Max climbed out of his panty cocoon and stepped up to the side of his enclosure, squinting through the glass at his approaching visitor. As she drew close enough for him to recognise, his eyes widened in surprise.
“Ophelia?”
“Hey, Max.”
The curvy shortstack goth paused in front of the terrarium, stood with her hands behind her back. At 4’9” she was a deal shorter than her fellow Junos, which made a refreshing change, even if she still towered over him. A black long-sleeve shirt was stretched across her sizeable bust, and her fat fishnetted ass was barely covered by an obscenely short skirt. She seemed to be fidgeting – he could see her backside jiggling from here.
She brushed her bangs out of her eyes, almost shy. “So, um. You doing okay?”
“...I’ve been better.” Max wasn’t sure how to react here. This was the person responsible for his entire tiny misadventure. Everything he’d been through, every rank fart, sweaty foot and abject humiliation he’d suffered could be traced back to Ophelia’s careless decision to spike him with shrinking serum. He wasn’t exactly her biggest fan. At the same time, he didn’t want to piss off the only member of the research team who showed the slightest concern for his wellbeing. “What are you doing here?”
“I just thought I’d check in on you. I brought food, if you’re hungry?”
At the mere mention of food, Max’s stomach gave a rumble. “I haven’t eaten all day,” he admitted.
She smiled. “Yeah, Kali was never great about feeding the subjects. I think the serum is supposed to help you survive longer without nourishment, but still. Here you go...”
Reaching into the terrarium, Ophelia sprinkled a handful of scraps of bread above him. Max hurried over to the closest crumb, but on approaching it a powerful odour made him pause. He wrinkled his nose and looked up. “Um… how were you carrying these?”
“Huh? Oh, well I had to smuggle it in. I’d be in trouble if anyone caught me with it, right?”
“Right. So obviously the best choice was to hide it in your ass.” Max sighed internally as he held up the soggy bread crumb, so drenched in buttsweat he could feel it dripping off onto his hand. The thought of willingly putting it in his mouth made him feel ill… but this might be the closest thing he’d get to real food all week. Reluctantly, he took a bite.
“Ugh.” Salty and sour, the bread had effectively absorbed the taste of Ophelia’s ass like a sponge. It felt like he was chewing her used toilet paper – especially because parts of it were streaked brown. He did his best to eat around those, but occasionally his tongue scraped something bitter, and he had to suppress a gag.
Ophelia had pulled a stool up to the bench, and she watched him as he ate. Laying her head on folded arms, she put herself at his eye-level. “I really am sorry, you know.” She mumbled.
Max paused and glanced at her through the glass. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She sighed. “I swear I didn’t know I was using some super-special secret formula. I thought I’d shrink you down for one night of fun, prove to my sisters I’m a worthy Juno, then turn you back to normal the next day, no harm done. I had no idea it’d be permanent. That it’d lead to all this.”
Max softened a little. He could tell from her voice she was being genuine. She wasn’t malicious, just a naive college student with a lot to prove. Maybe he could find it in him to forgive her.
She continued. “And then I found out that stuff Kali gave you was the old addiction compound, and I really started to feel bad.”
A chill ran down his spine. “Kali and Alexandra both mentioned side-effects.” He remembered. “Ophelia. What does this compound do to tinies in the long term?”
“It…” she hesitated. “Maybe it’s better if you don’t know.”
That was one of the least reassuring things she could have said. “Ophelia,” he repeated, weakly.
She stared at him a moment, then averted her eyes. “The subjects never hit their theorised addiction limit,” she explained. “They just got more and more dependent on their mistress’ gas with every fart. It reached the point where they stopped responding to anything else. They wouldn’t talk, or move, or even flinch if you faked out, like, sitting on them or whatever. They just stood there, frozen. Kali used to call them Buttsicles.”
“Of course she did.”
“There was one other thing they reacted to.” Ophelia went on. “Someone else’s farts. We think it triggered some kind of short-circuit in their brains because it was similar to the scent they were hooked on, but not the same. One whiff made them thrash around like crazy. Not much use for testing, but Kali came up with another way to use them. Commercially. Since they stayed rigid until you farted on them, then shook around a bunch, she said they were basically like gas-activated vibrators.”
Max listened to her story with a mounting sense of dread. “So all those former test subjects…”
Ophelia nodded. “Sold off to wealthy women around the world, as permanent, living butt-plugs.”
“No.” He shook his head. “No, no way. This can’t be real. That can’t be what’s going to happen to me.”
“Well, you probably won’t be sold off. Alexandra seemed more interested in keeping you for herself.”
“No!” Max jumped toward her, pressing himself against the glass. “Ophelia, please! You’ve got to do something – you can’t let me turn into a butt-plug!”
She shrank back, startled. “There’s nothing I can do. You already drank the compound.”
“You have to get me out of here!” His mind raced. “There’s this girl in House Minerva, my last owner. She’ll be able to do something. Reverse it. You just have to take me to her!”
“I… can’t.” The young goth bit her lip. “You’re too important to the project. If you went missing there’d be an investigation, then I’d get caught and kicked off the research team. Probably out of House Juno altogether.”
“So?! You’re nothing like the others here. You don’t belong in Juno anyway!”
That was the wrong thing to say. Ophelia forced a scowl onto her face, and tried to deepen her voice. “You’re wrong! S-stupid bug!”
She reached into the terrarium and grabbed Max, yanking him forcefully into the air. “Damn it, I meant that as a good thing," he thought. “Hold on a second!”
“I’ll show you who belongs in Juno,” she insisted. With Max in her grip, she reached down and wedged her hand as far as she could up inside her ass crack, lifting one leg to dig even deeper. Her open palm was cupped against the deepest cleft of her booty with Max inside it. He winced at the strong earthy smell as the strings of her fishnets pressed against his skin.
PPWAAARRRP
A high-pitched, airy toot filled the tiny air pocket in Ophelia’s hand, filling his lungs with a heavy aroma of eggs and sulfur. While not nearly as bad as Kali’s gas, the smell was far from pleasant – especially when she raised him up and quickly cupped her other hand around him, trapping him and her stink in a cage of clammy fingers.
“There!” She taunted. “Who’s a fake-Juno now, huh? I’m not just some stupid nepo-baby!”
When she lifted her hand again, Max was already on his knees looking up at her. “Please, Ophelia,” he begged. “You’re the only one in here who can help me. I need you.”
He saw her bright green eyes soften, and her indignant attitude evaporated. Still, whether that meant she would actually help him was another story.
“Well…” She said. “I...”