By: maximally
PART 1
Rubbing his eyes and taking another look around, Max immediately got several clues about his current location. To his right was a wall of decades-old photos in ornate black frames, almost all featuring classes of gloomy young women standing in front of an austere Victorian mansion. To his left was a massive TV resting on a claw-footed black wooden cabinet, stuck on what appeared to be the DVD menu of The Nightmare Before Christmas. Behind him, above a black velvet-upholstered couch strewn with handcuffs and eyeliner pens, a gigantic oil painting depicted several other gloomy women sitting or standing atop collared, empty-eyed men. Putting all of this together, it didn't take a genius to figure out that he had woken up in the common room of House Juno—the sorority known to everyone else at Ventus as the "Goth House."
If the jocks in House Diana were the strongest girls on campus, and the nerds in Minerva were the smartest, the kooky, kinky young ladies of House Juno were easily the scariest—an eclectic mix of artists and academics united in their love of black clothing and hatred of men. They were also often quite attractive — enough to give the average House Fortuna influencer a run for her money — although most male Ventus undergrads knew better than to try asking one of them out. After all, the majority were loud and proud lesbians—and the ones who harbored any attraction to men tended to see them primarily as a means to assorted kinky, generally uncomfortable and humiliating ends.
While many of these young ladies arrived at school as fully-fledged misandrists, their chosen sorority's peculiar heritage and even more peculiar customs definitely didn't do them any favors. Originally the residence of Ventus founder Volumnia Ventus, a wealthy Gilded Age heiress obsessed with elevating future generations of women "above and beyond" the level of men, the place had always been a magnet for students who shared her ideals—but in the hundred years since its inception, it had mutated from a dorm for "independent-minded young ladies" into an organized cult of female domination. It was also quietly one of the wealthiest and most influential institutions within the university, which was why the goths had never been kicked off campus for their love of harassing — and, sometimes, abducting — male students and faculty members.
Realizing where he was, the freshly shrunken freshman winced. Waking up in a place like this would have been dangerous enough at regular size. The only question now was whether to stay where he was or try venturing into the hall in search of someone to help him out—and, hopefully, avoid ending up in some particularly zealous Juno acolyte's stomach.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, before he could spend any more time trying to game the whole situation out, he heard the door opening on the other side of the room—and when he turned around, he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Phew..."
Looking up at the huge goth girl in the doorway, Max couldn't help smiling. Of all the big, sadistic, man-hating monsters in House Juno, the first young woman to stumble upon him was the only one he knew—and possibly the smallest undergrad at Ventus.
At a school that over-indexed on big and tall female students, Ophelia Kidd was almost inexplicably short: 4'9" on a good day, elevated to a full 4'11" with the help of her usual black platform Doc Martens. What she lacked in stature was made up a little in curves — relative to her size, her pleasantly bottom-heavy figure and C-cup breasts were quite ample — but she was still head and shoulders below most of her housemates. Even elsewhere on campus, where the girls tended to be smaller and less scary, she was always the short one out. In her and Max's shared Intro to Bio class, this was no different.
Based on their limited classroom interactions, Ophelia had always struck Max as being charmingly naive—at least, compared to all the other members of House Juno. She'd only gotten into the house as a legacy, thanks to her mother, and seemed eager to earn her place there. Still, it seemed like she had yet to fully embrace the house's infamous misandristic ideology, which made her a very welcome sight to her three-inch-tall male classmate.
Right now, it looked like she'd just rolled out of bed. Her usual choker, black Invader Zim T-shirt, fingerless gloves, black pleated skirt and fishnets had clearly been slept in. Her heavy black eyeliner, mascara, lipstick and ghostly white foundation seemed like they'd been in a losing battle with her pillow all night, and her short black bangs were far from their usual laser-perfect state. Judging by the way she shuffled into the common room, she was just as hungover as Max—and that was saying something.
"Hey!" From his perch on the coffee table, it was all Max could do to raise his voice loud enough to be heard. "Ophelia! I-it's Max!"
"Max?" Ophelia's ears perked up—and when she glanced over to find the source of the greeting, her eyes went wide. "Oh, crap!"
Before Max could try to greet her further, the pale, pint-sized goth rushed over to the table and scooped him up in her hand. "Whoa, I-"
"Shh!" Ophelia put a finger to her lips. "I can explain, just... gimme a second, okay?"
Dazed at the sensation of being picked up so effortlessly by someone so much bigger than him, Max simply nodded his head.
"Good," said Ophelia, bringing him around to the waistband of her skirt. "I'm gonna have to hide you in here until we're back in my room. Sorry."
Staring down the biggest ass he'd ever seen in his entire life, Max went white. "Wait. Do you mean... WAIT-"
Of course, by that point, it was already too late—Ophelia had started lowering him down into her lacy purple panties. Carefully securing him against the crack of her plump, curvy rump, she snapped her underwear and skirt back into place and hurried out of the common room.
"Crap, crap, crap," she said, speed-walking down the hall toward her room. "Super crap. Triple crap. Crap!"
Meanwhile, down in her ass, "crap" wasn't far from Max's mind either. While Ophelia was actually one of the cleaner female undergrads he'd met so far in his time at Ventus, always showing up to class conspicuously well-kept and frequently scented with fancy perfume, she clearly hadn't done her usual self-care routine since last night. The crevice between her ample cheeks was an overwhelming mix of sweat and butt funk, and in a matter of seconds, it was all that he could smell. Compared to that, the fact that this was also his first time getting up close and personal with a girl felt like a pretty weak consolation prize.
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As a short, silent fart slipped out of the pint-sized goth's pucker, Max was inundated with even more stink than before. Hopefully, he thought, this was an accident—and not part of some kinky Juno ritual. He had less than zero interest in ending up as some kind of mindless slave for his Bio classmate, especially if it involved huffing her asshole.
Thankfully, it only took another minute for Ophelia to get back to her room. Owing to her mother's substantial connections to the house, she'd lucked into her own space right off the bat—a spacious bedroom decorated in Juno's usual sumptuous gothic style, furnished with an ornate four-poster bed, several chests of drawers, an old-timey writing desk and a wardrobe. So far, her only contributions to the space were several posters of her favorite shows and bands — Hazbin Hotel, American Horror Story, Invader Zim, My Chemical Romance and the Cure — and several stacks of textbooks for her Biology, Psychology, Sociology and Gender Studies courses. Still, true to her mom's word, it was slowly starting to feel like home.
Locking the door and drawing the big, dark purple silk curtains of her windows, Ophelia finally peeled her shrunken classmate out of her ass. At this point, he was totally covered in her butt sweat, and the accompanying funky odor was enough to make her wrinkle her nose.
"Oh, geez," she said, using a finger to wipe some of the sweat off Max's face. "Sorry about that." Then, realizing she'd technically just shown mercy to a member of what her housemates saw as the weaker sex, she rushed to correct herself. "Uh, I mean... yeah, you like that? You stinky little butt bug?"
Down in her hand, Max had never felt more confused. Already, this was easily the single weirdest day of his life. "Ophelia... w-what the fuck is going on?"
"I..." Right away, when subjected to the slightest pushback, Ophelia's tough-girl act fell apart. "Sorry. I guess I owe you some kinda explanation."
"It's... okay," said Max, doing his best to stay on the good side of the only girl in House Juno who had any chance of taking pity on him. "Do you know how I got like this? I can't remember anything about last night."
"Oh, brother." Ophelia sighed. "Well, you were here. So was Zeke."
"We were?" Max froze. When his roommate told him he'd gotten a plus-one to a party, he'd neglected to say it was at Juno. Even he knew the house's gothic ragers were openly, unapologetically dangerous for male guests. "What happened?"
"Well..." Ophelia pursed her full lips. "How much do you know about shrinking serum?"
Max scowled. While the name seemed fairly self-explanatory, it was the first time he'd ever heard of it. "Uh... not much?"
"Okay," she said, setting Max down on her desk and crossing her arms. "So, Juno has this... tradition. The first big party of every semester, the new members get to pick a guy, and, uh... claim him." She smiled. "You always seemed pretty chill in class, so I figured you'd be a good choice. That's why I told Zeke to bring you along."
In any other context, Max would have found this flattering. He'd always found Ophelia pretty chill, too, and she wasn't bad to look at by any stretch of the imagination—but the vast disparity in size between them gave the word 'claim' an undeniably sinister double meaning. "Oh... gotcha. But... 'claim?'"
"The idea is, you talk a guy into coming back to your room and eating you out." She blushed. "But I got nervous. So I went down to the chem lab and got some shrinking serum."
Muscling through the discomfort of learning that Ophelia had apparently dosed him with some kind of size-changing chemical, Max squinted. "The school chem lab?"
"No," said Ophelia, "Juno has one, too. Mostly for mixing up performance enhancers to help break guys in."
Max swallowed hard. "B-break?"
"Hey," Ophelia shrugged, "I'm just trying to keep it real with you."
"S-so..." Max couldn't believe he was having this conversation. "You shrank me?"
"Yeah." Ophelia blushed again, flashing an empty vial with a label covered in gothic script. "I slipped this into your drink while we were talking... and then you wandered off. It seemed like you were pretty drunk." Setting the vial down, she exhaled. "Honestly, up until a couple minutes ago, I figured one of my sisters had found you."
"Okay," said Max, trying not to think about whatever fate he might have met if his giant classmate had waited a little longer to check the common room. "So... how do I get back to normal?"
"Well, uh... the thing is..." Ophelia winced. "You can't."
Max's jaw dropped. "What?"
"I'm really sorry, Max." She sounded like she meant it. "That serum is permanent."
"What?" While Max knew he didn't have much room to get openly mad at someone twenty times his size, it was hard to conceal his disbelief and outrage. "Are you serious?"
"It was impulsive, okay?" Ophelia sighed, audibly defensive. "Honestly, you should be thanking me!"
"For what?" Max was almost shouting. "Ruining my life?"
"Look..." Ophelia scowled. "If it wasn't for me, you'd probably be neck deep in Kali's ass by now. Or Miss V. Or Vanessa. Or literally anyone else in here. Now, do you want me to help you out or not?"
Now, it was Max's turn to sigh. While this was, quite unambiguously, all Ophelia's fault, she wasn't wrong about her housemates. "I... fuck. This is insane."
"Yeah," said Ophelia, chuckling despite herself, "seriously."
"Ophelia?" Before either of the two freshmen could say more, a third voice broke the silence between them. It was right outside Ophelia's door, and, judging by its impatient tone, eagerly expecting a response.
Hearing this, Max froze. "W-who is that?"
When Max looked up at Ophelia, his classmate's pale face looked whiter than ever.
"Oh, crap," she whispered, shuddering. "That's Kali!"
"Kali?" Max's stomach dropped. Of all the big, bad girls in House Juno, Kali was far and away the biggest and the baddest. "Oh, crap..."
"Kidd!" The voice behind the door didn't sound like it was accustomed to being kept waiting. "Open up. Now."
"J-Just a second, Kali!" Grabbing her three-inch tall classmate from her desk, the pint-sized goth forced herself to take a few deep breaths. The last time her formidable neighbor had come into her room, searching for a misplaced butt plug the size of a soda can, she'd ransacked every drawer in the place. With that in mind, she had a feeling that the only place Max would go undetected was somewhere on her person.
"Sorry," she mouthed, slipping the already-struggling shrunken freshman back into her underwear before turning her attention to the door—just in time to see it kicked clean off its hinges. "What the-"
"You need a new door," grunted Kali, hip-checking the remains of the busted oak panel to the floor and scowling. Wearing her usual fishnet crop top, black leather jacket, black leather pants, pentagram belt buckle, spiky combat boots and red prescription contact lenses, the 6'4" 280-pound Indian amazon looked like she was ready to go to war—hopefully, Ophelia thought, not against her.
"I can see that," said Ophelia, trying not to show just how much the ringleader of Juno's undergrads still intimidated her—and, much as she didn't want to admit it, kind of turned her on. "S-so, what's up?"
"'What's up,'" said Kali, taking another forceful step into the room and placing her hands on her hips, "is that we had a break-in at the lab last night."
"A break-in?" Shifting from foot to foot, Ophelia wasn't exactly doing the best job hiding her nerves. "D-did anything get stolen?"
"A new batch of shrinking serum," said Kali, scowl deepening. "But not the usual stuff. This batch was special."
Down in Ophelia's ass, Max was still able to get most of what the two goths were talking about—and when he heard this last part, he couldn't help feeling a brief, possibly irrational rush of hope. If the serum he'd been dosed with was something new, maybe there was still some chance of him getting back to normal.
"S-special?" Ophelia swallowed hard. When she'd snuck into the lab last night, she hadn't had much time to grab the goods—and in her haste, she'd assumed that the several dozen vials of shrinking serum in the house's inventory were fairly uniform in quality. Based on that, she'd also assumed that a single missing vial wouldn't ruffle any feathers. Now, though, it looked like she might've made a huge mistake. "W-what kind of special?"
"None of your business," scoffed Kali. "All you have to know is that we need it back."
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Failing to suppress a nervous fart, Ophelia blushed—and below her, Max was subjected to yet another wave of overpowering stink. "S-sorry," she said, smiling weakly at her neighbor. "I think I had a little too much pizza last night."
Again, Kali scoffed. "You're apologizing for that?"
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Sticking out her butt for dramatic effect, the Indian amazon let loose with an equally-amazonian blast of gas, dwarfing her pint-sized neighbor's meager toot. The smell filled the room in a matter of seconds — even crowding out the scent of Ophelia's ass for Max — and sent both freshmen into a coughing fit.
"G-geez, Kali," said Ophelia, forcing herself not to gag. "What did you eat?"
"The same thing you did," said Kali, shrugging smugly. "Now... where were you last night?"
"M-me?" Feeling legitimately lightheaded from Kali's fumes, Ophelia frantically shook her head. "A-at the party! D-definitely not anywhere near the lab, if that's what you're asking."
Kali rolled her eyes. "If I had my way, I wouldn't have to be asking. But we still don't have cameras up in that part of the building, and everyone else was too caught up getting shitfaced and scissoring to watch the door... yours truly included." She slapped her huge rump and flashed a sharp-toothed grin. "Otherwise, I'd have our culprit on full-time dump duty by now."
"Heh," said Ophelia, forcing a smile and trying not to dwell on what it might be like to end up on 'dump duty' under her amazonian neighbor's vast, perpetually unwashed ass—mostly because part of her found the idea kind of hot. "T-totally."
"I know you're not the one, though," scoffed Kali. "I mean, c'mon. Big time nepo baby like you? I'm sure you could just ask mommy to buy you some shrinking serum if you really felt like it."
Ophelia frowned. While she was well aware that she was only here thanks to her wealthy mother's generous contributions to the sorority, she didn't appreciate the reminder. Then again, she knew she had little room to push back on these accusations. Not if she wanted to keep her shrunken classmate hidden—and keep her tongue from becoming Kali's full-time toilet paper. "T-then why'd you kick down my door?"
"Because," Kali smirked, "I don't like to be kept waiting. And I'm not trying to spend my whole Saturday cleaning up someone else's mess. There's a kegger at House Diana later, and I'd strongly prefer to have this whole thing wrapped up before it starts."
"Oh," said Ophelia, not quite sure how that translated into her amazonian neighbor being justified in de-hinge-ing her door. "So, uh..."
"Look," said Kali, "I know your family's a big deal around here. But that doesn't mean shit to me. All I care about right now is getting that serum back. And if you can help me do that... I might be able to make it worth your while."
Ophelia blinked. In a matter of seconds, this conversation seemed to have gone from an interrogation into something completely different. "W-what do you mean?"
"I mean, I might be able to accelerate your initiation process." Kali's smirk grew. "Most freshies take a full two semesters... but if I really felt like it, and I put in a good word with Miss V... you could be a full member by winter break."
Against her better judgment, Ophelia's eyes went wide. After all the nepotism that had tainted her admission to Juno, nothing would bring her more satisfaction than rising through the ranks of the house on her own merits. If this meant becoming an underling to a campus boogeywoman like Kali, that was a sacrifice she was more than willing to make. At the same time, though, she knew her shrunken classmate was counting on her not to hand him over—and based on the way he was struggling around in the back of her underwear, he wanted absolutely no part of this deal. "W-what's the catch?"
"The catch?" Kali's expression hardened. "Almost sounds like you know who took the serum."
"What?" Ophelia flinched. "N-no! Of course not!"
"Alright, just checking," said Kali, warier than before. "Hypothetically speaking, if you did know, and you're holding out on me... that could get very unpleasant, very quick."
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As if to demonstrate this, the Indian amazon hiked her butt out again and blasted out a full ten seconds of rancid gas—enough to send Ophelia to her knees, gasping for breath.
Meanwhile, in the pint-sized goth's ass, Max was on the verge of a full-on panic attack. Between Ophelia's apparent willingness to make a deal with the biggest, scariest girl in House Juno, and the several rancid farts the two had exchanged in the last few minutes, he seemed to have entered some kind of surreal gothic nightmare—and there was no clear exit in sight.
Stepping up to Ophelia's crumpled form, Kali frowned. "Well, Kidd? What'll it be?"
PART 2
Several seconds passed in silence—more than enough time for Kali to lose the last of her patience. "Alright," she said, stepping up to her much-smaller neighbor and turning around. "I guess we're going to do this the hard way."
Before Ophelia could beg for mercy, the Indian amazon pulled down her pants, hiked her butt out and blasted another devastating gust of gas directly into her helpless face.
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For the pint-sized goth, the impact was worse than both of Kali's previous farts combined. Her gas was the single worst thing she'd ever smelled in her life—and as the daughter of one of House Juno's most famous alumni, she'd inadvertently sampled more than her fair share of truly heinous farts. As her neighbor hunched down over her chest, holding her to the floor with both hands to make sure she breathed in every last bit of her latest release, it was all she could do to keep from throwing up.
While this was happening, Max was feeling less and less optimistic about his chances of getting out of this room in one piece. He could feel his classmate's resolve fading in real-time—and based on all the rumors he'd heard about Kali in his first few weeks on campus pre-shrinking, he knew she was probably just getting started. Of course, because the gothic ogress currently had Ophelia pinned to the floor, Ophelia was laying on her back, and he was still stuck in the back of her underwear, he remained every bit as helpless as she was.
"W-wait," stammered Ophelia, just in time to see Kali's huge, blubbery cheeks coming down to rest right on top of her head. "N-NO!"
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Clearly, Ophelia thought, Kali had done this before. Her face was pressed so deep into her amazonian neighbor's crack that she could feel Kali's huge, rancid asshole pulsing against the tip of her nose—and when it relaxed to expel another gust of septic air, there was nothing to keep it from going straight into her lungs. If Kali's first three farts had left her lightheaded, this one nearly knocked her out cold.
"You sure you don't know who took that serum?" said Kali, grinding her ass even harder into her neighbor's face.
Beneath her, Ophelia felt increasingly uncertain about her decision to hide Max by the second—and as she felt her neighbor's asshole starting to relax again, she knew she was almost at her breaking point. "I-"
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Somehow, even after cutting several monstrous farts in a row in the last few minutes, Kali's digestive system still had gas in the tank. Her latest blast was her longest, loudest, and smelliest yet, and hit her pint-sized neighbor point-blank. For Ophelia, the result was nothing short of hell on earth.
"Whew," scoffed Kali, shaking her head. "I might have to make you check my underwear after that one. Anyway, though. You were saying?"
By now, her pint-sized neighbor was thoroughly subjugated. Her eyes felt heavy, her head was pounding, her thoughts were dim, and her nose and lungs were on fire. For all of her initial bravery during Kali's interrogation, she was more than ready to do whatever it took to get her neighbor's unsettlingly productive asshole out of her face. "Y-yeah," stuttered Ophelia, "I... I know who took the serum."
Hearing this, Max froze. He'd had a feeling it was only a matter of time before Ophelia broke under Kali's relentless torments, but that didn't make her decision any easier to process.
"Oh yeah?" As Kali finally removed her vast bulk from the pint-sized goth, she couldn't resist chuckling as she watched her neighbor gasping for air. Her amazonian cheeks had left huge red marks on either side of Ophelia's face, and she knew from considerable experience that the smell of her farts probably wasn't getting out of this room for several days. "So... who took it?"
Taking a deep breath of air, still frustratingly saturated with the aroma of Kali's ass, Ophelia sighed. "I did."
Pulling her pants back up over her powerful hips, Kali raised an eyebrow. "No shit. Why?"
"I..." Ophelia lowered her eyes. "I wanted to pick a guy last night, and thought it'd be easier with that."
"Why am I not surprised." Kali shook her head. "You can't do anything for yourself, can you? You always need a little extra help."
Powerless to push back on this claim, all Ophelia could do was scowl.
"Now," said Kali, putting her hands on her hips. "Ordinarily, I'd take you right down to Miss V's office, and you'd be out of here. But you did such a good job huffing my farts just now that I'm feeling a little generous. So if you can tell me what happened to the serum, where it went, who took it, whatever... we can just put this whole thing behind us."
Ophelia winced. Then, seeing no other option, she brought a hand around to the back of her underwear and carefully peeled out her shrunken classmate. Dazed after another stint in the pint-sized goth's ass, it took Max several seconds to adjust to the lighting of the room. When he finally saw the giant Indian amazon looming over him, he went white.
"I gave it to this guy," said Ophelia, lamely extending the three-inch-tall freshman toward Kali. "His name's Max, he was here last night."
"All of it?" Kali shook her head, eyeing Max like some kind of errant bug. "Do you still have the vial?"
"Y-yeah," said Ophelia, producing the vial she'd managed to keep stashed in a pocket of her skirt for the duration of Kali's torments. "It's empty, but-"
"Typical freshie." Snatching Max and the empty vial away from her neighbor, Kali shook her head. "You realize that amount of serum was meant for ten subjects?"
Struggling to get his footing in Kali's much larger hand, Max swallowed hard. So did Ophelia. "R-really?"
"Yes, really," Kali scoffed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a mess to finish cleaning up."
"O-okay," said Ophelia, finally lucid enough to get back to her feet. "S-so, are we good?"
"Yeah. We're good." Kali shook her head. "But if you ever try some shit like this again, I'm gonna have you on dump duty until you're thirty."
Ophelia gulped. "G-Got it. Won't happen again." Watching Kali stepping toward the door, she shot Max a final sympathetic look. "Go easy on him, okay? He's a really good guy."
Kali paused for a moment, looked down at Max, then up at Ophelia. Then, without breaking eye contact with her neighbor, she brought Max around to the crack of her ass and cut another massive fart right in his shrunken face.
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"Didn't your mommy get you a copy of our house handbook, Kidd?" Feeling the three-inch-tall 18-year-old struggling even more intensely than before against her grip, she grinned. "There are no good guys."
Before Ophelia or Max could do anything to respond to this, Kali upped the shrunken freshman's punishment significantly by pulling back the waistband of her now-very-smelly pants and dropping him down into the crack of her ass. Then, leaving Ophelia to wallow in shame — and the lingering smell of her farts — the Indian amazon stepped through her neighbor's broken doorway and started walking.
If Max's time in Ophelia's butt had been unpleasant, Kali's was something else entirely. It was much bigger, warmer, sweatier and smellier, and her cheeks seemed even more intent on grinding him into dust between them. On top of that, her leather pants offered much less ventilation than Ophelia's skirt, trapping even more of her natural odors in with him. All at once, it became painfully clear to him that his day had taken yet another turn for the worse.
The second Kali got out of Ophelia's room, she promptly pulled out her phone and dialed one of her fellow Juno higher-ups. "Heather. Me. Found our missing serum."
"What?" While Max couldn't hear much of Kali's conversation from his new prison between the Indian amazon's cheeks, the voice on the other end was loud enough to get all the way down to him. It was very high and, judging by the amount of energy it had responded with, just as eager as his new captor to get to the bottom of this whole thing. "Where?!"
"You know that new girl, Kidd? Nepo case? She gave the whole thing to some other fuckin' loser freshie." As Kali strode down the hall, the few housemates she passed respectfully stepped out of her way. "Anyway, I'm coming down to the lab right now. See you soon."
"Now? Fuck." Heather sounded stressed. "I'm kinda busy right now."
Kali stopped for a moment, rubbing her forehead with her hand. "Seriously?"
"It's Parents' Weekend, remember?" Heather sighed. "My mom showed up early so I have to show her around. But I can call the contractor?"
"The contractor?" Kali rolled her eyes. Of all the young women who made up Juno's secretive research and development initiatives, their latest addition was her least favorite. "Really?"
"I know," said Heather, "it's not ideal. Just... give me a couple hours?"
Kali groaned. Sometimes, having one of her closest friends and on-again-off-again lovers in charge of the house's most important research projects was a mixed bag. "Fine. See if you can get the contractor over here. But you're gonna have to make this up to me."
"Yeah?" All at once, Heather's voice became noticeably breathier. "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking at least one rimming session every day for a month," said Kali, smirking. "To start. Now call the contractor."
"Yes, ma'am," said Heather, almost panting at this point. "If you two get up to anything with the shrunken guy, take some pi-"
Before she could finish her request, Kali had already disconnected the call.
A few minutes later, the Indian amazon made it downstairs, where her contractor was already waiting.
While several members of Juno's research team hailed from outside the house, most were nerdy Minervans picked for their aptitude for hard science. Hazel was the only one from House Proserpina and was very typical "Loser House" material—aside from her prodigious intellect. As usual, Kali could smell her before she saw her—a characteristic blend of strong pussy smell, sweat and farts, and when she turned the corner and came upon the door to the lab, the plump, bespectacled, buck-toothed gooner looked just as visibly-fetid as ever.
"You're on time," said Kali, eyeing her researcher's greasy brown hair, rumpled striped blouse, polka-dot sweatpants, and acne-ridden face. "That's a new one."
"Heather caught me mid goon sesh." Hazel grinned. "But she said you'd pay me in used undies if I got over here early. Now, where's the goods?"
"In your horny little dreams," scoffed Kali, striding past the messy Prosperpinan sophomore and opening the door to the lab. Heather's insatiable fixation with all things ass never ceased to amaze her—although Hazel really gave her a run for her money. "C'mon, we've got work to do."
"Fiiine," sighed Hazel, following Kali's lead—and ogling the amazonian goth's ass while she was at it. "So what have we got?"
Kali answered her question by reaching a hand down the back of her pants and prying out Max—who had spent most of the last few minutes out cold after inhaling one too many of her silent-but-deadly farts on the walk down from Ophelia's room. "This."
"Oooh!" Hazel's eyes went wide. "I never took you for the miniguy type, K!"
"I told you not to call me that," Kali grunted. "And that's not what this is about."
While the two giantesses bickered, Max was slow to regain consciousness in the Indian amazon's hand. Scanning his surroundings, he seemed to be in a large room with shiny black walls and black-and-white tiled floors lit by purple overhead LEDs. The whole space was filled with shelves, cabinets and countertops of beakers, vials, microscopes, needles, computers, and various scientific equipment. Then he noticed Kali's unkempt, unhinged-looking "research assistant," and swallowed hard.
"Look who's finally awake!" Again, Hazel grinned. "You mind if I just..."
"Go ahead," said Kali, handing over her three-inch-tall prisoner. "Take a look."
"Sweet!" Dangling Max in front of her face between her forefinger and thumb, Hazel's grin grew. "Hiya miniguy? How'd you end up so small?"
Staring up at yet another giant woman, Max was paralyzed with anxiety. It didn't help that Hazel's fingers were curiously sticky and had a very strong, unmistakably fishy smell.
"One of our new pledges dosed him with a full vial of that new serum you made for us," said Kali, crossing her arms. "The experimental one."
"That one?" Hazel's eyes went wider than ever. "Whoa, that's hardcore! This guy's lucky he's not dead!"
"I am?" Finally working up the courage to speak, Max managed not to stammer while saying this.
"And he can still talk? Far out!" Bringing Max a little closer to her nose for a quick sniff, Hazel giggled. "Seems like you've already been getting your money's worth out of him, too!"
From Max's perspective, this interaction wasn't any more pleasant. Up close, Hazel's breath positively reeked. Not that he was in any position to say that, of course.
Kali shook her head. "Compared to all the things we'd originally planned to do with that serum, this isn't exactly the return on investment we were hoping for."
Hazel shrugged. "Well... it shouldn't be too hard to fix that." She scrunched up her face a little, seemingly starting to game the problem out in real-time. "I mean, this serum's designed to bond with the subject's DNA... so in theory, all I'd have to do is cook up another one that makes it come back out in his excretions."
Kali made a face. "His excretions?"
"Get your mind out of the gutter, K," Hazel snorted. "Not like that. I'm talking sweat, cum, y'know. Stuff like that. That way, instead of going through all the trouble of making a whole new batch of the original stuff from scratch, you can just turn this guy into a one-man serum factory."
Hearing this, Max got another surge of uncertainty. He had absolutely no interest in whatever Kali and Hazel were cooking up right now—although it was painfully clear that he had very little room to push back on his role in their kinky plans.
"And you can do that?" While the solution Hazel described wasn't exactly the least harebrained idea Kali had ever heard, she was eager to solve this whole situation and move on to the half-dozen other problems that needed cleaning up around the house.
Again, Hazel shrugged. "I guess that depends... how ripe are your panties right now?"
Kali rolled her eyes. "You're unbelievable. How fast can you get this done?"
"You give me what I need, and I can have something for you by the end of the day."
"Fine," said Kali, rubbing her forehead again. "You fix this for us, and I'll get these panties good and gross for you."
"Sounds like a deal to me," giggled Hazel, extending Max back toward the Indian amazon. "Guessing you want your miniguy back in the meantime?"
"You don't need him to make the new serum?"
"Nah," said Hazel, putting a finger to her temple. "I got it all up here." She flashed another grin. "Unless you want me to hang onto him?"
"No, I'll keep him," said Kali, snatching back her shrunken captive and returning him to his place between her cheeks. "Just text Heather what you need, and she'll put in a work order for you. I'll be back later."
"Cool," said Hazel, shuddering with pleasure as she watched Max disappear into Kali's booty. "Man... lucky guy, huh?"
In spite of herself, Kali chuckled. "Depends on your definition of luck."
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Inundating her three-inch-tall prisoner with another gust of spicy butt wind, she hiked her pants back up to seal it all in with him and turned toward the exit. Down in her ass, all Max could do was grit his teeth and try to avoid blacking out again.
***
For Max, the rest of the afternoon felt like a decade. Trapped in Kali's colossal, foul-smelling rump, with nothing to breathe but her incessant farts and nothing to drink but her butt sweat, he fell into a hazy state of limbo—just conscious enough to understand how unpleasant his current situation was, but not enough to think of any way out of it. Just a few minutes after being forcibly reinserted between her cheeks, her movement had pressed him all the way down — leaving him face to face with her massive, rancid asshole — and he remained there for at least several hours.
While this was happening, Kali turned her attention to her other daily duties—grabbing a heavy lunch of several bean burritos in the dining hall and sitting through several needless house meetings with her fellow Juno higher-ups. With every fart she cut into her shrunken captive's face, her panties got ranker and ranker, upholding her end of the ridiculous deal she'd made with Hazel. Any other day, she would have gotten the brazen sophomore's cooperation the same way she'd gotten it out of Ophelia earlier—although, after the whirlwind morning she'd had while looking for the serum, she lacked the energy to go after her the way she probably deserved to be for her insolence. Plus, knowing Hazel, she probably wouldn't have seen it as a punishment.
Around 6:00 PM, she finally returned to the lab—where she found Hazel, looking very pleased.
"Well?" Surveying the mess that the genius gooner had made of the lab, she grimaced. Everything looked hopelessly disorganized — or reorganized into a system that made no sense to anyone but the young woman at the center of the action — and the whole space smelled like a sex shop bathroom. Then again, with Hazel, this was usually a good sign.
"I think this should do it," said Hazel, producing a tiny vial of green-tinted liquid. "You wanna do the honors?"
"You're sure this is going to work?" While Kali saw the shrunken young man in her ass as little more than a bug, she had considerable reservations about potentially losing Juno's latest test subject to some unexpected side effects.
Hazel shrugged. "Only one way to find out, right?"
For a few seconds, Kali hesitated. Then, still eager to simply get this whole thing over with before the Diana kegger, she shrugged back. "Fine. Let me do it."
As the Indian amazon peeled her shrunken captive out of her ass, Max found himself back in the lab—and immediately almost drowned as Kali forced a comparatively-huge vial of liquid up to his tiny face.
"Drink," she said, emphatically. Unwilling to risk her wrath by refusing, the shrunken freshman obeyed.
The liquid was incredibly bitter, with a harsh, chemical aftertaste—and as Max felt it settling in his stomach, a strange, tingling feeling began to radiate out from the center of his chest. "Wh..." Struggling to form words after several hours in Kali's ass, he looked up at the two giantesses and grimaced. "What was that?"
"Hmm," said Hazel, ignoring Max's question and looking up at Kali. "You mind if I see him again for a second?"
"Go ahead," said Kali, handing the shrunken freshman over again.
"I threw together a little gadget to help with this next part." Stepping over to a nearby workbench, Hazel carefully placed Max down into a 3D-printed cylinder covered in miniature tubes and straps, with a Max-sized slab of foam at the center. "Probably easier if you strap yourself in here, miniguy?"
"What is this?" Seeing no other choice but to obey the giant, messy nerd's request, Max strapped himself down onto the foam slab.
"Just relax." Hazel winked. "Try to enjoy it." Turning her attention over to a laptop sporting several wires that ran over to the 3D-printed cylinder, she hammered in a few commands.
Before Max could press for more details, he flinched as the machine sprung to life around him—and the largest of the tubes lurched up, hovered over his groin, and lowered itself over his cock!
"There you go!" Hazel snorted. "Here, lemme give you a little extra inspiration!"
Hastily unbuttoning her blouse, she gave the shrunken freshman an eyeful of her more-than-ample boobs and a noseful of heavy-duty cleavage sweat. The result, for Max, was a complete sensory overload. Between the intense suction of the tube and the not-un-tantalizing sight of Hazel's big, jiggling breasts, he had no trouble rising to attention—and in a matter of seconds, he was on the verge of the biggest orgasm he'd had in a very long time.
Seeing that her machine was working as intended, Hazel shot Kali a knowing look and turned around. Lost in the throes of some much-needed pleasure, Max was too dazed to notice the giant gooner leaning her butt directly over his 3D-printed enclosure. "Sorry in advance, miniguy," snorted Hazel. "I had Indian food last night."
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A split-second before Max started cumming, a sudden gust of stinky wind washed out over him. When he finally came, the only thing on his mind was the smell of Hazel's farts. All at once, the experience went from a much-needed moment of pleasure into yet another humiliating ordeal—and as the tube vacuumed up his load and released his spent cock, all the other realities of his situation all came flooding back just as quickly. Looking over to Hazel, already intently analyzing whatever data the machine had just given her, he couldn't help wincing at how happy she looked.
"That's what I'm talking about," the giant gooner said, grinning wider than ever.
"It worked?" Glancing over at the string of incomprehensible numbers on the laptop, Kali raised an eyebrow. "What does it say?"
"Basically," said Hazel, "this guy cums shrinking serum now. He should sweat it, too... but I wanted an excuse to use this thing." She tapped the cylinder-machine smugly. "Threw it together while I was waiting for you guys to show up. Kinda eyeballed the dimensions, too. Glad he ended up fitting."
"Excellent," said Kali, allowing herself a smile. "I suppose that just leaves one more question."
"What's that?" Hazel licked her lips. "My reward?"
"Oh," sighed Kali, "right." Hastily hiking down her pants, she slipped out of her now-very-funky underwear, balled it up and tossed it over to Hazel—who, quite predictably, began huffing it like some kind of inhalant. "I meant for our little bug friend, though."
"M-me?" Max gulped. This was the first time Kali had ever directly addressed him.
"Yes," said Kali, prying him out of Hazel's machine and bringing him back up to her face. "You. The way I see it, you've got two options. Option one, we turn you into our full-time serum factory. Option two, we take the serum you just made for us, and find someone else."
Hearing this, Max felt more uncertain than ever. This didn't sound like the Kali he'd come to know. "What's the catch with option two?"
Kali smiled. "Maybe you're smarter than you look, bug. The catch is, if you don't want to be part of our plan, I'll just stick you back up my ass." She grinned. "Forever. Can't have you falling into the wrong hands after this, now can we?"
This sounded a lot more like Kali. Realizing just how thoroughly fucked he seemed to be, it was all Max could do to avoid bursting into tears. "S-so," he said, stammering, "...there's no way out of this where I'm not stuck here?"
"Precisely," Kali chuckled.
"And..." Max knew what he was about to ask really didn't matter, but part of him had to know. "Wh-what's your plan, exactly?"
"That's for us to know... and you to find out." Kali's grin grew. "Now, I'm gonna need an answer."
PART 3
Face to face with the biggest, scariest girl in House Juno, Max swallowed hard. As far as he could tell, there was no way out of his current situation that didn't involve being pressed into Kali's service. If the options were surrendering himself to Hazel's milking machine or voluntarily going back up the Indian amazon's ass, it wasn't hard to recognize the lesser of two evils. Somehow, this was his life now.
"I guess..." Blinking back tears, he forced himself to say what he needed to say. "I guess option one?"
Kali smiled, clearly relishing in his distress. "Good choice, bug."
Dangling helplessly from her fingers, all Max could do was force a smile back—then he heard the door opening behind them.
"Ah," said Kali, turning and nodding respectfully toward the voluptuous, 50-year-old woman standing in the doorway. "There you are, Mistress. You got my text?"
"I did." The woman looked and sounded pleased. "Nice work. I knew I could count on you, Kali."
Looking up at the huge, pale-skinned, raven-haired goth MILF, Max only needed a second to recognize her as Alexandra Ventus—the dorm mother of House Juno, granddaughter of Ventus's founder Volumnia Ventus, and, allegedly, one of the most influential figures in the school's administration. Scanning her usual long black dress, black leather corset and black pumps, he understood why she was frequently mistaken for some kind of cosplayer. She was strikingly pretty for her age, and her curves were just as powerful as ever. When her grey-blue eyes met his, he gulped.
"Ah," she said, stepping toward Kali and extending her hand. "May I?"
"Please," said Kali, handing over Max, sounding more deferential than the shrunken freshman had ever heard her before.
Suddenly in the hands of yet another formidable black-clad giantess, Max remembered his nakedness and cupped his hands over his groin, eliciting a laugh from Alexandra.
"Oh, there's no need for that," chuckled the mature dorm mother. "Wouldn't be the first one of those I've seen." Her full lips curled up into a smirk. "Not that yours would be much to write home about, even at full size..."
In spite of all the humiliation he'd already endured today, Max couldn't help blushing.
"Aww," Alexandra cooed, sharing a look with Kali, "I've embarrassed him." Looking back down at Max, her expression became much warmer. "I'm sorry, dear. I'm sure today has been quite the rude awakening already. And then I come in here and start insulting your manhood." She chuckled again. "But I digress... Tell me, has Kali told you anything about our plans for you?"
Unsure wherever this was going, Max shook his head. After several hours in Kali's ass, it was surreal to be speaking to someone who actually addressed him as a person instead of some kind of upstart insect. "N-not really."
"Always one for theatrics, our Kali," said Alexandra, shaking her head. "Perhaps I ought to enlighten you. What's your name, dear?"
"Me?" Max could feel sweat forming on his neck. "M-Max, Miss Ventus."
"Nice to meet you, Max." Noticing Max's eyes wandering down to her cleavage, she smiled. "See something you like?"
"What?" Max froze. "Oh! N-no, s-sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry for," said Alexandra, dangling him a little closer to her chest. "I know how you men are. Which brings me right back to our plans, actually. You see, Max... when my grandmother started this school, she wanted to find a way to balance the sexes. She saw that as the fundamental problem of her time, and she thought the best way for a women of her means to assist with that goal was the establishment of a college specifically for young women." She sighed. "But it didn't take long for her to come to terms with the truth. Balance was just a band-aid. To fix the world for good, a bigger change was needed. Putting women on top."
"'An era of domination, to repay the era of domination imposed on us,'" said Kali, with a tone of clear reverence.
"Right out of the Juno handbook." Alexandra chuckled. "Kali here is one of my grandmother's most devoted disciples. But I'm sure you're still wondering how you come into that."
Max nodded, admittedly more curious — and anxious — than ever.
"Up until now, our challenge has been purely physical. The unfortunate reality is, most men are physically bigger than women. Thanks to the generous endowment that my grandmother earmarked for our house, we've managed to make significant strides in developing viable shrinking serums over the last few decades... although they've all been prohibitively expensive to make at scale." Alexandra's eyes wandered over to Hazel's milking machine, and she grinned. "Until now."
"S-so," said Max, finally working up the courage to speak. "You want to make it easier for women to shrink men?"
"I suppose that's one way of putting it," Alexandra giggled.
Something about the way she said this gave Max another chill of uncertainty. "H-how would you put it?"
"We want to re-size every man on Earth." Alexandra's grin widened. "And you're going to help us do it."
Hearing this, Max's stomach dropped. Putting all the pieces together, it made a horrifying amount of sense—not that he agreed with any of it, of course. Just when he thought the women of House Juno couldn't get any scarier, they'd exceeded his expectations yet again.
"Now," said Alexandra, bringing Max back up to her face. "Naturally that's going to entail some... changes to the way the world works. There'll be an adjustment period. Growing pains. It won't necessarily be the easiest place to live, at first. At least for men. But as the man who's helping us make that world a reality... I could certainly see my way to making sure you get some... special treatment."
"Do you really think that's necessary, Mistress?" Kali didn't sound happy about this. "I mean, he's just another bug..."
"I don't remember asking for your input, Kali," said Alexandra, her voice suddenly much more forceful than before. "Do I need to remind you who's really in charge around here?"
"No, Mistress," said Kali, lowering her head. "Apologies."
While this was happening, Max remained stuck trying to get his head around the explanation Alexandra was laying on him. "S-special treatment?"
"I'm sure you can use your imagination," the buxom dorm mother said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Unless you'd prefer to stay with Kali here."
"N-no," Max blurted out, almost instinctively, "no thank you."
"Well, alright. I suppose I can't blame you, based on the state of the young men I see coming out of her room some mornings." Shooting Kali a fake-scolding look, she laughed. "So it's settled, then?"
"I..." Looking from the buxom dorm mother, to her formidable chief disciple, to her horny research assistant, Max had to remind himself that this wasn't some kind of impossibly kinky bad dream. While the last vestiges of his pre-shrinking self wanted to reject the decision before him altogether, the part of him that was starting to accept the realities of his new life understood that this would be the worst choice he could possibly make. Maybe someday he'd find a way to sneak out of here and find someone who could get him back to normal... but in the meantime, he supposed his best bet would be to go with the flow. "O-okay," he said, trying not to cry.
"Aww, don't worry, dear," purred Alexandra, pulling the shrunken freshman in her hand up to her lips for a huge, full-body kiss. "It'll be okay. You'll see."
Trying to enjoy the overwhelming sensation of the mature amazon's lips pressing against his whole upper body — technically, the first kiss he'd ever had — Max forced himself to look on the bright side. For now, that seemed to be all he could do.
Snaking her tongue out of her mouth to lick the side of Max's face and feeling him shiver, Alexandra giggled. "Mmm... you know, Kali, once we get a workable quantity of serum out of little Max here, I might just have to take him for myself..."
***
The year that followed Max's surrender to House Juno was the single most transformative period in modern human history. After a month of milking the shrunken freshman dry in the lab, then dosing a dozen other "volunteers" to supplement their shrinking serum reserves, the goths began to tap into their vast network of alumni — strategically planted throughout the government and corporate world — to begin the process of dissemination. Over the next few weeks, the serum found its way into the water supplies of every major American city—and soon, roughly 99% of men in the country were quickly reduced to the same diminutive stature as Max. Naturally, because the serum was designed to only affect males, the nation's women remained totally unaffected.
Amid the widespread chaos and disruption of "The Balancing," a new political movement was quickly swept to power. Promising stability, justice, and much-needed answers about what was happening, the Order of Juno received overwhelming public support to dissolve the existing U.S. government and replace it with an autocratic system ruled by Alexandra and her top lieutenants. At the same time, several international Juno cells and affiliate groups quickly established similar matriarchal affiliate regimes in South America, Europe, Asia and Africa. With power secured, the new world government's first act was establishing a network of "assimilation facilities" to handle any males who had managed to remain full-sized until that point.
Nine months after the first traces of Hazel's new serum were found in the tap water of San Trasero, Volumnia Ventus's dream had finally become a reality. The average global male height now hovered just shy of four inches, and continued to drop with every population of full-sized "rebels" put down by the forces of the new regime. To commemorate this victory, in a stirring speech broadcast worldwide, Volumnia's granddaughter proclaimed the dawn of a new feminine age. After centuries of war and greed, she said, the evils of patriarchy had been bested for good.
As the foundations of human civilization were being shaken to their roots, Max remained trapped in the basement of House Juno, fueling the new order's machinations. His days were an endless cycle of automated orgasms, frequently ten or fifteen times in a single day, and his nights were sleepless and short. Most of the time, his only company was Hazel — now a top officer of the regime — who occasionally came in to check on him and fill the room with a few Hot Cheeto farts for good measure.
While the shrunken freshman had initially held out hope of staging some kind of escape from the goths, the truth got harder to ignore with every bit of news that trickled down to him. By the time Alexandra made her speech, it was clear that he wouldn't be any better off outside the lab. At least in here, he had some value to the regime—value that kept him fed and sheltered, making him better off than the overwhelming majority of men outside. Soon, rather than wasting any time on the ridiculous idea of seeking a better life beyond House Juno, he was dedicating every minute of his waking life to embracing his new position.
Then, a few weeks after Alexandra's speech, the buxom matriarch came to pay him a visit. Gently plucking him out of his enclosure, marveling at how frail he'd become in the months since their first meeting, she explained that she'd decided to make him her personal servant as a reward for all of his faithful service. With his will totally sapped, Max was powerless to offer any response but an enthusiastic yes.
Three more months had passed since that fateful day—and as much as Max had hoped his life would get a little easier as Alexandra's plaything, nothing could have been further from the truth. After liberating him from the lab and bringing him up to her chambers, the voluptuous amazon had stuffed him up her ass and never looked back. To add insult to injury, her gas was every bit as bad as Kali's, if not worse.
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Today, as usual, Max was woken up by a fart—a long, billowing gust that hit him square in the face, rousing him from another nightmare filled with gassy, big-butted women like his mistress. Early on in his time as her servant, he'd tried asking her, as carefully as he could, whether she'd ever consider letting him sleep somewhere else — like her cleavage, or her underwear drawer — but she'd always gently yet firmly insisted that his proper place was up her ass.
Unfortunately, even after a dozen weeks of constant proximity to the giant goth MILF's supernaturally productive asshole, his tolerance for her gas didn't seem to be getting any higher. The only thing it had given him, if he could even call it a gift, was the ability to discern what was behind this or that emission. If today's first fart was any indication, it seemed to be the work of all of Alexandra's usual favorites.
She'd spent most of the previous evening at a long state dinner with several of her top advisors and functionaries, and while Max hadn't been able to see anything from his place in her ass, the menu at these events rarely varied—beans, eggs, chili and cheese, all in inconceivably large quantities. By the end of the night, as always, House Juno's banquet hall had smelled like a broken septic system—and that smell had followed Max back to Alexandra's chambers. Feeling his mistress's rump tensing up for another release, the shrunken 19-year-old diligently pressed his face even further against the wrinkled ring of flesh at the center, mentally preparing himself to inhale as much of what followed as possible.
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As another eye-watering burst of gas exploded out into him, he forced himself not to turn away. Then, once his mistress had finished farting, he pursed his lips and pressed them against her hole for an appreciative kiss. Despite giving up any hopes of escape months ago, he still wanted to believe that he could use his proximity to Alexandra to influence her decision-making and potentially limit the harm done to his fellow men—but to do that, he knew he had to show his appreciation as frequently and feverishly as possible.
"Mmm," cooed Alexandra, clenching her cheeks around her shrunken servant. "Good morning, Max."
Hearing his mistress address him by name, Max offered her huge, filthy asshole several extra frantic kisses. With this simple gesture, she was affording him a degree of humanity now lost to the overwhelming majority of men worldwide. Despite everything she put him through, she still actually saw him as a person—and in the grand scheme of things, he knew that made him very, very lucky.
Satisfied with this display of submission, Alexandra rolled out of bed and shuffled over to her closet to get dressed. Before The Balancing, she might have started the day with a shower. Now, though, free from the absurd demands of patriarchal society, most women only bathed on very special occasions—and Alexandra was no exception. Shuffling a bra, panties, a dress and a corset up over her huge, sweaty curves, she ended up pressing Max even further into the crack of her ass.
By now, House Juno's original headquarters had ballooned from its original Victorian foundations into a sprawling palace complex, occupying most of what had once been the Ventus campus. The school cafeteria was now a stately banquet hall, appointed in the goths' characteristically opulent yet austere style, and it was here that Alexandra began her day—seated at the head of the room's long table, digging into a plate of cheesy omelets and beans. Meanwhile, down in her ass, Max continued to absorb the last of the previous night's farts and prepare for everything her breakfast would soon inspire.
"What's on the agenda today, Kali?" Turning to her second-in-command, now chief of the regime's infamous secret police, Alexandra chuckled to see the Indian amazon was already halfway done with her usual breakfast—a large bowl of shrunken men.
"The usual," said Kali, picking up a particularly terrified young man and swallowing him whole before letting out a huge, bassy burp. "Big thing is the council meeting."
"Ah, of course." Alexandra sighed. "I'd almost forgotten about that."
Of all the new responsibilities that came with being the leader of the female world, Alexandra liked her council meetings the least. Because the Juno Order had no elections or elected representatives, all of the regime's decisions and policies were now made by her and her council—but their meetings were frequently divided between hardliners like Kali and Vanessa, empathetic moderates like Heather and Ophelia, and wildcards like Hazel. She'd been dreading today's meeting — a referendum on whether men ought to have any rights at all in the eyes of the new government — all week.
"You're going to veto it, right?" Gulping another shrunken man into her mouth and stuffing another into the back of her pants to absorb an S.B.D. that quickly filled the dining room, Kali looked genuinely uncertain.
"I'm going to hear them out," said Alexandra, wrinkling her nose and smiling. "But I wouldn't be worried if I were you."
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As the voluptuous goth MILF cut another fart into her loyal servant's face, the smell was so bad that the other shrunken men on Kali's plate started to struggle even more intensely in discomfort. Bringing yet another handful of them up to her maw, the Indian amazon smiled. "Good."
Following breakfast and a very satisfying trip to the bathroom, Alexandra returned to her chambers to prepare for the council meeting. For previous historical leaders with a similar level of power, this might have involved reviewing relevant documents or practicing talking points—but for her, it meant rubbing one out with the help of her shrunken servant. With one hand on Max, pushing him all the way up into her greedy, gaping anus, and another hand on her clit, she had no trouble easily getting herself off at least three times in the course of the next thirty minutes—and letting loose with a series of especially heinous farts in the process.
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While the buxom matriarch edged herself closer to a fourth and final climax, Max was surrounded by the hot, slimy, unforgiving darkness of her rectum. Depending on how horny his mistress was feeling, he regularly found himself up here four or five times in a given day—especially when she invited one of her top lieutenants like Kali into her chambers to join in on the fun. Still, he wasn't getting any closer to enjoying it. At this point, he knew that his best bet was simply keeping his eyes shut and waiting for the release of being squeezed out.
When that release finally came, plunging him down into the icy water of Alexandra's toilet, he tried to look on the bright side. At least this time, nothing else seemed to be joining him in the bowl. Treading water and looking up at his smiling mistress, he forced a smile—and when she smiled back, some small part of him felt genuinely good. Whether he liked it or not, he was well aware that these little moments of warmth were as close as he'd likely get to real human connection ever again.
"Alright, Max," said Alexandra, bending down and fishing him out of the toilet before stepping over to the sink to wash him off. "This meeting is especially important. So I'm going to need your tongue working overtime down there. Got it?"
"G-got it," said Max, teeth still chattering from the frigid toilet water. "H-hey, uh... M-Mistress?"
"Yes, Max?" Alexandra smiled. She loved it when her servant worked up the courage to attempt conversation.
"T-this meeting later..." Unable to hold his mistress's gaze for long without wincing, Max averted his eyes. "The one about giving men some rights again... what if-"
"Hold that thought, dear," said Alexandra, bringing her shrunken servant around to her rump—just in time to absorb the full brunt of yet another fart.
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"Sorry." Pulling Max back up to eye level, Alexandra couldn't help giggling at the dazed expression on his face. "What were you saying before?"
"I..." Looking at the clock on the wall, Max sighed. "N-nothing, Mistress. You should probably put me back up there. You're going to be late."
Alexandra beamed. "Good boy."