By: maximally
Rubbing his eyes and taking another look around, Max immediately got several clues about his current location. To his right was a huge flatscreen TV hooked up to a half-dozen gaming consoles, current and retro. To his left were several bookshelves packed with manga and steamy-looking romantasy books. Behind him, above a navy blue couch covered in more empty Red Bulls and crumpled-up classwork, two huge posters of Mount Lady from My Hero Academia and D.Va from Overwatch loomed like giant billboards. Putting all of this together, it didn't take a genius to figure out that he had woken up in House Minerva—the sorority known to everyone else at Ventus as the "Nerd House."
If the jocks in House Diana were the strongest girls on campus, and the e-girls in Fortuna were the hottest, the nerds in Minerva were quite easily the smartest. They dominated every serious field of study, boasted some of the school's best and brightest alumni, and, as a direct result of their relentless course loads, were also frequently some of the slobbiest and least sexually active young women around. Most spent all their waking hours either obsessively cramming for classes or immersing themselves in their favorite games and anime, leaving little time for things like dating, partying, or good personal hygiene. In other words, despite their firmly established place in Ventus's top tier of well-funded, prestigious sororities, the majority of the house's undergrads were far from traditional collegiate popular girls. While they weren't nearly as bad as the straight-up femcels in House Prosperina, the general consensus was that they didn't get out much.
Realizing where he was, the freshly-shrunken freshman couldn't help feeling a little relieved. If he had any shot of finding a way back to normal, it would probably start with one of Minerva's many certified brainiacs—and in here, he didn't have to worry about overbearing jocks, kooky goths, bratty e-girls or fetid gooners. The only question now was whether to try venturing into the hall or stay put.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, before he could spend any more time trying to game the whole situation out, he heard a door opening on the other side of the room—and when he turned around, he felt a brief, possibly irrational surge of hope.
"...Zoe?" Staring up at the giant, blue-haired freshman in the doorway, Max could hardly believe his luck. Somehow, out of all the girls in House Minerva, the first person to run into him was his favorite Intro to Biology classmate.
"Holy crap," said Zoe, adjusting her glasses. "Max? Is that you?"
At 5'3" and 175 pounds, the Brazilian-American Comp Sci major was one of the shorter girls in House Minerva—but what she lacked in height, she more than made up in curves. This morning, even in her trademark aggressively functional nerd gear and blue Converse high-tops, she had every inch of her chubby, pear-shaped figure on full display—her round, perky, visibly braless breasts pushing her faded blue Mobile Suit Gundam t-shirt to its absolute limits, and her oversized black cargo pants doing next to nothing to obscure her wide hips, thick thighs and large, shapely rump. As she stepped into the common room, looming over her shrunken classmate like some huge, geeky, feminine Kaiju, it was impossible for Max to keep his eyes from going wide.
"Um, hello?" Zoe took a few more steps toward the coffee table, brushing a few stray hairs from her trademark blue undercut out of her eyes. "Can you hear me?"
"O-oh, um, y-yeah, sorry," Max stammered, suddenly remembering his nakedness and cupping both hands over his groin. His face burned as he realized just how close her face was to his tiny body—close enough that he could smell her morning breath, mingling with the warm, musky aroma of her skin. "It's me. M-Max, I mean."
"Wow..." Sitting in front of the table to put herself at Max's eye level, Zoe shook her head in disbelief. "This is crazy! How'd you get so small?"
"I don't know." Max shrugged. "the last thing I remember was going to a party last night with Zeke. Then I woke up like this."
"Really?" Zoe raised an eyebrow, her full lips pursing in thought. "Zeke was here last night, but I don't remember seeing you..."
Max's stomach twisted. Of course she remembered Zeke. His roommate was the kind of guy who left an impression—confident, charming, effortlessly cool. Meanwhile, Max had apparently been so forgettable that Zoe hadn't even noticed him at the party.
"Well, I think we both were," he muttered, trying not to sound too bitter. "I guess I was already pretty drunk by that point, though, because I can't remember anything."
"Or someone slipped something in your drink." Zoe put a finger to her chin. "Something strong."
"You think so?" Seeing that Zoe was already starting to game this out, Max felt somewhat reassured. While it didn't do much to narrow down the cause of his current predicament, having some direction was better than nothing. "D-do you have any idea what it could have been?"
"No clue," said Zoe, frowning. "Vee might know. She's my dorm mother... but I dunno how she'd feel about you being in here."
The room fell silent. Max swallowed hard, suddenly hyper-aware of just how vulnerable he was—naked, three inches tall, and completely at the mercy of a girl he barely knew. Zoe, meanwhile, bit her lip, her brown eyes darting between him and the door as if weighing her options.
"Do you..." She blushed. "Do you maybe wanna come back to my room? I-I mean, just until we can figure out how to get you back to normal."
Max's heart leapt. "Y-yeah! Sure!"
"Great!" Zoe's face lit up, her earlier nervousness melting away into a shy smile. "I guess the easiest way to do this is..." She bent forward, her t-shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of soft, tan stomach, and extended her hand. "I can, like, carry you there?"
Max hesitated for only a second before nodding. "I... o-okay. That works."
"Cool." Zoe's palm was warm and slightly damp—whether from nerves or the lingering heat of her bed, he couldn't tell—as he stepped onto it and sat down. The sensation of her skin against his bare body sent a jolt through him, and he had to force himself not to squirm.
"A-alright," Zoe murmured, her cheeks flushing as she carefully curled her fingers around him. "Hang on."
With that, she stood, lifting him into the air in one smooth motion. The sudden movement made Max's stomach lurch, and he instinctively grabbed onto her thumb for balance. From this new vantage point, her chest was right there—her round, heavy breasts swaying slightly with each step and straining against her shirt. The faint scent of her body wash — something sweet and fruity — mixed with the muskier undertones of sleep and sweat, creating an intoxicating aroma that made his head spin.
"O-oh, wow..." he breathed before he could stop himself.
Zoe glanced down, brow furrowing. "Huh?"
"N-nothing!" Now fully blushing, Max forced himself to look anywhere but his classmate's boobs. "Y-your hands are just really... soft!"
"Oh!" said Zoe, blushing even redder right back. "Uh... thanks!"
Luckily, Zoe's room was only a short walk down the hall. Un-luckily, just a few steps from her door, her formidable 6'4", 300-pound dorm mother, Veronica Maxwell, emerged from the bathroom. The towering Black woman's sharp brown eyes locked onto Zoe instantly, and the blue-haired freshman froze like a deer in headlights.
Thinking fast, Zoe did the only thing she could—she curled her hand around Max and shoved him down the back of her pants.
"Oh, hey, Vee!" she chirped, forcing a grin as she turned to face her dorm mother. The sudden pressure of Max's tiny body wedged between her cheeks made her breath hitch, but she powered through. "How's it going?"
Veronica's gaze narrowed. "Good morning, Cruz." Her voice was smooth but edged with suspicion. "Am I interrupting something?"
"Huh? Oh, y'know. Just, heh, had an itch!" Zoe laughed nervously, scratching her butt exaggeratedly—and very deliberately not dislodging Max in the process. The sensation of him squirming against her skin sent an unexpected thrill through her, and she had to bite her lip to keep from reacting. "I guess I gotta start wiping better or something."
Meanwhile, totally enveloped by Zoe's big, soft cheeks and already drowning in sweat, Max couldn't help agreeing. While he'd always had a thing for girls with big butts, and he'd always dreamed of getting up close and personal with a girl like Zoe, being trapped down here was something else entirely. The overwhelming pressure, heat and smell of her ass was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before—and not entirely in a good way.
Veronica scowled. "Excuse me?"
"Sorry," Zoe giggled, shifting her weight from foot to foot. The movement made her rear jiggle slightly, grinding Max even deeper into the crevice between her cheeks. "Probably TMI."
"Quite." Veronica shook her head, her massive frame blocking most of the hallway. "Well, carry on."
"C-cool, later Vee!" Zoe practically sprinted to her room, only exhaling once the door was safely shut and locked behind her. "Phew! That was close."
"Uh, Z-Zoe?" Max's muffled voice came from the back of her pants, strained and breathless. "Little help down here?"
"Huh? Oh, crap!" Zoe's eyes widened as she yanked her pants down just enough to fish him out. His tiny body was slick with sweat, his face flushed bright red as he gasped for air. "Sorry about that!" she said, laughing nervously as she placed him on her desk. "I just didn't want Vee to see you. I guess that was kinda, uh, weird..."
"N-No, it's okay," Max lied, still trying to catch his breath. Part of him—a part he wasn't ready to examine too closely—had definitely enjoyed it. "I-it happens."
Both freshmen fell into an awkward silence, their faces burning. Max forced himself to look anywhere but Zoe's chest, letting his eyes wander around her room. On Zoe's side of the space, he noted several shelves filled with manga and comics, a big poster of Zero Suit Samus and three prints of Lucario, Sailor Moon and Bulma from Dragonball. On the other side, noticeably heavier on the color black, there were two more shelves stacked with games, a desk covered in big, dense math textbooks, and three posters for Serial Experiments Lain, Bloodborne and Nier: Automata. The whole space smelled faintly of vanilla body spray and the lingering musk of two nerdy girls who spent a little too much time indoors.
"So, uh..." Zoe plopped down in her desk chair, trying not to think about how good it had felt to have her cute little classmate trapped in her butt. "I guess our best bet here is to find a way to show you to Veronica. But it can't be in here."
"Why not?" While Max knew he didn't have much room to get upset about this, it was hard to hide his impatience.
Zoe shrugged. "We're not allowed to have boys in the dorm, remember? Not unless there's a party."
Max sighed. "But I'm already—"
"I know, but, like... Veronica's a hard-ass like that. If she found you in here, you'd probably get expelled." Zoe grimaced. "Or worse."
Remembering his earlier impressions of the buxom dorm mother, Max tried not to dwell on what her definition of "worse" might be. "Okay. So, where would we go, then?"
Zoe tapped her fingers against her thigh, thinking. "Hmm... we could sneak you into the chem lab. Or one of the classes she TAs for. Or maybe—"
Before she could finish, a sharp knock at the door made both of them jump.
"Hello?" came a muffled voice from the hallway. "Zoe? Are you in there?"
"Oh, crap," whispered Zoe, looking down at her tiny classmate and wincing. "I think that's my mom!"
"Your mom?" said Max, eyes widening.
"It's Parents' Weekend, remember?"
"That's this weekend?" Max groaned. "Shit..."
"Yeah..." Hearing another knock at the door, Zoe grimaced. "I thought she wasn't coming until tomorrow."
"Querida?" The voice behind the door sounded increasingly impatient—and unaccustomed to being kept waiting. "Você está aí?"
"Uh, u-um segondo, Mamãe!” Turning back to Max, the bespectacled freshman blushed again. "I'm really sorry, dude, but I think you gotta go back in my pants for a sec."
Still shaking off his brief imprisonment in Zoe's ass, Max took a step back from the edge of the desk. "You're that worried about your mom seeing me?"
"She's just very…" Remembering all the potential boyfriends and first loves that her overbearing mother had already scared away from her back in high school, Zoe sighed. "Demanding. Especially with guys." She allowed her eyes to wander below her tiny classmate's waist, long enough for him to notice. "Also, you're naked."
"Oh," said Max, looking down and instinctively cupping his hands back over his groin. "Right."
"Yeah." Zoe giggled. "I dunno if this is the best way for you to meet her."
"I-isn't there somewhere else you could put me? Like, a drawer or something?"
"I..." Zoe hesitated. Then, before she could do anything to hide her tiny classmate, the door swung open behind them — the heavy-duty doorknob and lock kicked clean through — and her hulking, 6'5", 350-pound mother stepped into the room. Ducking behind Zoe's laptop, Max swallowed hard.
If Zoe was curvy, her mother, Rosa, was on a completely different level. A multi-millionaire retiree at 44 after a highly-lucrative two-decade career as Rio De Janeiro's most in-demand professional dominatrix, the Afro-Brazilian bombshell still positively glowed with raw feminine power — from her proud, regal face to her huge, Q-cup breasts to her couch-flattening ass — and her current outfit of a low-cut red cashmere sweater, tight black leather designer jeans and red stiletto heels did nothing to hide it. From the three-inch freshman's shrunken perspective, she looked like nothing short of an all-powerful goddess—and not a terribly merciful one.
"Zoe Maria Cruz!" said Rosa, hands on her hips. "Onde você estava?!"
"Oh, uh, olá Mamãe!" said Zoe, smiling awkwardly. "Desculpe-me, eu..."
"Don't you 'desculpe' me, querida." Crossing her thick, muscular arms, Rosa scowled. "Did you see my texts? I was waiting downstairs for an hour before your dorm mother told me you were still in your room."
"S-sorry." Shrinking under her intimidating mother's intense glare, the blue-haired freshman smiled sheepishly. "I had a pretty late night, I guess I slept through my alarms."
"Up late studying, I assume?" Scanning the empty cans and half-finished coursework littering Zoe's desk, Rosa's scowl became a frown. "You know this school isn't cheap. Just because you don't have loans, it doesn't mean you can slack off. I didn't spend twenty years working my bunda off for you to..." When her eyes fell upon the tiny, naked young man hiding behind her daughter's laptop, she stopped. "What in the..."
"What?" Following her mother's gaze to her desk, Zoe blushed bright crimson. "OH! That's Max. He's just-"
"Just what?" Stepping up and leaning over the desk, Rosa eyed the shrunken freshman like an errant bug. "Is he the reason you slept in?"
By this point, it was abundantly clear to Max that whatever happened from here was thoroughly beyond his control. Standing in the shadow of the buxom Brazilian MILF, all he could do was try to avoid staring at her truly colossal breasts. Compared to her, his cute, curvy classmate was just some kind of minor demigoddess.
"N-no! H-he's just a friend!" Beside her mother, Zoe seemed to be doing her best to de-escalate. "I-it's not what it looks like-"
"Do you think I'm stupid, querida?" Eyes fixed on Max, Rosa shook her head. "You think I don't know what it means when a girl your age has a naked man in her room? A naked pequeno?"
Before Zoe could react, her mother reached down and snatched Max up in one of her huge, immaculately manicured hands. Stunned by the feeling of being picked up by yet another giant woman, Max could barely muster the strength to struggle as the towering Brazilian matriarch brought him up to her heavily made-up face.
"You know how many of my old clients used to pay me to do stuff like this?" Ignoring her daughter's increasingly desperate attempts to grab away the tiny man in her hands, Rosa cocked a perfectly-threaded eyebrow and drew him even closer. "How many guys like this I've had up my bunda over the years? Enough to know they're nothing but a bunch of pervertidos!"
"Mom!" Zoe covered her ears, trying not to picture her mother performing any such acts. "How many times do I have to tell you I don't want to hear about your... hang on, did you say you've seen guys like this before?"
"Of course!" Rosa scoffed. "It's just shrinking serum. The good stuff, too, from the look of it."
"P-please," stammered Max, "Mrs. Cruz, I-I know what this looks like, but…"
"It's just Miss Cruz," offered Zoe, still trying to defuse her mother's fiery temper. "Her and my dad don't-"
"He can speak for himself," said Rosa, still focused on her daughter's apparent tiny beau. "So, tell me, pequeno. If it's not what it looks like, what were you doing in here with my Zo-Zo?"
"I-I was just trying to find someone who could help me get big again," said Max, holding his breath as the massive woman brought him closer to her full lips. "I… y-you've got to believe me. I woke up like this in the common room, Zoe came in and offered to bring me back to her room. Then you came in. That's it. B-but if you know what this stuff is, maybe-"
"Que merda." Rosa rolled her eyes. "If I had a nickel for every time I heard that one... I'd have, what, ten dollars?"
"He's telling the truth, Mom." Zoe frowned.
"And you believe this?" Rosa sighed. "Querida, I love you, but you're so naive sometimes. This little estranho dosed himself, and now he's in here trying to get in your pants!"
Once again, Zoe couldn't help blushing. "Mom! That's not, h-he's not..."
"Silêncio." The voluptuous Brazilian mother held up a finger. "Zoe Maria, you might not realize it right now, but your mama is about to save you from making a big mistake."
"W-what are you going to do with-" Before Zoe could finish, Rosa hiked down her pants, lowered Max over her cavernous asscrack—and then dropped him in!
"MOM!" Watching her tiny classmate disappear into her imposing mother's rump, the blue-haired freshman went redder than ever. "What are you doing?!"
"What does it look like?" Rosa scoffed. "I'm giving him exactly what he wants."
For Max, the experience of being trapped between the giant woman's huge, maternal cheeks was beyond overwhelming. He was surrounded by warm, smooth, sweaty, stinky flesh, and every time he struggled, it just seemed to pull him deeper. It was like her ass had a gravity all her own—and he had just entered her inescapable orbit.
"Oh, sí!" moaned Rosa, hiking her pants back up and feeling her tiny captive movements growing more and more frantic. It had been several years since the last time she'd done any "size-play"—and she'd forgotten how much she used to love it. "Meu Deus, he's a feisty one!"
"Mom!" Zoe was horrified. "T-that's… you can't do that to him!"
"Don't worry, querida." The curvaceous, mature woman offered her daughter a knowing smirk. "I'll be gentle. Gentler than he'd have been with you, at least."
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From Max's perilous position in Rosa's ass, the sound of her fart alone was almost deafening—and the smell was even worse. Clearly, her colossal rump wasn't just for show, and the digestive system attached to it was a thing of raw and terrible power. As he felt the rancid remains of the giant MILF's breakfast soaking into his lungs, he tried to convince himself that this was better than suffocating—but the more he breathed, the harder that was to believe. Still, with no way out of her huge, planet-sized cheeks, he could only sit back and accept it.
"Whew!" Rosa giggled. "Perdoe-me!"
"Mom! Eww!" Covering her nose and mouth, Zoe backed toward the door. "P-please let him out—h-he's gonna suffocate down there!"
Seeing the look of clear distress on her daughter's face, Rosa softened her gaze. "Querida, listen. Your little friend will be just fine. I used to do this for a living, remember? I know exactly how much he can take down there." Giving her ass a playful slap and feeling her tiny captive struggle again, the giant former dominatrix smiled. "Really, he'll be much better off with me."
"B-but," Zoe stammered, "what about getting him back to normal?"
"Well," Rosa chuckled, "That's the thing. He's not going back to normal. Not with whatever he got dosed with."
Hearing this, wedged deep between the voluptuous giantess's cheeks, Max felt his heart sink. If what Zoe's mom said was true, he was going to be stuck like this forever. Worse, he was going to be stuck like THIS—trapped in Rosa's ass. He'd known her less than fifteen minutes, and already, he could see no end to her cruelty.
Zoe looked similarly distraught, although she had a lot more experience dealing with her mom's immovable negotiation style—and as much as she didn't want to admit it, part of her was already starting to come to terms with where this was going. "W-what are you going to do with him, then?"
Rosa smirked. "Take him home, of course!"
"Oh…" Zoe's face fell.
"Oh, querida, it's okay." Leaning down, the imposing mother wrapped her considerably smaller daughter up in a big, warm hug. "I know you're upset, but you're not here to look after some shrunken pervertido."
"B-but..."
"Shhh." Rosa patted her daughter's head. "Trust me. Someday, you're gonna thank me for this. Now..."
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Stepping back and waving a hand in front of her face, the buxom amazon chuckled. "Where's your banheiro?"
Watching her mother smugly sauntering out of her room, leaving her alone with the remains of her latest fart, all Zoe could do was sigh. Maybe, if she'd been able to introduce her first collegiate crush under better circumstances, this whole situation could have played out differently. Of course, she knew there was no sense in getting stuck on that now. What Rosa wanted, Rosa got—and today, the thing she'd wanted was Max.
***
One year later...
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As usual, Max woke up to his goddess's ass expelling a fresh gust of morning gas in his tiny face. It was a relatively small fart for her, but a fart nevertheless—and thus a gift, worthy of his gratitude. Knowing what was expected of him, he pressed his tiny face against her huge, rancid asshole and began to frantically plaster it with kisses.
"Mmm," purred Rosa. Reclining on her stomach, draped in the luxuriously soft silk sheets of the king-sized bed in her Beverly Hills villa, she was the epitome of power and opulence. "Bom dia, pequeno. I didn't say stop, though…"
Feeling his goddess playfully clenching her cheeks around his tiny form — and knowing what else those cheeks could do to him if he started getting any funny ideas about disobeying her again — he pressed his face even deeper against her giant, warm, sweaty, brown hole.
"That's better," said Rosa, grabbing her phone from its charging place on her nightstand and idly scrolling through her notifications. "My, my, look what day it is! Happy anniversary, pequeno."
Behind her, all Max could do was keep kissing. He'd lost track of time long ago, his mind and body worn down from unending months of his goddess's relentless domination.
"Oh, look at that!" Giving her cheeks another clench around her butt slave, Rosa cooed with delight. "Zeke's taking Zoe to a concert for their anniversary next weekend." Exhaling contentedly, she set the phone back down. "Que doce! The only question now is how long he's gonna wait to pop the question..."
Face still pressed firmly against the giant MILF's equally giant pucker, Max couldn't help sighing. Shortly after Rosa had turned him into her full-time butt slave, she'd been delighted to inform him that her daughter had started dating his old roommate. In just a few short weeks, the two seemed to be madly in love—to the point that Zeke even joined Zoe and Rosa for Christmas down in LA.
"Mmm... such a fine young man," said Rosa, smirking. "And handsome, too! Don't you agree, pequeno?"
Again, Max just gritted his teeth and kept kissing his goddess's pillowy asshole. The first few times she had brought him out in Zoe's presence during her daughter's visits back home, his former classmate still seemed pretty uncomfortable with the whole situation. She'd shoot him sympathetic looks whenever her mother wasn't looking and often pushed her to go easier on her new "servo,"... but by the end of the semester, she seemed to be getting used to it. Soon enough, whenever Zoe caught Rosa peeling him out of her shoe after a run or dropping him into the back of her underwear on the way out to dinner, she'd just roll her eyes and laugh like it was all some big family inside joke. Zeke seemed to find the whole thing just as hilarious, too.
It was like none of them even saw him as a human being anymore. To add insult to copious injury, when Max's family finally tracked him down a few weeks after the New Year, they were so disgusted by what they found that they decided to let his goddess keep him. In retrospect, that was the final blow to his already fragile sense of self-worth: the moment he realized the world was still going without him and he was never going back.
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"Ufa!" Rosa chuckled, giving her hips a playful shake. "Hold on, pequeno... I think there's more where that came from!"
As another of his goddess's farts rushed into his face, Max simply closed his eyes and resumed his duties. The last twelve months had been an endless cycle of gas, sweat, and several even more unpleasant things... but deep down, some part of him was starting to accept it. Whether he liked it or not, he was finally free from all his foolish, doomed fantasies about the "best four years of his life." Now, he knew with absolute certainty that there wouldn't be any more college parties or cute young girls in his future. He'd never have a girlfriend, or a job, or a career, or a family. His whole world was his goddess's ass—and as long as he did as he was told, he knew she'd take care of the rest.