Max's Choice Shrunken First Semester chapter 17 by VirtualFootprint and maximally

Max stood on the surface of a lab bench, shivering in the cold and shielding his eyes from the bright light above. Five shadows surrounded him. “The Juno research team,” said a voice inside, and then, “I want another fart.”

An entire night spent in Kali’s ass had done a number on his brain. He’d been right at his limit just after completing the full day – cruelly doubling the length of his final session at the last second left him with no chance whatsoever. He’d broken in a matter of minutes. And for the last several hours, he’d been the goth’s mindless, unresisting, milk-producing machine, just the way Kali wanted him.

Only now she’d taken him out. He sniffed at the air hungrily, eager for another rancid blast to stimulate his cock, but none came. So instead he tried to focus on what the giantesses in front of him were saying.

“...more than enough.”

“But are you sure the conditioning was sufficient? A week isn’t much time, compared to the others.”

“The others didn’t get to enjoy my personal attention,” Kali chuckled. “He’s been huffing my raw butt funk for almost 24 hours straight now. Trust me, his eggs are well and truly scrambled.”

“They’re talking about me,” Max realised, growing excited at the mention of ‘butt funk’.

The girls took notice. “Ugh, look. The pervert can barely restrain himself,” said Vanessa.

“Perhaps this would be a good chance to demonstrate his progress?” Alexandra suggested.

“Sure.” Kali agreed. She leaned down toward Max, her heavy breasts resting on the edge of the table before him. “How’s it going, bug? Feeling satisfied? I told you you’d learn to love my stink.” Her black lips twisted in a smirk. “You haven’t eaten all week, right? I bet by now you’re pretty hungry. Tell you what, I’ll get you something.”

Kali reached for a container on a nearby shelf and removed the lid. “Got a rare treat for you,” she declared, producing a small foil wrap. “A custom-made tiny burger. Not just little pieces torn off of a regular burger and slapped together, but actual ingredients measured out and cooked to scale for a tiny consumer. There’s even a few teeny little fries.”

She set the foil down on the table and unwrapped it, and at once a delicious aroma of beef and cheese filled the air. To Max, starving from days without food and from being drained constantly, the scent was heavenly. Stomach rumbling, he reached forward.

But Kali wasn’t done. “So you can have that, or,” she held up his other option. “This soggy piece of lettuce from Heather’s salad. She spat it out trying to talk with her mouth full, then it fell into her cleavage. It’s completely drenched in saliva and tit sweat. But, if you choose this one, I’ll freshen it up with a tasty fart so you can savour –”

“The lettuce!” Max interrupted, his voice strained and desperate. “Please, mistress – the lettuce with the fart! With the fart!”

The girls all laughed at that, while Kali grinned viciously. “Whatever you say.” She reached back, holding the lettuce below her crotch where Max could see it, and grunted.

BBBBRRRRAAAAPPPP

A bassy chainsaw fart pummelled the shred of salad, drops of liquid flying off behind it. Once it was thoroughly ‘seasoned’, the goth threw it down in front of him, landing with a splat at his feet. It was little more than green mush at this point. But Max dived into it, shovelling the rancid meal into his mouth.

“Ugh, no...” It was so rancid, the texture alone enough to make him sick – slimy from Heather’s tit sweat and sticky from her spit. The taste was so bad he could barely keep it down, but the traces of Kali’s fart wafting from the pile kept him eagerly slurping down more. He craved her pungent gas. He needed it.

Above the research team watched with fascination, while Kali chuckled smugly. “Like I said, the bug can’t help himself.” She tossed his custom-made burger into her mouth and devoured it with a single swallow. “If it’s between something that’s actually good for him and my gas, he’ll choose my gas every time. He’ll make the same choice later today, just wait.”

Heather nodded. “Although, even if he did choose the Minerva –”

“He won’t,” said Kali, irritated.

“Just playing devil’s advocate,” she replied. “If he chose her, it wouldn’t be a problem, right? We have plenty of serum now.”

“Indeed.” Alexandra smiled. “Our diligent little worker has given us enough to create a dozen more tinies. Soon we’ll have a full factory crew producing it en-mass.”

“And then we can finally start the plan!” Ophelia added eagerly.

“Right. For now though, I’m gonna go get the bug ready.” Kali said, picking Max up again. “He’s got a big date with a pretty girl. He needs to be looking his best when he breaks her heart.”

*

The meeting place was a coffee shop on the outskirts of Ventus campus that rarely drew many customers, even during the morning rush. Kali arrived just after nine with Max in her fist, clutching him tight as she looked in through the window.

“The nerd is here already,” Kali muttered. “Good, she chose a seat at the back. We don’t want anyone poking their noses in on us, do we?”

“No, mistress,” Max replied, not really understanding. “Can I have a fart now? Please?”

“No you can’t,” the goth snapped. “I told you, bug. We’re putting on a show for your former owner. What was the point of washing you clean and getting you all dressed up if you go in there stinking of shit anyway? Just keep quiet in there, pick me when the time comes, and afterwards you can spend the entire rest of the day snorting my butthole. Sound good?”

“Yes mistress!” He nodded eagerly. Kali smiled darkly, and they went inside.

As he swayed in her grip, Max struggled to remember where he was and what they were doing. It was hard to focus on anything other than his burning desire to fill his lungs with Kali’s ass-gas. Back at the lab she’d spent ages scrubbing her lovely scent off him, and removed the tube from his cock, all while repeating that he needed to choose her. “Choose Kali.” But that was obvious, wasn’t it? Of course he’d choose her smothering, putrid stink, over anything else. God, he wanted another fart.

They came to a table at the back of the room. Kali set him down on a coaster while she took her seat. He continued staring vacantly up at her until she glanced down.

“Wrong way, dumbass,” she said, prodding his shoulder. Max turned around. And suddenly all the memories came flooding back.

“Max!” Kaley exclaimed, beaming from ear to ear. “It’s so good to see you!”

The 19 year old blonde was a sight he hadn’t known how badly he was missing. Hers was the first genuinely warm smile he’d seen all week – no mockery or sultry desire behind it, just sincere relief that he was okay. She’d straightened her hair, was wearing contacts instead of her usual glasses, and even had a little make-up on. It looked like she’d dressed for the occasion as well, wearing a tight sweater that accentuated her chest.

Kali noticed it too. “Planning to seduce him?” She grinned. “Oh man, this should be fun to watch.”

Kaley ignored her. She stared down at Max, reaching a finger gently toward him. “Are you okay? She didn’t do anything bad, right?”

“Uhmmuh,” he mumbled incoherently, stumbling. He was remembering everything, all the time he’d spent shrunken before Kali began conditioning him. When this kind, sweet girl was the one looking after him instead. It was a lot to process all at once.

“What’s wrong with him?” Kaley asked, concerned. “He seems… drunk, or something.”

“Nah, he’s fine. Probably just tired.” Kali stretched. “Me and Max had a little slumber party in the lab last night, so I doubt he got much sleep.”

“You kept him awake all night?”

“Please, he loved it. We had a great time together. In fact, I’ve been showing him a good time all week! I guess there are certain things you only get to experience living with a Juno.”

Kaley frowned. “Meaning?”

The goth flashed her teeth. “Just that maybe your little friend has more fun hanging out with me than reading books and doing homework, or whatever nerdy shit you Minerva’s get up to in your spare time.”

She reddened. “W-well, that’s for him to decide, isn’t it?”

“Damn right. Let’s get this over with.”

Max looked between the two girls as they sat up, adjusting in their chairs. The mood seemed to shift.

“Alright. Listen up, ‘Max’.” Said Kali. Somehow she made his own name sound like an insult. “It’s time to decide who you want to keep you. All we need is a name. ‘Kali’, or ‘Kaley’. Just say the word, and you’ll go home immediately with whoever you want. And since it’s of your own free will, there won’t be any arguing about the outcome, right?”

Kaley nodded. “Right.” She looked at him expectantly.

Max’s head was spinning. Suddenly the details of the past week were coming back to him, and the full weight of the decision he had to make hit him like a brick. Kali had agreed to let him choose who he stayed with, but rigged the game by conditioning him to associate pleasure with her gas. If he went with her… he’d quickly turn back into a mindless, fart-sniffing, endlessly cumming zombie, and eventually end up as a human butt-plug for Alexandra Ventus. A vision of two enormous, pale milf cheeks and the dark crevasse between them flashed through his mind, and he shuddered.

That should have made the decision obvious. Only one option kept him out of that reeking cave. “So – so I have to pick Kaley!” But... if he did that, he’d never get to smell another one of Kali’s –

BRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPP

Kali leaned to one side in her chair and pushed out a loud, bassy fart that vibrated noisily inside her leather pants.

“Ugh, seriously?” Kaley winced, fanning her nose.

“My bad,” The Indian amazon smiled smugly, folding her arms across her chest.

The stink rolled over Max in a foul, heavy wave. All the neurons in his brain fired off at once, overwhelming him with lust and greed. His cock strained inside the pants he was wearing, dribbling pre-cum. He breathed it in, as much as possible, deep, heavy sniffs of rotting meats and vegetables, and staggered forward helplessly towards the source.

“Max?” Asked Kaley, concerned. “What’s wrong?” She didn’t understand why this should be a difficult choice.

“Yeah Max, what’s wrong?” Kali repeated, though with a hint of annoyance in her tone. She didn’t like his hesitation either. “Give us the damn name already.”

He groaned pitifully. He knew what the right choice was. Only one of these women cared about his wellbeing. Only one of them would keep him safe, and comfortable, and do her best to reverse the damage that had been done to his mind. Only one of them offered any chance whatsoever of a happy ending.

But the conditioning was so strong. It was all he could do just to stop himself falling to his knees right here and begging Kali for fresh gas. In fact, with every passing moment he could feel his psyche crumbling, the importance of anything that wasn’t her stink fading into the background. Time was running out. He had to act now, or it’d be too late.

“Okay,” Max said, his voice hoarse and straining. This was it. The moment that would decide his fate, or seal it. Stink or safety. Farts or freedom. Kali or Kaley. “I choose...”