End of the Road Shrunken First Semester chapter 19 by VirtualFootprint and maximally

Six months later...

Max awoke slowly from a long, hazy dream. It felt as though he’d been dreaming half his life. He couldn’t remember what it had been about, only that it was good, and he wanted to go back. He kept his eyes shut, frustrated. Why couldn’t he go back to sleep?

"It’s the smell", he soon realised. Or rather, the lack of one. The air around him was clean and fresh, and cold. It wasn’t the heavy, foul aroma he craved, the stink that dulled his senses and filled his mind with bliss. It wasn’t Kali’s ass. "Am I… outside?" Unhappily, he forced his eyes slowly open.

He was standing on a flat surface in an enormous white room that it took him a few moments to recognise as the House Juno laboratory. There was no sign of Kali, or anyone else. Max tried to look around, but found himself unable to move. "Why? Am I tied up? " With some effort he looked down and saw a number of sensors attached to his body, all feeding into a massive computer screen displaying readings he didn’t understand. "What’s going on? Why can’t I talk? Where’s Kali?" He began to panic.

Then he heard movement. “Hey, look who’s heartbeat just shot up,” came a familiar voice from behind. “Guess he’s awake.”

Relief flooded through him as his owner came striding into view. Though he’d never left her side, it was a long time since he’d actually seen her face – jet black hair with streaks of crimson, bright red contact lenses and sharp pointed teeth that flashed as she shot him a quick grin. She walked up to the computer, eyes flicking over the readings, and nodded.

“Yup. I think he’s ready.”

“Oh, you have no idea how glad I am to hear that.”

This second voice was slow, sultry, every word chosen with careful precision. Max couldn’t place it at first, but when that ridiculously huge rump came swaying past his face, even his fart-corrupted brain recognised the voluptuous frame of Alexandra Ventus. The giant goth milf wore a sweeping black gown over her bulging chest and impossibly trim waist, pinched tight by a leather corset, and a wide-brimmed sun hat that shadowed her face. When she looked at Max, her smile sent a shiver down his spine. Something about this woman deeply unsettled him, though he couldn’t remember why.

“You certainly know how to keep a girl waiting, young man,” she purred.

“Yeah, he lasted a weirdly long time.” Kali glanced up. “Six months until onset of symptoms, compared to two for all the other subjects. He must have some willpower. Either that, or its a result of one of the varying compounds he’s been dosed with.”

“I think he’s just been enjoying teasing me,” Alexandra bit her lip. “Haven’t you, little one? I’ve had to restrain myself for six long months until you were ready. Oh, it’s been torture… I feel like I’m about to burst.”

BWOORT

As she spoke a high-pitched toot squeaked out from the depths of her cheeks.

“You weren’t kidding, huh?” Kali grinned.

“Do excuse me,” she laughed. “I’ve never been good at holding them in. What I need is a little plug to trap them all inside.”

She traced two gloved fingers down the curve of her rear as she spoke, before grabbing a handful of jiggling ass-flesh. The obscene motion made Max strangely nervous. He tried to run to Kali for help, to hide himself away between her cheeks, only to be reminded again that he was unable to move. "But I’m not restrained, am I? So why?"

“Is he lucid, do you think?” Alexandra asked Kali. “Can he understand what’s happening around him?”

“Hard to say.” The Indian amazon shrugged. “Heather did an analysis that suggested they might regain some mental clarity toward the end, right around the time the other side effects kick in. We haven’t looked into it much.” She smiled nastily. “But I like to think the lights are still on in there.”

“I hope so too,” she agreed, turning back to Max. “I’d like you to understand all the wonderful things we’ve done with your help. Our new world order is well underway now. We’re creating such a beautiful future together, one where all women can grow and blossom and prosper, while men are guided gently into the positions of subservience you were always meant to hold. Your hard work has helped lay the foundations for this society, Max. I’m so proud of you. And I’m so excited to finally give you your reward.”

The smile she gave him seemed genuinely affectionate, but with a hunger in it that made his skin crawl. His eyes drifted back down to her ass, an ass so big he couldn’t see all of it without turning his head, so big it made even Kali’s look small. The sheer mass of it terrified him.

“Well, we still have a couple last tests to perform.” Kali said, typing a few numbers into the computer. “First up, responsiveness.”

She pressed a button, and suddenly a jolt ran through Max’s body, up one of the anodes connected to his arm and out the other. It wasn’t painful, just strong enough to make him jerk his arm reflexively… or try to, anyway. He felt the urge to move, but remained completely still.

“Good. No response, even to direct electrical stimuli. He can move his head around a little, but not much else.” She nodded at Alexandra. “Are you ready to administer the second test?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

Max watched fearfully as the goth milf bent over in front of him, and her already enormous ass ballooned outward to consume his entire vision. The fabric of her black gown was stretched to its limit by her curves, so tight he could practically see the outline of her asshole.

BBWWWWAAAAAARRRRTTTTT

Her gas billowed over him a long, gentle breeze that brought tears to his eyes. The smell was stomach-churningly rancid. It stank of sharp cheddar and beef mignon, mushrooms and asparagus and rich red wine. He wanted to run, but his legs wouldn’t move. He wanted to gag, but his body wouldn’t let him. The fart was torture, but his corrupted brain forced him to keep inhaling, and as he sniffed he felt his limbs begin to twitch and spasm violently, until soon his entire body was convulsing on the tabletop.

“Yup, there he goes,” Kali laughed. “I’d call that a positive result.”

“Oh, my goodness,” Alexandra breathed. “He’s so energetic, so full of life. Just imagining him wriggling like that inside me…”

“Well, you won’t have to imagine much longer. Both tests are successful; Buttsicle syndrome has officially set in. Little Max is frozen stiff, and shakes like a jackhammer with every fart. Your human vibrator is ready for action.”

And finally, just as the shakes were wearing off, Max remembered. The reason Alexandra Ventus unsettled him so much, the reason the sight of her ass filled him with dread. The fate he should have avoided at all costs was now staring him in the face. "No, I can’t! Not in there!"  He willed himself to move with all his strength. But of course it was far too late for that now.

Alexandra had already begun unzipping her gown from the back. The fabric peeled off her skin slowly, sticky with sweat, and the scent of trapped body odour filled the room like a fog. “Would you care to do the honours, Ms. Chandra?”

“Sure thing.” Kali picked Max up. For an instant he hoped it was to return him to her ass, but she only stared at him with a disinterested look on her face. “You’ll probably want to take him out when going to the bathroom, in case you accidentally flush him,” she advised. “I had some close calls once or twice. And he’ll still need feeding about once a week. At least until Hazel’s supplemental ‘waste nutrition’ serum is finished.”

“No need to worry about that,” Alexandra replied lustily. “I’m going to keep such good care of my little helper. We’re going to be together for a long, long time. Now,” she turned, putting her two enormous naked buttocks on full display. “Shall we begin?”

Kali marched him across the room, helpless in her grip. His mind raced. There had to be something! Surely someone would swoop in at the last second and save him!

“Oh, wait,” Kali paused. “One last thing.”

"Kali!"  He felt a surge of relief. He was her loyal slave, she wouldn’t abandon him… he thought, watching her scroll through her phone with her other hand. After a moment she smirked and turned the screen toward him. “Check this out, bug.”

Max’s eyes widened. "Kaley." It was a picture of his former owner, sitting in a lecture. Someone seemed to have taken the photo without her noticing from a few rows down.

“Recognise her? Maybe not, who knows what state your mind is in. But on the off chance, I thought you’d find this interesting.”

The Indian amazon used two fingers to zoom in on Kaley’s chest. At first Max didn’t understand, but as the image focused he noticed something unusual about the necklace she was wearing. There was a tiny man suspended on the chain, half-submerged in her cleavage. "But… who…"

“This was taken a few days ago.” Kali grinned. “Looks like your ex has moved on, found a new tiny to experiment with. Isn’t that sweet? Hope they’re happy together.” She locked her phone with a dark chuckle. “Just something for you to think about once you’re in there. Reflect on your life choices, while you spend the rest of it with only Alexandra’s turds for company.”

Max was crushed. "Kaley…"

“Well, this is goodbye, bug.” Kali straightened. “It’s been fun. See you never.”

With that she carried him the final few steps over to Alexandra. The goth dorm mother was waiting patiently for him, fully exposed from the waist down, using both hands to pry her humongous fleshy globes apart. In the centre her anus pulsated hungrily, winking at him.

“Don’t be frightened, little one,” she soothed. “You’re coming home.”

"No, no, stop," he thought, as he floated inevitably toward her reeking pucker. "Save me, someone, anyone, don’t let them put me in her –"

Max slammed into Alexandra Ventus’ asshole face-first, the wrinkled ring suctioning itself immediately to his skin like a slimy tentacle. It sucked greedily on his head, smearing him with filth. Her anus was sticky with foul smelling grease that got in his eyes, nose and mouth, forcing him to swallow reflexively.

The muscle was surprisingly tight. But from behind, Kali continued to push until finally the sphincter opened, and to his horror, Max began to squeeze inside. Inch by inch his head, shoulders, chest and finally his entire body was shoved up her booty. He heard Alexandra moan, then a soft shlurp as her asshole closed behind him.

Then there was darkness. The enormity of Alexandra’s ass surrounded him. Its heat, its pressure, the constant, low gurgling of her body. And the overwhelming stench of decay and digestion that filled his lungs with every breath.

Max couldn’t even gag. He could only lie still, breathing, swallowing, and waiting to fulfil his purpose. It didn’t take long. He felt a rumble, and the rubbery walls of her colon clenched around him. With no other choice, he gave up and accepted his position, bracing himself as best he could.

The first fart of the rest of his life was on its way.