A Better Tomorrow Shrunken First Semester chapter 9 by VirtualFootprint and maximally

Two years passed since the day a certain college freshman woke up to find himself three inches tall, and a certain sophomore attended a special lecture on the impacts shrinking technology would have on society.

And so it was the changes predicted at that seminar came to pass. Male shrinking episodes, at first isolated incidents, quickly became an epidemic that spread across the country. At the same time, influential women moved in to occupy the sudden vacuums left in key seats of power – in government, defence, law enforcement.

In just a few months the balance of power in society shifted dramatically. Women were in control, while the role of man was reduced (literally) to that of a woman’s slave, servant, or toy for personal amusement.

Within this new matriarchy, several companies were able to capitalise on the shifting cultural dynamics by offering women new products and services to use on their tinies. Torture, punishment and humiliation tools were all popular models, but niche markets also existed for those who wanted to use their miniature companions humanely.

At one such humane company, the head of research and development was testing her latest work on her long-serving assistant.

“Okay, I’m all set.” Announced Dr. Kaley Piper, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Good to go?”

“Sure,” Max sighed, pushing himself to his feet. He walked a short distance to the end of the table where Kaley was waiting. Flipping up the back of her white lab coat, she perched her supple ass on the edge and waited for Max to press his face into her gray leggings-clad crack.

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The blast was violent, but over the years Max had become well practised at huffing farts. He braced his legs to avoid being blown backward while flaring his nostrils to achieve maximum gas absorption. Thick stink flooded his nostrils, heavy with the scent of expired yogurt and banana bread.

Kaley gave him a moment to sniff up the last few whiffs, then turned to face him, clipboard at the ready. “So?”

Max rubbed his nose. “It was bad. Maybe the worst today.”

“Darn.” She frowned, scribbling the results down. “I thought we were getting closer… oh well. Back to the drawing board.”

Kaley’s latest project saw her trying to develop a drug that would make women’s farts smell more pleasant. If successful, millions of tiny fart-sniffers would have their duties made far more tolerable. Some women might even stop using Gas Absorbers altogether. It was a lovely idea... but only if it worked, and based on the last few weeks of testing, it was proving a difficult compound to synthesize.

“Organic chemistry really isn’t my speciality. I’ll bet that Dr. Berry over at StinkLabs could crack this in an afternoon.” Kaley vented. “A shame she’s only interested in making tiny lives worse.”

“Hey, you’ll get it eventually. You’re a genius, remember?” Max encouraged, earning him a soft smile. “So, what’s on after lunch? More farts?” That wasn’t normally an afternoon he’d be looking forward to, but he’d heard rumours floating of something called a “Toilet Buddy” being put together in manufacturing, and had no desire to test the prototype.

“No, actually. You’re all done.”

“Oh.” He was pleasantly surprised. “What, is today a half day?”

“No, I mean you’re done done.” She giggled sweetly at the confusion on his face. “Come on, let’s head up to my office and I’ll explain – ”

Just then the door to the laboratory swung open and an imposing figure filled its frame. Veronica Maxwell, former dorm mother of House Minerva and current CEO of the company. Her towering 300-pound bulk was packed into a tight navy business suit, complete with a skirt that looked ready to tear under the sheer mass of her gargantuan, heaving buttocks. Her breasts jiggled heavily as she strode toward them, radiating confidence and amusement.

“There’s my favourite mad scientist.” She smirked at Kaley. “What new money-making miracles have you been cooking up for us today?”

“Ah, none today, unfortunately,” Kaley admitted. “I’ve hit a bit of a roadblock with this compound. We’ll need to do more testing.”

“Oh? Well, let me know if you want me to take a look. I’m always available to lend a hand to our resident secret weapon.”

Veronica was referencing the founding of the company, and the pair’s partnership. While Kaley had had the engineering skills (and thanks to Max, products already tested and ready to launch), she’d lacked the business acumen to succeed in the highly competitive tiny market. That was where Veronica had come in. With her determination, drive, and background in economics, she’d taken Kaley’s floundering start-up and transformed it into a global enterprise in less than six months.

“After all,” the ebony amazon continued, “we wouldn’t even be here without your crafty little idea. ‘Humane Tinies’? I’d never have imagined a niche market like that could be so lucrative.”

“W-well, it’s not really about the money. Tinies are still people, and…”

“Of course,” Veronica waved dismissively. Then she turned her focus toward the table. “Now, what are you up to down there, little man?”

Max couldn’t help flinching beneath her dominant gaze. “I was just finishing up a test with Dr. – ”

“You know our company policy. The only males allowed on the premises are employees. Male employees are required to be actively working at all times. If you’re just standing around, I’ll give you something to do.”

Without warning, the CEO snatched him off the table and whisked him round to the seemingly endless expanse of her ass. Cupping his frail form against the cleft of her skirted booty, she sighed and relaxed her bowels.

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The toxic hurricane immediately overwhelmed all five of Max’s senses. He cried out, retching on the coffee-fuelled monstrosity. Even his years of training under Kaley couldn’t prepare him for the sheer force, or stink, of the gas this voluptuous titan was capable of unleashing.

“Mmm. I’m envious, Dr. Piper. I could use an experienced butt-boy of my own, but I just don’t have the time or patience to train one up.”

She brought Max back around and held him out, dangling him by the arm. Kaley scooped him up and dropped him hastily down the back of her panties, tucking him into the safety of her own rear.

“Anyway,” Veronica continued, “I just wanted to congratulate you on all the good work you’ve been doing. Send me the data on that compound you’re working on, I’ll see if I can take a look in between meetings.”

“Will do,” Kaley replied gratefully. The amazon was as much an expert in chemistry as she was in business.

Veronica nodded and turned to leave. “Oh, and do let me know if that assistant of yours continues to slack off down here,” she called over her shoulder. “If I hear he’s not being put to use, I’d be more than happy to take him off your hands.”

*

Kaley entered her private office on the 37^th floor and locked the door behind her. It was a lovely room, spacious and quietly tasteful, with a modern minimalist design and a floor-length window offering a breathtaking view of the city.

She withdrew Max from her underwear, setting him down on her mahogany desk and claiming her chair on the opposite side. Once she might have apologised for Max’s unexpected gas assault and subsequent ride in her bottom, despite these events being out of her control, but over time both had come to see incidents like these as normal, everyday facts of life.

“So,” Max said, making his way over to a bottle of hand sanitizer Kaley kept on her desk. “What were you saying about this afternoon?”

“Oh, yes! I have a surprise for you.” She sounded excited. “Plus, congratulations. As of today, you’re officially retired!”

He stopped in the middle of cleaning ass-sweat off his arms. “Huh?”

“Take a look,” Kaley beamed, swivelling her computer monitor toward him.

Max squinted at the words on the screen. “’Mini-Haven’,” he read aloud. “Your own little slice of paradise. A miniature resort tailored to the needs of miniature people… Kaley, what is this?”

“It’s kind of like a retirement village,” she explained. “It’s a facility where shrunken men can stay, attended to full-time by a staff of personal carers. They’ll prepare your food, fulfil your requests, make sure you’re safe and happy at all times. The accommodation is amazing, you basically get your own penthouse suite!”

“You’re sending me away?”

“To a luxury resort. It’s a bit expensive, but I’d say you’ve more than earned it.” She began clicking through photo slides. “There are all kinds of amenities. Look, they even have a miniature water park!” She smiled expectantly at him. “So? What do you think?”

“What? Oh yeah, yeah. It’s, uh...” For some reason his thinking was slowed. The news had caught him off guard. “No, but wait a second. What about our testing? All the tinies out there depending on your work? We can’t just abandon them.”

“That’s taken care of. Last week I finally got approval to hire a team of tinies specifically for testing. They’re all being paid, all willingly submitted applications for the job. I can continue my work ethically now.” She paused and looked at him, concerned. “Max? Is something wrong? I thought you’d be happy.”

Max wasn’t sure himself. He should be happy, right? The resort looked incredible. Comfortable and secure, anything he wanted brought to him on a silver platter, not to mention – no more being subjected to farts, sweat and bodily wastes every day. Since research into male growth serums had been banned, this surely was the next best life he could hope for. Only…

He’d spent the last two years, the entirety of his shrunken life, being looked after by Kaley. He knew her. He trusted her. He’d seen the kindness she extended to his shrunken kind first-hand. The idea of going to this unknown place, put in the care of these strange new women… what if it was all a scam, and these “carers” were sadistic, cruel giantesses looking to torment unsuspecting men?

His heart beating rapidly, he looked up at Kaley. “Can’t I just stay here?”

“What?” She blinked. A blush crept into her cheeks. “What do you mean?”

“I’d prefer to stay. Here. With you.” He scratched his head. “Please?”

For a moment his owner appeared lost for words. “I – I don’t…” She exhaled. “That’s very sweet, Max. But you know how busy I am with work. I can’t just lock you in a cage at home for eighteen hours a day, the only way I can keep you safe is by taking you with me everywhere.”

“That’s fine.”

“And you remember the company policy?” She arched an eyebrow. “The only males allowed in this building are employees. You’d need to keep working as my assistant in perpetuity, experimenting with new giantess equipment every day. Even when we’re not testing, you know I have to keep you in my butt, or chest, or wherever else, just for your own safety.”

That was a harder bullet to swallow, but even so. “I understand.”

Kaley‘s lips parted slightly. Her hazel-brown eyes gazed deeply into his. “You’d really trade a life of luxury for one of farts, sweat and stink… just to stay with me?” She asked, her voice soft as silk.

Max just nodded.

The blonde giantess smiled. Then she burst into a fit of giggles. “Well, if that’s what you want, who am I to say no?”

The wave of relief that crashed over him was so intense, it almost knocked him off his feet. He staggered forward a few steps, until Kaley reached down to pick him up; she ran her thumb gently over his head and hugged him into her shoulder.

“You should know,” she warned. “I’m going to be testing that compound all afternoon, and I’m having spicy tuna rolls for lunch.” Her stomach groaned. “Ooh. In fact, if we’re doing this I’d prefer to get you down there now. No sense missing out on valuable data.”

Max winced, but this was no less than he’d signed up for. “Sure thing,” he resigned himself.

She held him out for a last look before returning him to the back of her panties.

“I look forward to continuing to work with you, Mr. Calhoun,” she said with a wry smile.

He grinned wearily back. “As do I, Dr. Piper.”

As Max slid down into his Panty Pocket, and the familiar ripe stench of Kaley’s backside, he was filled with a sense of contentment. Not just for himself, and the warmth and comfort of being surrounded by his owner; but for all the other tinies they were saving. To think, just by doing something as simple as smelling a fart, he was helping improve the lives of millions of shrunken men worldwide.

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The gas was hot, wet, and stank like boiled spinach. But he gulped it down eagerly, knowing together with Kaley, he was building a better tomorrow.