Week of Hell Shrunken First Semester chapter 16 by VirtualFootprint and maximally

“I... can’t help you. Sorry.” Ophelia cast her eyes down. “Kali would find out. She always does. Then we’d both be in a world of shit.”

She returned him gently to his enclosure, setting him down beside the dirty panties he used for bedding. Max didn’t say anything. He just looked up at her, though the giantess deliberately avoided meeting his gaze.

“Um… I’ll try talking to Alexandra about going easy on you. A-and I’ll come back tomorrow night with more food. Okay?”

He didn’t reply.

She sighed. “Sorry, Max.” She straightened, turning to leave. “If it helps, try to remember you’re helping us make the world a better place.”

And then she was gone. Max was on his own again in the cold, dark lab. His last hope, the only goth in Juno who might’ve helped him – his only chance of escaping his grisly fate as a human butt-plug, had abandoned him. He was doomed.

“No,” he thought. He didn’t need her help, or anyone else’s. At the end of the week it would be his choice who he remained with. Kali was counting on him losing his mind to pleasure, but if he could just hold out for six more days…. if he could stay strong, resist the effects of the addiction compound and make the right choice, he had the power to save himself.

“Make the right choice,” he nodded, steeling himself. Kicking Kali’s dirty panties aside he marched to the other end of the tank, rejecting her warmth and stink. He’d sleep on the cold, hard floor instead. The discomfort would serve as a reminder he was choosing the difficult path now, so he could have a better future with Kaley. “I can do this,” he shivered, curling up in a ball to go to sleep.

But before the night was over, he found himself crawling back into the soft, smelly folds of her underwear.

*

Six days. Six more days, that was all he had to last. It didn’t sound too bad put like that. But every minute in Kali’s ass seemed to last an eternity.

BBBBRRRAAAAAPPPPPP

Max grimaced into the spicy ass-blast, clenching his eyes shut as his face was spattered with sweat. He willed himself to breathe slow and deep, fighting his natural instinct to panic and hyperventilate. Keeping calm would decelerate the effects of the addiction compound, he hoped, though it did also mean forcing himself to savour every pungent aroma of Kali’s digesting breakfast. “Eggs, beans, sausages… ugh. Smells like a full english.”

As he sniffed he felt his cock rising to the occasion, against his will. “No, damn it!” He tried to think of something else – the least sexy thing he could think of, in order to kill off his excitement. Naked old ladies was his first thought, but that ended up conjuring images of his step-grandmother Lupe, and that proved disturbingly to have the opposite effect.

Anime seemed to help. If he focused hard on his old favourite shows, replaying his favourite fights and ranking characters by strength in his head, he found it easier to ignore the hypnotising stench surrounding him.

But that only slowed the process. Kali’s farts seeped constantly into his brain, moulding him gradually into her submissive plaything. He didn’t know what state they would leave him in by the end of the week. “But I have to try,” he affirmed, bracing himself as her anus puckered up again.

The first two days were excruciatingly long, and agonizingly repetitive. The routine was largely the same. Kali took him out three times a day to take a dump, while Max sat on the toilet seat between her legs watching the brown avalanche. The rest of his time was spent entirely in her ass, sniffing her farts and trying his best not to enjoy it.

In the evening he was deposited in his terrarium, and Ophelia came with food smuggled between her cheeks. But on the second night she brought bad news.

“I think Kali’s starting to get suspicious,” she whispered, as Max gnawed on her farty, sweat-stained breadcrumbs. “She was asking about the lab entry logs. I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to come back again after this.”

“Great,” Max thought numbly. As if it wasn’t hard enough already.

On the third morning Kali came sauntering into the lab holding a paper cup and a straw. She took a long sip, staring at Max all the while, and smacked her lips with relish. “Breakfast smoothie, mixed with protein powder,” she declared. “Gotta tell you, this thing is fucking effective. My guts haven’t stopped churning for the past hour.” She lifted a leg to demonstrate.

BOOOORRRRRRFFFFF

A low, deep rumble echoed across the room, so powerful he swore it rattled the glass of his terrarium. He was, thankfully, too far away to smell it. But even so he found himself getting hard. Blushing crimson, he covered his erection and crossed his legs away from Kali.

“Is that for me?” She grinned. “Damn, from the sound alone, huh? That’s good progress.” She walked over to pick him up. “You’re coming along nicely, bug. Reckon I’ll have you shooting ropes by the end of the day.”

He didn’t even last till noon.

SSSBBBRRRRRRAAAATTTT

“N-no… uh…” Max’s entire body shuddered with excitement as one foul, wet blast finally tipped him over the edge. A moment’s lapse in concentration was all it took. His mind went blank, emptied of all his fears and anxieties… there was nothing but blissful pleasure, and the stink of shit surrounding him… he wanted it to last forever…

And then it was all over. In the post-nut clarity all his fears came flooding back, realisation setting in as his limp cock dribbled cum against the side of Kali’s cheek.

Kali must have felt it, because her hand reached immediately into her panties, searching for him. She dragged him squeaking into the light, and smiled sadistically when she saw the mess he’d made.

“Well, well.” She chuckled. “Someone’s having fun.”

“Seriously? That is so fucking nasty.” Came a higher-pitched voice. Vanessa was sat opposite Kali; the two girls were in the lab break room. “I know this was the plan, but. Ugh. Look. It’s all over his legs.”

“Suits me fine,” Kali muttered, wiping the fluid off Max’s thighs and into a tiny tube she had prepared. She bottled it up, then licked her fingers clean for good measure. “There. I’ll get that sent off to Hazel, and she can use it to make the sister formula. The preliminary work is already done, so we should have it by tomorrow.”

“Please,” Max interjected. “You have what you need now. Don’t put me back!”

Both girls just laughed. “Don’t worry so much, little bug,” said Kali, already lowering him down again. “Just relax. Enjoy yourself. It’ll be so much easier for you if you just give in.”

He came three more times that day. Despite fighting with all his will, forcing himself to remember that every orgasm brought him closer to his fate as a human butt-plug, the intoxicating stink of Kali’s bowels grew harder to resist with every fart.

By the time Kali’s hand appeared that evening to dump him in the terrarium for the night, he was well on his way to a fourth. And for the first time, he felt a powerful reluctance at being removed from her enormous booty. He wanted to stay.

“Shit,” he thought, curling up inside his panty bedding. “I’m only halfway there.”

*

On the fourth day Max was freed from Kali’s ass outside of the usual routine, not long following her third daily dump, and set down on a lab bench. Still fighting off the mind-numbing effects of her last greasy fart, he looked up in a daze at the three eldest members of the research team.

“There’s our little helper,” smiled Alexandra, tracing a line up and down her neck. “Look, he’s shivering, the poor thing. He needs to be kept somewhere warm.”

“Either that, or it’s withdrawal,” giggled Heather. “Has he learned to appreciate a good thing yet?”

Kali grunted. “He’s well on his way. Now, have you got the formula?”

Heather nodded happily, then stuck a hand into her cavernous cleavage. Her tits were so huge she had to rummage through them like a handbag, but eventually she found what she was looking for. With a sweaty pop, she pulled out a small glass vial. “Picked it up from Hazel earlier. You wouldn’t believe what she asked for as payment. Girl after my own heart!”

Kali took it from her, opened the lid and held it down to Max’s lips. “Drink.”

Max had learned by now to be sceptical of accepting drinks from a Juno. But he was too tired to resist, and too thirsty from drinking nothing but ass-sweat over the past few days besides. He accepted without a fight, swallowing the bitter liquid and grimacing as a tingling feeling spread out from his chest. “It tickles.”

“So, is he ready?” Asked Alexandra.

“Let’s find out.” Kali turned, aiming her ass toward him.

FFFFFFPPAAAAAAARRRFFF

Max groaned as he inhaled the rancid gas, and his cock rocketed upwards, earning him a round of laughter from the women watching. He grabbed his erection with both hands, trying to force it back down.

“Oh, how precious. He’s resisting,” Alexandra cooed.

“He just needs a more direct hit. Hang on.”

Kali yanked her pants and panties down, exposing her winking brown eye to the table, and let another blast rip. This time it was too much for Max to handle. His mind went blank, and his hips began to buck.

Heather scooped him up mid-orgasm. “Whoa, incoming! I got it.” She caught his release in another empty glass vial before dropping him carelessly back onto the lab bench. Then she slotted the vial into a chemical analyzer. All three women leaned in towards the computer screen as it evaluated his specimen.

Finally, Kali laughed. “Yup, that did it. The little bug is now a natural producer of our advanced shrinking serum.”

“Then the project is back on track!” Heather exclaimed.

“Excellent work, girls.” Said Alexandra. “Now, the first order of business is building up our supply. I want a healthy stockpile of this serum in case of any other unforeseen setbacks.”

“No worries there. I’m gonna get to work right away milking our one-man serum factory dry.”

Max let out a small whimper at that announcement, heard only by Alexandra behind him. “Don’t be frightened, little one,” the dorm mother soothed. “It won’t be long anyway before your… retirement.”

She punctuated her sentence with a long, quiet hissing fart, the sulfuric smell a pungent reminder of the dark fate awaiting him if he made the wrong choice.

True to her word, Kali spent the rest of the day blasting Max senseless with her gas. Rather than return him to her ass, which would have made collection difficult, she simply lay on her stomach on the break room sofa with Max stood in the gap between her legs. Heather was on standby beside him to gather the serum whenever he climaxed. A position she was happy to volunteer for, since it kept her up-close with Kali’s booty as well.

With the girls now working overtime to get him cumming as much as possible, Max noticed another terrifying change. His mind was slipping faster than ever. Unless he kept a tight hold on his thoughts he found himself getting lost in the haze of pleasure, actually enjoying Kali’s stink, caring about nothing beyond the next sniff. If he didn’t focus, he quickly forgot the gravity of his situation. And how long could he keep that focus up?

Thankfully they only continued for two hours or so before calling it a day. “Not the most elegant collection method, I know,” Kali grunted, pushing herself upright. “I contracted a Minerva a few days ago for a more efficient solution. Should be good to go by tomorrow morning.”

So it was. The "more efficient solution" proved to be a small metal tube that slotted over Max’s cock. Like a chastity device, only serving the exact opposite function. A belt slotted with empty glass vials fed into one side of the cylinder, like some kind of bizarre machine gun; filled vials could then be extracted out the other.

“Suits you,” Kali complimented mockingly, once the device was locked onto his groin. “Now we can collect the samples automatically. You’ll go back up my ass, where your only job will be to sniff and cum. I’ll remove the filled vials when I take you out for my dumps and replace the belt of empty ones. Otherwise, you just enjoy yourself, bug. Make lots of serum for us, and lose your tiny mind to pleasure.”

Max knew he needed to resist. But with only two days to go, he didn’t know how much strength was left in him.

*

The fifth day passed in a blur of endless farts and forced orgasms. With the tube attached Max was powerless to control his erections, or hold back a climax. Before long he stopped even trying. Her gas flooded his nostrils, he came, the tube whirred. At some point he began sniffing her asshole willingly, craving the next hit.

At the start of the week every second in Kali’s booty had felt like an hour, but now it seemed to be the opposite. Time for him now passed in a blur without meaning or conscious thought. He barely even registered being taken out while Kali reloaded the belt on his collection device, other than a feeling of disappointment he wasn’t between her cheeks, and relief when he was put back there.

In a few rare moments of lucidity he felt a surge of panic, the urge to crawl away… but only until the next greasy fart blew his hair back. Then there was only the blissful, rotten scent. He couldn’t remember why he was worried. It was so much easier simply to inhale. So much less stressful.

FBBBWWWWOORRRRRRTTTT

Night had fallen.

Max blinked slowly. Looking around, he found himself alone in the darkened lab. He felt fuzzy; it was hard to string a coherent thought together. He was in his terrarium… Kali had put him in for the night, clearly, but he had no idea when.

As the fog lifted, a feeling of dread settled in. The addiction compound – Kali’s farts – were sapping his will. He felt weakened suddenly, so tired he could barely stand. Hours of ejaculating non-stop had exhausted him, not to mention the lack of any real food in days.

And he still had another full day to go. The moment he inhaled another fart, he knew, the fog would return. He’d spend another full session mindlessly deepening his addiction to Kali’s stink, and there was no guarantee his senses would come back next time. Even now a part of him was craving more gas, fully aware of the consequences. “I’m going to choose Kali,” he realised, terrified.

He had to do something. Find a way to hold onto his mind the next time she put him back there. “Or else...”

The final morning arrived far too quickly. Kali entered the lab chewing a half-eaten breakfast burrito and headed straight for the terrarium. She didn’t even bother with her usual morning quip. The Indian amazon just picked him up, silently checked his collection tube, then shoved him in her crack for a fart she’d clearly been holding in a while.

BBBBRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP

The smell was foul, even by Kali’s standards. As the gas assaulted his nostrils Max fought with everything he had to resist its hypnotising effects. He couldn’t help orgasming – he was too hooked by now for that – but by focusing with all he had, he was able to avoid sinking into the fog of mindless pleasure.

But that was just one fart. He needed something more. Something to occupy his brain, or he’d never last the day. He tried thinking about anime again, but that was no good. His mind started to wander before even a few minutes passed, and he realised subconsciously he’d already begun sniffing at Kali’s butthole.

So instead he forced himself to remember what would happen if he didn’t get away from the malicious goth. He’d stay here in her ass, being milked daily and getting more and more hopelessly addicted to her nauseating odour. The side effects would set in: unresponsiveness, paralysis. “Buttsicle.” And finally he’d be handed over to Alexandra, to live out the rest of his days as a voluptuous goth milf’s human vibrator.

That was a truly terrifying prospect, and it helped him focus… for a while. But a voice inside kept telling him it wouldn’t be so bad. Wasn’t it nice, just lying here in endless bliss? Why shouldn’t he just keep enjoying himself? Sure, life in Alexandra’s colon might not be as pleasant, but that was a million years away. No point worrying now. And who knows, given time, he could learn to love that too.

Before he knew it, an hour and a dozen orgasms had passed.

“No!” He shook his head, grasping at what remained of his will. He needed something else. A motivation stronger than fear.

Images of his life with Kaley began to drift through his mind. Hot showers, a comfortable place to sleep. Food that hadn’t been tainted by farts and sweat. Cuddling up together to watch a movie – him nestled safely between her breasts, protected by her huge soft pillows. It was strange to think he’d only spent a week with her, and that less than a week ago. They felt like two different lifetimes.

Holding onto those warm memories Max was able to resist Kali’s hypnotic spell, just a little. They were like a shield that kept the brain fog at bay. It didn’t make her ass smell any better, or dampen the ecstasy of inhaling a long, wet fart. But he could think clearly. That was all he needed to be able to make the right choice.

Somehow, he made it to the end of the day. Max was pushed to his absolute limit fighting off the mind-control, until he was certain even one more fart would be enough to send him over the edge. But when Kali finally pulled him out, his wits were still intact. He’d done it. He’d conquered the Week of Hell!

“Congratulations, bug,” Kali grinned, lifting him up to her face. “You’ve graduated from Professor Chandra’s school of ass appreciation. Your reward is a lifetime of gulping down hot farts. Now all that’s left is to break the news to your previous owner. By this time tomorrow...”

She trailed off mid-sentence, suddenly frowning. She squinted, looking at him more closely.

“Kali?” Vanessa called from over by the door. “You coming?”

The Indian amazon took a moment to answer. “Change of plans,” she eventually announced. “I’m gonna spend the night here. Keep the bug company till morning.”

Max’s jaw dropped open in horror. “No!” He thought. “We were done!”

“Is something up?” Asked Vanessa.

“Probably nothing,” she muttered, “but I don’t like the look in his eye. I’m gonna keep him cooking overnight, so he’s nice and fresh for tomorrow’s meeting. You go on ahead, I’ll order a pizza or something.”

The younger goth shrugged. “Sounds good. Give him a fart from me.”

“Will do,” Kali replied. And just like that, she dropped Max flailing back into the steamy abyss of her crack.

Max despaired. “We were done…” In the blink of an eye, all his hopes were dashed. He’d been right at the finish line with his mind still his own, ready to declare that he wanted to stay with Kaley. Now instead of freedom from Kali’s booty he was facing an extension of twelve hours or more.

It was over. There was no way of telling what state he’d be left in by tomorrow morning. All he could do was brace himself for a long, smelly night.