Storm Clouds Above... Shrunken First Semester chapter 18 by VirtualFootprint and maximally

“I… choose…” Max grit his teeth. Sweat beaded on his forehead while his heart pounded in his chest. And finally, after summoning every last ounce of willpower that remained to him, he spat out a single word. “...Kaley.”

The effect on both girls was immediate. Behind him he heard Kaley give a delighted gasp, while above he could see every trace of amusement vanish instantly from Kali’s face. “Excuse me?” She snarled. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Max opened his mouth, then closed it again. He shook his head. He didn’t know if he had the strength to repeat himself, what word might come out if he forced himself to try.

Kaley came to his rescue. “He chose me,” she said, scooping a hand around him protectively. “We both heard him.”

Kali’s black lips twisted in fury. “You might want to think about this, bug,” she hissed. “I mean, really, really think about what you’re doing here. Everything you’re giving up. Remember all those special little experiences? The ones literally only I can provide?” She leaned to one side, grinding her ass into the seat of her chair as she emphasised the words.

Max whimpered, his cock twitching involuntarily, but Kaley spoke up for him again. “Look, he’s made his decision. We both agreed there wouldn’t be any arguing about the outcome. At this point you’re just being a sore loser.”

For a moment Kali was so angry she seemed unable to speak. Then she slammed both hands down onto the table, hard enough to knock Max off balance, and shoved herself to her feet.

“Fine. We don’t need you now anyway. You’re the one who needs me. You want to spend the rest of your life a shivering junkie, desperately craving a fix that’ll never come? Be my guest.” She forced a vicious looking grin onto her face. “Just so you know, I’m about to go hit up a Mexican buffet. I’m gonna gorge on refried beans, extra-cheesy nachos and five-layer burritos until my stomach is ready to burst, and then I’m gonna spend the next two days turning the Juno bathrooms into a nuclear fallout zone. I’ll probably break my all time fart record. Shame you won’t be there to see it.” With that, the Indian amazon stormed past them both. “Later, bitches. Enjoy the withdrawal.”

Kaley grimaced as she watched her leave. “What on earth was that about?” She asked. Then she shook her head, turning her attention back to Max. “Anyway. I’m just glad you’re okay,” she smiled. “I was worrying about you all week. Who knows what those creepy Junos get up to in that lab of theirs? But you’re safe with me now.”

Max didn’t respond. All of a sudden he was very uncertain. “This was the right choice… right?” He felt tired, and confused, and a little sick. And hungry, so hungry for Kali’s gas, which now he’d never get to swallow ever again. “Why… why would it have been so bad to choose her, again?” He couldn’t remember.

“Hey, are you feeling okay? You don’t look so good.”

A harsh knocking at the window beside them made both of them look up. Kali was stood outside, glaring at them. She turned around and yanked down her leather pants, then smushed her gigantic brown ass up against the glass, smearing her cheeks flat against its surface.

FFFFBRBRRRRUUBBTBBBT

The enormous goth ripped a massive, thundering fart so powerful it rattled the window in its pane. Little droplets of sweat spattered the glass, and the area around her butt fogged up like someone’s breath, though it almost seemed a sickly pale green colour. Then with a final shake of her hips Kali hiked up her pants, gave them both the finger, and stomped off toward the college.

“Seriously, what is wrong with that woman?” Kaley muttered. Then she looked down. “Huh? Max?”

Max was staggering fast across the table, arms grasping out toward the window. Just the sight of Kali’s cheeks rippling against the glass had been enough to make him cum in his pants twice already, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to press his face into that greasy smear she’d left and suck up her stink. He needed her farts, needed to fill his lungs with her scent, to choke on it.

“Max? Max!” Kaley grabbed him before he could fall off the table and held him up to her face. “Something’s not right. This isn’t normal.” Her hazel-brown eyes were wide with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Please,” he croaked, wriggling weakly in her grip. “I need to sniff, I have to… can’t…”

The giant blonde looked at the window he was reaching for, then back to him. “Kali said something about withdrawal,” she murmured. “And she’s had you in a lab for the past week… Max, listen to me. This is important. Did she do something to you?”

Max could barely string two thoughts together at this point. But a series of images floated through his brain: of a bright pink serum, a metal tube fastened to his cock, a room full of goths laughing as he failed to hold back an erection. “Yes,” he finally managed. “I think… she gave me a… medicine, to get me addicted. To her f-farts.”

Kaley’s lips parted in horror. “That evil…” She put a hand over her mouth. “Okay. Listen. The important thing is you’re safe with me now. I’m going to get you back to my room, and I promise - I promise, okay? -  I’ll reverse whatever it is she’s done to you.”

“Please, I need... gas!”

“W-well, I, um,” Kaley blushed bright red. “I guess I’ll put you in my butt for the ride home, and, uh. See what I can do.”

With that she reached back and dropped him quickly but carefully down the back of her jeans. Max slid a short distance down the fabric of her panties until he came to a rest, wedged comfortably in the base of her crack. It was a lot softer here compared to the vice-like pressure of Kali’s twin boulders. It was far cleaner too – while there was no disguising her natural anal musk, mostly the air smelled of lavender and warm vanilla body lotion. At least, until she farted.

PUFFFFFTTTFFFFFFFFF

Reflexively, Max leaned into the hot rush of gas to inhale as deeply as he could – and immediately gagged. Not because it stank. It did, though the scent was like a bouquet of flowers compared to even the tamest toot Kali could unleash. He gagged because it was wrong. It wasn’t the stink his brain had been programmed to crave, and his body rejected it. He squirmed pathetically in Kaley’s ass, convulsing with each new cheesy breath.

The journey back to the Minerva dorms was a new form of torture for Max, as with every passing second his need to feed his addiction grew, and he had only pale imitations to feed it with. By the time Kaley pulled him out from her crack again his whole body was shaking and a cold sweat had broken out on his forehead.

“Well, here we are,” Kaley announced. She sounded almost nervous. “Home sweet home.”

Only a week had passed since Max’s kidnapping, but her room had changed considerably in that time. An array of complicated looking lab equipment now occupied the half of the room by her computer desk, while the rest resembled a garage floor, with multiple engineering projects – tools to be used on tinies – in various states of completion.

“See, I wasn’t just sat around waiting for you to come back.” Kaley gave him a tour of the new layout from the palm of her hand. “I got permission from Veronica to borrow equipment from the Minerva House labs. They’re the most advanced on campus, you know. We’ll be able to work so much more efficiently now. Oh, and see here, I’ve been working on this since Monday…"

Max let her chatter on for a while, registering maybe every word in three. He was starting to feel less fuzzy now, his thoughts becoming clearer the more time he spent away from Kali. But he wasn’t sure that was a good thing. It only heightened his awareness of how desperately addicted he still was.

“Oh, and look! I upgraded your room while you were gone, too.” She held him up to the glass of his old terrarium. “You’ve got proper blankets and pillows now, not just my old clothes. Plus I got you your own phone so you don’t have to borrow mine. Um, and there’s some weights here in case you wanted to exercise… I thought about putting in a wheel, but then I worried that was a little demeaning. Because you’re not a hamster. Obviously. Sorry, I thought – I mean, I didn’t think –”

“Kaley,” Max interrupted, gritting his teeth. He didn’t care about any of this right now. Only one thing really mattered. “Please, I need… to sniff…”

The gigantic blonde blushed again. “R-right. Hang on a second, I think I’ve got another one. Gosh, if I’d known, I’d have had a bigger breakfast…”

She lowered him down below her waist, cupping him in the cleft of her jean-clad ass, and strained.

BBRRPPP

Once again, Max’s well-trained instincts compelled him to flare his nostrils and suck up as much of the gas as possible. It was worse than before. Whether because his withdrawal was growing worse by the second, or because Kaley had pushed extra hard to squeeze it out, the fart was like smelly brown poison injected straight up his nose.

“No!” He screamed, frantically attempting to free himself from Kaley’s fingers.

“Woah! Stop that, you’re going to fall!” She tightened her grip, raising him up to her worried face. “Okay, priorities. I’m going to find out exactly what she did to you.”

She deposited him in a glass chamber by her desk which sealed around him with a hiss. The machine hummed to life, and various instruments extended to record his height, weight, temperature, reflexes. A swab took a sample of his DNA and fed it into an analyzer. Kaley leaned in close to her computer screen, frowning.

“These readings are insane,” she muttered. “There are three different compounds at work inside you, all targeting your protein strands. One of them is already bonded to the original shrink serum. Your entire cell structure is destabilised… whatever they gave to you, it’s dangerous. And complicated.” She sat back in her chair and looked at him. “It’s going to be weeks before I can even unpack what this addiction ‘medicine’ of theirs did. Let alone start working on a cure. I’m sorry.”

Max slumped to his knees. “Weeks.” He didn’t have weeks in him. He wasn’t sure he had another five minutes. A crushing wave of fear and regret washed over him. And then a grim realisation. “You have to take me back.”

“What?”

“Take me back to Kali,” he repeated. “She was right, I need her. I’m too weak. I can’t survive without her farts. Just bring me back, please. I… I made the wrong choice.”

The giantess gave him a look of pity. “But, I told you. Your DNA is unstable. If you go back, your condition will only worsen.”

“I don’t care.”

“You need to let me help you. It’s going to be a rough road ahead, I know, and I’m so sorry. But the best thing for you right now –”

“I don’t care!” Max slapped the side of the glass. His hands were trembling. He felt sick, and scared. “And neither do you! You just want your guinea pig back for testing, right? Stop pretending! If you really care about making me happy, just take me back to Kali where I belong!”

“No, Max.”

“Take me back!”

She looked at him, so sadly. “It must have been hard. Almost impossible, I bet, resisting the urge to choose her in the moment. That witch did everything she could to break your spirit. But when it mattered most you held strong. I’m not going to let your strength go to waste.” She put a fingertip to the glass, over his palm. “You’ve done amazingly. Just try to rest now, and leave everything else to me. It’s going to be a terrible next few months… but I promise, there’s a light at the end of this tunnel.”