“Let’s have the little guy decide who keeps him.”
Of all the things she could’ve suggested, Max would never have expected that. For a moment he wondered if he’d even heard her correctly. Twisting in the Indian amazon’s grip, he turned to see a similar look of confusion on Kaley’s face.
“What?”
“Just what I said. We’ll let the bug choose.” Kali shook him in her fist. “Although since you already had him for a week, I should get him for the same amount of time first. Then afterwards he can decide who he prefers to live with. That’s only fair, right?”
Kaley squinted, searching for some trickery. “But you’ll hurt him.”
“Relax, I’ll be careful not to play too rough. He’s pretty resistant to damage anyway, as I’m sure you noticed. He’ll spend a few days here with me, I’ll bring him along to our meet up safe and sound, and if by the end of it he still wants to leave I’ll let him go, simple as that.” Kali waited a few seconds, tapping her foot impatiently. “Well? We got a deal?”
The younger girl clearly still had concerns, but no other real options. “...fine.” She reluctantly agreed. Looking down at Max, her hazel eyes softened, and she reached out a finger to gently brush his hair. “I’m sorry, Max. We’ll see each other again real soon, okay? I promise.”
“Kaley…” he whimpered.
“Great. See you in a week, scrub. I’ll text you the details.” With one hand she effortlessly shoved Kaley backward and slammed the door in her face.
In the sudden quiet the lab already seemed colder and darker. Kali lifted Max up to her eye level, and he watched her black lips curl in a predatory grin. “Looks like it’s just you and me again, bug.”
He barely had time to gulp before Kali whirled around and dropped him on top of one of the lab tables, beside a computer and a set of test tubes. Then she immediately strode off, stomping around the room opening cabinets and collecting equipment.
Eventually she came back in front of him carrying a syringe, a little plastic bowl and a beaker filled with a bright pink liquid. She siphoned a few drops into the bowl and slid it over to him. “Drink this.”
He looked down at the unknown mixture uncertainly. “What is it?”
“It’s do what the fuck I tell you juice.” She glared at him. “You can drink it, or I can just dunk you in the beaker upside down. Your call.”
Max drank it. The bowl was small, the size of a quarter maybe, but at his height it required both hands to lift up to his mouth. The liquid itself was thick and cold, and surprisingly sweet – almost like a strawberry milkshake. He drained the entire bowl in one go, after about a minute of continuously gulping it down.
When he lowered it again, he found he was no longer facing Kali’s exposed midriff. She’d turned around, pulled down her pants and parked her ass on the edge of the table, using both hands to spread her cheeks apart.
“Oh,” he thought.
PPPPPRPRRRRRRRRUUUUUUFFFFFFFFFF
The shit-scented explosion blasted Max off his feet, sending him sliding backwards along the table as he choked on the stench of rotting meats and cheeses. He climbed to his knees, still suffocating in the noxious cloud, and saw Kali smirking at him through the haze.
“Decent. That ought to kick things off,” he heard her say. “Don’t forget your lessons. Breathe deep. Show appreciation.”
Max tried his best, taking a long, deep sniff of the swirling gas. He knew he had to keep her happy. But he was unable to stand the stink without doubling over, coughing and retching. It was just too pungent. “I’m sorry, mistress!” He gagged. “I’m trying, I – I swear, I’m very appreciative!”
“Don’t worry about it,” she replied, strangely accommodating. “It really only takes one good whiff to trigger the reaction. Your transformation has already begun.”
“Reaction? Transformation?” As the haze lifted, a sinking feeling stirred in the pit of Max’s stomach. He looked at the empty bowl, then up at Kali’s smug, sadistic smile. “What did you do to me?” He asked fearfully.
The goth grinned. “Crazy stuff, this compound.” She tapped the side of the beaker with one long dark nail. “It signals the pleasure centres of a tiny’s brain to react to the next sensation to trigger a simultaneous olfactory and disgust response, and forms a bond that strengthens with each repeated dose. In other words, it gives you a fetish for the next thing you find smelly.”
He blinked slowly, processing that. “It... gives you a fart fetish?” He asked. “But why?”
“We figured it might keep tinies quieter while we experiment on them. Easier to work with willing subjects than if they’re constantly trying to escape, was the idea. There’ll probably be some commercial value down the line too. Thing is, this compound is actually considered a failure. We ran into an issue a few months back that forced us to shelve the project. You know what the problem was?” Her red eyes flashed. “It’s too effective. Every tiny we used it on ended up getting more and more addicted, to the point it broke their puny little brains. It’s also pretty unstable, had a few nasty side effects in the long term. But for a week or so you should be fine.”
Max’s eyes widened in horror as the implications set in.
“Figuring it out, bug?” Kali chuckled. “I’ll spell it out for you just in case. Your brain is now primed to respond to my gas, and my gas only. You probably don’t feel much now, but with every sniff that pleasure response will get a little stronger, and you’ll get a little more hungry for the next dose. By this time next week you’ll be salivating at the mere thought of locking lips with my shitter. Then we’ll go to this meet up… and your precious previous owner is going to watch you willingly pick a life of farts and stink with me, over smiles and hugs with little miss perfect.” She gave a vicious laugh. “Damn, I can’t wait to see the look on her face!”
Max was in full on panic mode. He turned and sprinted down the table, no plan in mind – he just knew he had to get away before this monster corrupted his brain. She scooped him up before he’d made it even a quarter of the way, dangling him in the air by his foot.
“Where do you think you’re going?” She mocked. “We’ve got work to do. Since the research team are dragging their feet, I think I’ll pop you in the oven to bake a while. Got some greasy farts brewing with your name on them.”
“Mistress, please!” He begged. “Don’t do this!”
“Don’t worry, you’ll learn to love them. In fact, you won’t have a choice.”
With that she dropped him, still kicking and flailing, into the hot, steaming abyss of her unwashed crack. He slid easily between her sweat-coated cheeks until finally becoming wedged in the deepest part of her butt, inches from her reeking hole. Then for good measure, Kali grabbed her leather pants and yanked them up in a wedgie, pushing Max deeper and tightening the already enormous pressure between her boulders.
“Oh god!” He retched. It was even worse than before, during the walk over. The stink of her last fart still polluted the air, trapped between her cheeks. But now there was a worse smell, the filth from her last dump still smeared on and around her anus. Every breath was torture.
Then, as promised, she let rip.
BBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAARRRRTT
Max screamed as the hot rank blast battered his tiny body, then fell into a coughing fit when the toxic stench poured down his open throat. It was so much worse taking her gas at point blank range. Her rancid anal air was all he could taste, all he could smell – it was everywhere, inescapable, so thick and foul it made his stomach turn. He couldn’t tell if the tears in his eyes were from the searing winds rushing past, or from the sheer stink of onion in the air.
And the worst part of all, was the faint but unmistakable tingle of pleasure he felt stirring deep inside.