The Conquering Custodian Shrunken First Semester chapter 3 by maximally

 

“Oh… Fuck…” Max whimpered, feeling his whole body going rigid with pure, animal terror. It was Mina.

 

From Max’s newly diminished perspective, the dorm mother of House Proserpina looked like a walking fortress—six feet, five inches and 295 pounds of muscle, curves, and greying platinum blonde hair barely constrained by her dark blue head custodian's jumpsuit. Her huge, pale double-D breasts seemed one zipper failure from bursting free. She had to shift sideways to get her wide hips and powerful shoulders through the doorway. Watching her step into the room, black combat boots thudding against the floorboards, Max swallowed hard. He might as well have been a bug under a magnifying glass.

 

Mina stomped a few steps closer, her cold grey eyes sweeping the room like she was hunting for something to kill. She barely glanced at the disaster zone—filthy futon, bean bags, cabinets overflowing with junk. If she was disgusted, she didn’t show it. Years of being dorm mom to the nastiest house on campus had probably burned out her sense of horror. But then her gaze landed on the coffee table—and on Max, naked, shivering, and stranded like some pathetic castaway.

 

A slow, predatory smile crept across her chiseled face. “Well…” Mina’s voice was a gravelly rumble, totally devoid of warmth. “What do we have here?”

 

She swung the door shut behind her with a heavy, final click, then stomped over, looming above the coffee table. Her glare hit Max like a slap—like she was already pissed off about the mess she’d have to clean up because of him.

 

“Let me guess,” she said, crossing her massive arms. “One of your little buddies talked you into this? Or maybe you just didn’t watch your drink last night?” She snorted. “Don’t worry, you’re not the first. Won’t be the last, either.”

 

Max tried to stammer a denial, but only a squeak came out.

 

“You know what they do to guys like you in here?” Mina’s smile turned cruel. “Here’s a hint: half the shits I have to un-clog around here have little bones stuck in ‘em.”

 

Her words hit him like a bucket of ice water. Shock collided with dread as Max’s mind raced, desperate for anything to make this woman see him as more than another problem.

 

“I… you… " You’ve seen this before?” he finally managed to yell, his voice tinny and desperate.

 

“You’re the fifth one this semester,” Mina said, matter-of-factly. “Shrinking serum. Nasty bit of homebrew chemistry. Wouldn’t be surprised if one of my girls cooked it up. And before you ask, there’s no cute. This,” she gestured at his tiny form with a thick finger, “is you now. Permanently.”

 

The way she said it made Max flinch. No cure. Permanent. If she was telling the truth, then everything he’d ever been—a normal guy, with a future—was just gone. The room spun around him, and for a second, he thought he might black out.

 

“But… why?” Max could hear the emotion in his own voice. “Who would—?”

 

“Doesn’t matter.” Mina’s patience was clearly thinning. “What matters is you’re here. In my house. Creating a potential mess.” Her sharp eyes narrowed. “And I remember you. Gum wrapper. By the east stairwell in the Science Center. You think I forget a face?”

 

Max’s blood ran cold. She remembered. Of course, she remembered.

 

“I am at war with filth, little man.” Her voice dropped to a dangerous purr. “And you, right now, are unattended debris. Unclaimed property.” She leaned down, her immense chest nearly engulfing him. “So I’m taking you before someone else does.”

 

Before Max could react, a giant hand swooped down. Mina’s thick, work-rough fingers closed around him with terrifying ease, lifting him up so fast that it made his stomach drop. He struggled, pushing against her calloused palm, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. Suddenly, he was in the air, dangling helplessly, the ground dropping away beneath him.

 

Mina didn’t even look at him. With her free hand, she unzipped a vent in her jumpsuit strategically positioned right around the small of her back. Then, without ceremony, she brought her newest captive around to the crack of her enormous ass, where the dark blue fabric stretched tight over monumental curves.

 

“Time to go to work,” she grunted.

 

Max screamed as she mashed him, face-first, into the deep, sweaty canyon of her ass. Everything went dark, humid, and suffocating. The canvas of her jumpsuit scratched at his skin, but underneath, her flesh was all heat and pillowy muscle. The smell slammed into him—a mix of laundry soap and raw, musky, unmistakably female sweat. She shoved him in deeper, wedging him so tight he was smothered on every side. Panic and something else—something hot and humiliating—flooded through him. With one last wiggle of her hips, he was sealed in.

 

“Stay put.” Her voice was muffled but still legible. “You start making problems, and I’ll find somewhere way worse to put you.”

 

Pinned under her, Max fought to keep from totally losing it. He’d had plenty of fantasies about getting close to a girl’s butt, but nothing like this. Mina’s ass was a weapon, and he was stuck dead center in the blast zone. The only thing keeping him from being swallowed even deeper was a flimsy pair of panties, covered in stains he didn’t want to think about. Then he heard something—a rumble, almost like thunder, vibrating through the flesh around him. Max’s tiny heart froze.

 

“Oh, god, no…” he whimpered into the stifling darkness.

 

 

A rolling, drawn-out blast of gas erupted from Mina’s ass, making her jumpsuit and stained panties balloon out for a second. For Max, the sound was deafening, but the smell was even worse. It was hot, thick, and foul, filling the cramped space in an instant—a stench that reeked of last night’s cafeteria chili and her own gut. It was humid, suffocating, way worse than the sweat he’d been breathing in. Max gagged, eyes watering as the stink invaded his nose and mouth.

 

From above, a rich, gravelly chuckle vibrated through her body. “Whoops. Must’ve been those eggs.” She gave a little, deliberate clench, squeezing the last of the gas out around him with another little toot and making Max choke and sputter. “Hope you’re not claustrophobic, little man. The ventilation in there ain’t great.”

 

As Mina lumbered out of the common room, every step was a full-body experience for Max. The pressure never let up — a sweaty, muscular squeeze that left him dizzy and half-delirious — and the stink of her gas still hung in the hot, damp air, a nasty reminder of just how little she apparently thought of him. Somewhere beyond the layers of canvas and flesh, voices filtered in, muffled and far away.

 

“Mornin’, Mina,” a lethargic voice drawled—a male voice, strangely enough.

 

“Woods,” Mina’s voice rumbled, her body pausing. “I can practically smell your toilet from here. Clean it by tonight, or I’ll scrub it with your toothbrush.”

 

“Y-yeah, sure thing,” Lucky mumbled, his voice already fading as he shuffled away quickly.

 

The walking resumed. A few more steps, then another voice—higher, bubbly, yet somehow just as slovenly.

 

“Heya, Mina! You seen Hazel? She borrowed my, uh… ‘special’ gaming controller and I kinda need it back.” The voice was accompanied by a soft, wet-sounding belch.

 

“Lachance.” Mina’s tone was flat. “No. And if I find another one of your ‘special’ controllers crusted to the floor of a shower stall, you’re spending a week on toilet duty. With your tongue.”

 

“Eesh, tough crowd!” the girl giggled, completely unfazed. “Just askin’! Love the fit, by the way.” Her footsteps pattered away, the scent of cheap body spray and digestive distress lingering briefly before being overpowered by Mina’s own stark, clean scent.

 

A fresh wave of hopelessness washed over Max. These were his would-be rescuers? A stoned femboy and a belching party girl? He was so, so screwed.

 

Soon, he heard the distinct sound of a heavy key turning in a lock, followed by the creak of a door. The ambient noise of the dorm faded, replaced by a startling quiet. The air even smelled different—clean, with a hint of industrial lemon polish and something sharper, like antiseptic.

 

He heard the rustle of fabric, then the sound of Mina’s jumpsuit zipper being pulled down. Then, before he could process it, the immense pressure around him released.

 

“Home sweet home,” Mina chuckled, digging her thick fingers into the cleft of her ass and plucking Max out like a piece of lint.

 

Max gasped, blinking against the sudden glare of a plain, utilitarian room. He dangled in the air, still slick with Mina’s sweat, before she dropped him onto a huge, spotless metal desk. His legs buckled, and he nearly fell over as he looked up.

 

Mina loomed over him, the top of her jumpsuit hanging around her waist. Underneath, a tight white tank top clung to her massive chest and shoulders, revealing the outline of nipples the size of quarters. Her grey eyes were unreadable as she stared down, grabbing a wet wipe from her desk and scrubbing her fingers where they’d touched him.

 

“This is my office.” Her voice echoed in the sparse room. It contained the metal desk, a filing cabinet, a small, neat cot, and shelves lined with cleaning supplies and ominously unlabeled toolboxes. “It is the only clean room in this building. You will not dirty it.”

 

Max shivered, half from the cold, half from pure terror. “P-please,” he stammered. “You have to help me. I didn’t ask for this!”

 

“I know you didn’t.” She flicked the used wipe into a sealed bin and leaned in, planting her huge hands on the desk, boxing him in. “But here you are. Shrunk. In Proserpina. Just a piece of meat nobody’s claimed yet, in a kennel full of hungry bitches.” Her gaze was pitiless.

 

Max flinched, the memory of Mina’s description of toilet duty still fresh in his mind.

 

“I am the only law here,” Mina continued, straightening up to her full, imposing height. “So I am giving you a choice. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

 

“What’s the easy way?” Max whispered, a fragile thread of hope in his voice.

 

“The easy way,” Mina said, almost businesslike, “is you accept your new reality. You will do what I say when I say it, no ifs, ands, or buts. In return, you will be fed, sheltered, and your existence will have a semblance of order.” She crossed her arms, her biceps bulging. “It will not be the life you wanted. But it will be a life.”

 

“And… the hard way?” Max asked, though he dreaded the answer.

 

A cold, cruel smile touched Mina’s lips. “The hard way is I toss you back into the common room and let my girls have you.” She leaned down again, her voice dropping to a terrifying whisper. “Or I could save them the calories and just flush you down the toilet myself.”