A week following Max’s sudden loss of stature, and subsequent sheltering under Kaley, the pair had settled into a routine of sorts.
Max’s days were split roughly fifty-fifty between work and leisure. He’d spend a few hours at a time smelling farts or sweaty feet for the benefit of Kaley’s research, but was also given periods to relax, most of which he spent sleeping or watching Netflix. Kaley, meanwhile, would use that downtime to develop new products or modify her existing prototypes.
The nights were similarly divided. Some Max spent in the comfort of his display case, using his owner’s old clothes as pillows, sheets and covers. On others he bunked with Kaley, sandwiched to one part of her body or another as a means to trial femdom equipment overnight.
Last night had been one such bonding session. Max had slept (or attempted to) smothered inside the giantess’ sweaty cleavage, being buried in boob flesh every time she turned in her sleep, and constantly having to wriggle his way to the surface to breach for air.
Now he was enjoying a well-earned morning off, sat in his enclosure breaking small pieces off of a frosted flake. That was, until he heard the footsteps of his owner approaching.
“Morning, Max!” She greeted brightly. “What are you watching?”
“Uh, nothing.” He paused his anime, oddly self-conscious. “What’s up?”
“I’m just letting you know that we’ll be heading out in a few minutes. There’s an engineering lecture I want to attend – I was thinking I’d take you in the Shoe Socket or the Panty Pocket, depending on your preference.”
“A lecture?” He sat up. “For how long?”
“Two hours. It’s on fluid mechanics in a dynamic system, super interesting stuff!”
Max decided he didn’t want to know what she was researching fluid mechanics for. He was more concerned with the two hour torture session ahead of him. “Kaley, we were testing all night…”
“Aww, I know. I’ll give you a longer break once we’re back, I promise.”
“But, I’m still kind of exhausted,” he protested. “And a-actually, I’m not feeling all that great. Like I’m getting a fever or something.”
“Really?” She reached down to put a finger on his forehead, though she ended up covering most of his face. “Hmm. You don’t feel that warm…”
He stared up at her, eyes wide.
“...but, I wouldn’t want you to overexert yourself.” She gave him a knowing smile. “Alright then. You stay here and rest up, okay? Like I said, I shouldn’t be too long.”
That was how Max earned himself an additional few hours of peace, alone in the privacy of Kaley’s dorm room. Part of him felt bad about his dishonesty, but it wasn’t as if it was a total lie. He was very tired. People got sick from overwork all the time. Plus, when he thought about how right now he might otherwise have been struggling to breathe through a mouth full of toe jam, he felt a lot better about his decision.
He crossed his arms behind his head and lay back in his display case, just staring at the ceiling. He was a little bored, to tell the truth. “Man, I miss video games.” He wondered if it would be possible to get a custom, tiny-sized controller. Maybe Kaley could build him one as a treat…
Just then he heard the sound of the door creaking open. Was she back already? That was fast. He thought he could hear her talking.
“...how fucking beige and bland this room is.”
“Well, that’s a Minerva for you, right?”
Max’s blood ran cold. There were two voices coming from the door, and neither were Kaley’s.
He threw himself into the pile of his owner’s clothes, burrowing into the mound and wriggling to the side facing the glass. Peeking through, he was able to watch from his hiding spot as two women entered the room.
To his surprise, and horror, he knew them both. “Junos.” The shorter girl was Ophelia Kidd, a curvy, bottom-heavy goth in fishnets and Doc Martens. He’d bumped into her a few times back when he used to attend classes… and recently somewhere else, now he thought about it, but he couldn’t remember where. From what he did recall she’d been nice enough, if a little naive.
Of far more concern was her companion: Kali Chandra, one of the most feared and respected women across the whole of Ventus. At 6’4” and almost 300 pounds she towered over her junior housemate, making her look practically a tiny herself. She wore an assortment of black leather clothing, a pentagram necklace, chain belt, and a look of simmering hostility on her tan face.
“So, this is the place?” Asked Kali, glancing about the room.
“Well. It’s a strong possibility,” Ophelia replied. She sounded nervous. “I used the… you-know-what when I was here last week. And apparently, one of the sophomores was acting strange in the common room the next day.”
Kali blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. “Whatever. Just get looking before the little nerd comes back.”
Max watched fearfully as the two Junos began surveying the room. “Are they looking for… me?” If so, he was in trouble. The place wasn’t exactly spacious; this search wouldn’t take long at all. He shrank back further into his hiding place, shrouding himself in the comfort of Kaley’s scent.
“Check it out,” Kali muttered, standing over the desk. “This girl’s been building shit.”
“I heard she’s an engineering student,” said Ophelia. “Maybe it’s a class project?”
“Maybe. Or maybe she needs equipment for her new tiny pet.”
“Ooh!” The smaller goth gasped. “That would make sense! Because my contact was saying she’d barely left her room this past week, even skipping classes. And also she said she could heard whispering sometimes, as if…” she trailed off, looking in Max’s direction. “As if… wait, what’s..?”
“No,” he despaired, but he was powerless to do anything but watch as Ophelia approached his shelter. She reached inside the case with growing curiosity, and before long her fingerless gloves were wrapping around his waist.
“Kali! Kali, I’ve got him!” She waved Max excitedly in the air. “I found him, look!”
The indian giantess sauntered toward them, a cruel smirk spreading slowly across her face. Her piercing red eyes bore deeply into Max’s, shining with malice. “Well, well.” She chuckled. “Max Calhoun. You’re a hard man to find.”
“W-what are you people doing here?” He demanded, squirming furiously in Ophelia’s grip. “You’re stealing! Breaking and entering! I’m reporting you to the – ack.”
His protests were cut off as Kali snatched him out of her junior’s hands and squeezed him tight. “Who the fuck are you talking to, bug?” She asked. Her smile had vanished. “You think you can threaten me?”
The world lurched as Max was rocketed around to the back of Kali’s leather pants, so fast it made his head spin. Though not as much as what came next.
PPRPPRRRRRAAAARRRRRPPP
Her fart thundered around him, poisoning the air like some shit-scented chemical weapon. As she rubbed him up and down into the seat of her pants he could only gag and moan pathetically, the stench unbearable even through two layers of clothing.
When she eventually raised him back to her face he was much more subdued. “Pay attention, bug.” She warned. “Your only job right now is to listen. You don’t speak unless it’s to answer a question. Understand?”
He nodded meekly.
“Better.” Kali sneered. “First, let me correct you. We’re not here to steal. We’re just reclaiming lost property.” She jerked a thumb at Ophelia. “Remember her? You should. You were at a party here together about a week ago.”
Max glanced at the younger goth, who for some reason was looking bashful. So that was where he’d seen her.
“Ophelia here took it on herself to find some unsuspecting prey at that party,” Kali continued. “For that I don’t blame her. Nothing wrong with wanting to put a fresh bug in his place. Where she fucked up, is that she took one of our newest compounds from the lab to get the job done. A very special, very expensive, very hard-to-replace serum. I want it back.”
At the word “serum”, understanding clicked in Max’s brain. He turned back to Ophelia, jaw dropping in horror. “It was you! You’re the one who shrunk me!”
A look of what might have been shame crossed her face, but Max didn’t have long to register it. Kali squeezed tight again, shaking him in her fist. “Are you stupid, bug? What did I just fucking say about talking?”
Once more he was whisked down south – but this time he didn’t stop in front of Kali’s butt. Instead the indian titan reached up and under Ophelia’s mini-skirt, driving Max like a spear into the crack of the junior goth’s plump, fishnetted ass-crack.
“Whoa!” She jumped, just as surprised as he was. “What are you – ”
“Your turn,” Kali instructed. “Fart on him.”
“W-what? But – ”
“Fart! Come on, we don’t have all day.”
Ophelia was still a bit stunned, but forced herself to focus on the task at hand. Her gut grumbled with a nervous fart. Fortunately, she always had a little fuel in the tank.
PRRRFFFFFTTT
The gas was far weaker than Kali’s, both in stink and raw power, but it was still onion-flavoured torture in Max’s nostrils. Nor did it help when Kali began pushing his body deeper into the goth’s sweaty butt, twisting him from left to right like a human corkscrew.
After a minute or so to let him “enjoy” it, Kali wrenched him out with a pop. “Look at you,” she mocked, lifting him back up. “Little shrunken bug, stinking of shit and so drunk on gas you can barely think straight. Why didn’t you just follow my instructions?”
Max didn’t know if she wanted a response. He let out a low moan.
“Don’t worry. I already know what the problem is.” She gestured broadly around Kaley’s room. “Look at all this shit. Drinks, snacks, fresh air, your own cosy little enclosure. A fucking smartphone! Obviously, the pampered, sheltered little life you’ve been enjoying here has gone right to your head. You’re spoiled rotten. An undisciplined little bug who’s forgotten he’s only three inches tall. And the sad thing is, it’s all the fault of your terrible former owner.” Her eyes flashed. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
Max slowly looked up at her. He knew there would be consequences, but he still refused to say it. “No.”
Kali just laughed. “You’re in dire need of re-education, bug.” She said. “Lucky for you. I’m an excellent teacher.”