Resistance is Futile Shrunken First Semester chapter 18 by VirtualFootprint and maximally

“I… choose…” Max really tried. He fought as hard as possible to struggle against Kali’s will, but in the end it was impossible. The formula was just too strong. “...Kali,” he finished limply, shoulders sagging as the fight literally went out of him. He hung his head in shame, resigning himself to his fate.

He heard Kaley react first, behind him. “H-huh?” She stammered. The confusion in her voice was heartbreaking.

Kali grinned. “Ooh, I think she missed that. Can we get an encore?” She scooped Max up, dangling him by one leg above the table. “Louder, bug! Who do you want to go home with?”

“You, mistress!” Max shouted, flailing. “Kali! I choose Kali!”

“Well, there you have it.” The goth let him fall onto the table with a diminutive crash. “Sorry, kiddo, but fair’s fair. Looks like he’s staying with me.”

The Minerva seemed lost for words. She looked at Max, then up at Kali again. “But I – I don’t understand, I – he can’t –”

“What’s up, buttercup? Use your words.”

“Why?” She finally gasped. “Why would he choose you?”

Kali shrugged smugly. “Why wouldn’t he choose me?”

“Because you’re a cruel bully!” She replied, balling her hands into fists on the tabletop. “You stole him from my room. A-and your lab shrunk him in the first place! When I tried to take him back you threatened and tortured him, just to get a rise out of me. And you’re so… gross!” She hissed the word. “I can still taste that last rancid fart you ripped. It’s disgusting! There’s just no way he would pick you!”

“Wow.” Kali sat back, arms folded beneath her enormous chest. “You know, I’ve met some pretty big narcissists here at this college, but of all of them, I think you might be number one. You must think you’re pretty hot stuff, huh? What, you’re so amazing that he couldn’t possibly want to stay with anyone but you?”

“W-what?” Kaley had begun to blush bright red.

“Hate to break it to you, but you’re not that special. You’re a shrimpy little Minerva with a bad sense of fashion. And guess what? Your farts don’t smell like roses either.” She grinned. “It’s no wonder your boy toy is jumping at the first chance to get away from you. Honestly, I don’t know why you were so confident when you agreed to this.”

Kaley just shook her head. “I need to hear it from him.” She insisted. She brought her face down to the table, and lowered her voice to avoid hurting him. “Max?” She asked softly. “Talk to me, please. Is... this, really what you want?”

Max looked up slowly, full of shame. He knew how much this had to be hurting her. If he could explain, help her understand… but he didn’t really understand it himself. His mind was a blur, full of jumbled memories and raw, carnal desire. Only one thought burned clear in his head: that Kali’s farts stank, and he was desperate to sniff them.

“Yes,” he finally croaked. “I want this. I want her.” And he took a few clumsy steps toward his mistress.

“Ooh, man. That feels good,” Kali laughed. “Validating, you know? Like when the family cat chooses to sit on your lap over everyone else’s.”

Kaley just looked broken. “You’re awful,” she muttered.

“Hey, don’t be jealous. You’re welcome to come and visit Max in his new home any time you like, okay?” She leaned over in her seat and gave her ass a slap. “Just spread my cheeks wide, lean in and say hello. And don’t mind the smell!”

Kaley pushed herself up from her chair. She gave Max one last lingering look. “Goodbye, then,” she whispered. Then she turned, and walked out of his life forever.

Max watched her go, a great sadness welling up inside him. He felt awful for upsetting her. But it was more than that. There was a nasty sense of regret, almost fear, as though he’d just made a terrible mistake but couldn’t remember why. Even that was fading, though. With every passing second his lust for Kali’s farts grew, and everything else melted into the background.

“Damn, I thought for sure I could make her cry. Guess I owe Vanessa a buck,” Kali burped.

He looked up. “Wuh?”

The goth flexed her arms in a victory pose. “You did good though, bug. Well, you did okay. Choosing me was the important part, but what was with that hesitation, huh?” She picked him up and squeezed him between two fingers, squinting suspiciously. “Were you trying to disobey?”

“No, mistress!” He squeaked. “I was – I just – I don’t know! Can I have a fart now, please?”

That made her chuckle. “Sure. I’d say you deserve it.”

She picked him up and dropped him onto the seat of her chair, her thick round thighs spread to either side of him.

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The fart was intense. It easily would have blown him backwards onto the floor, if he hadn’t already been dragging himself like a zombie toward her crotch. Instead he took the full force of her rancid, rotten gas, stinking of spicy foods and spoiled milk. It was vile beyond belief, and it was everything he’d ever wanted.

Max came within the first few whiffs. But he kept running, slamming himself into her reeking leather pants, sniffing and humping mindlessly, all while trying to wedge himself in the tiny gap beneath her crotch and wiggle closer to her crack.

“Easy, tiger. Appreciate the enthusiasm, but there’s no point wasting good serum.” Kali scooped him up again and produced the metal tube that collected his releases. Ripping off his clothes and throwing them carelessly away, she sealed the device around his cock. “There. Now, ready to get back to work?”

“Yes mistress!” He shouted eagerly.

She sneered. “God. You don’t even know how fucked you are, do you? And if you did, you probably wouldn’t even care.” She leaned close, baring her sharp white teeth as she grinned. “You know that was your last chance, right? Is there even a little part of you left inside that registers what you’ve just signed yourself up for? This train only goes one way, bug. It’s the direct line to Alexandra Ventus’ asshole. A few months at most until your side effects kick in, and you’ll spend the rest of your life plugging up a goth milf’s anus, sniffing farts without even receiving any pleasure for it. Any thoughts on that? Some key insights on the consequences of chasing short-term rewards, and the benefits of delayed personal gratification?”

Max blinked slowly, struggling to focus. “Can I have another –”

“Fart, yeah, I know. Guess not.” Chuckling sadistically, she reached back to deposit him down the back of her panties. “See you then, bug. Have fun back there. While you can.”

Max slid down into the hot, foul pressure-cooker of Kali’s unwashed ass and began inhaling the putrid air greedily. He pressed his face against her greasy cheek to lick up her sweat, and got a mouthful of a dirty brown smear. If there was any trace of fear or doubt left in him, it vanished the instant that shitty flavour coated his tongue. The brain fog was descending, and he surrendered himself to it willingly, all thought, memory and sense of self fading away to nothing.

It was over. His fate was sealed. But just as Kali said, he was too far gone to care. Only one thing mattered to him any more. And from the low rumbling above, he could tell a big one was on its way.

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