The humiliation should have been unbearable—but the way Riya's voice dripped with approval sent sparks of pleasure shooting through him.

Riya laughed, low and throaty. "God, you're perfect."

Her fingers sped up, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Max could feel the tension coiling in her body, the way her thighs trembled around him. Then, with a final, shuddering moan, she came—her asshole clenching rhythmically around her shrunken patient as she rode out her orgasm.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was Riya's heavy breathing. Then, Max heard another telltale gurgle from the Indian amazon's digestive system—one that seemed to suggest a much more heavy-duty payload to come.

"Oh, my," Riya chuckled, patting her stomach. "We might have to accelerate your training here, Max."

Recalling Riya's earlier comment about "solids," Max winced. If this woman was really about to take a dump — and the thunderous sounds coming from her stomach suggested that was a very clear possibility — he really didn't want to be stuck on the business end of it.

Riya's fingers brushed over Max's tiny body one last time before tugging her black chinos back on. His world narrowed to the rhythmic sway of her hips as she stood, the muffled click of her shoes, and the ever-present gurgle of her stomach.

"Remember," Riya chuckled, "deep breaths." Denying Max any opportunity to respond, she zipped her pants up and adjusted her blouse before stepping over to the door.

For Max, the walk that followed was another torturous blur of motion and sensation. Every step sent jolts through his tiny frame, Riya's cheeks flexing around him, the unmistakable scent of an imminent heavy-duty shit thickening with each movement. Fortunately, the closest ladies' room was just a few doors down the hall.

He heard the door swing open, then the familiar noise of a stall door being latched. Above him, Riya's asshole kept pulsing impatiently, already rancid and soon to be even worse. Max breath hitched as the first thick, humid waft of her impending release washed over him, the scent so potent it made him want to vomit. Surely, his professor planned on taking him out of here before she did her business... right?