By: maximally
PART 1
Rubbing his eyes and taking another look around, Max immediately got several clues about his current location. To his right were several plush pastel bean bag chairs covered in trendy fashion magazines. To his left was what looked like the remains of someone's social media photoshoot — a tripod, a ring light and two shopping bags filled with a mix of designer clothes and cosplay outfits. Behind him, mounted above a few plush pink couches covered in crushed-up White Claw cans and empty vape cartridges, four huge posters of Kylie Jenner, Addison Rae, Pokimane and Belle Delphine loomed over the whole room like giant billboards. 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 Fortuna—the sorority known to everyone else at Ventus as the "Hot Girl House."
If the jocks in House Diana were the strongest girls on campus, and the nerds in Minerva were the smartest, the e-girls in Fortuna were quite easily the hottest—and, frequently, the most vapid and self-centered. A mix of aspiring content creators, Twitch streamers and OnlyFans models, many of them already boasted followings in the hundreds of thousands as freshmen, and the overwhelming majority came from families rich enough to bribe away their often-abysmal grades. This gave them an unpleasant tendency to act like teenage goddesses sent to live amongst mere mortals, which only seemed to heighten their appeal to most of their male (and female) classmates. In other words, they were a bunch of inaccessibly hot mean girls—they lived hard, they partied hard, and, more than any other house, they got laid a lot.
Realizing where he was, the freshly shrunken freshman wasn't sure how to feel. If he had any shot of finding a way back to normal, he struggled to imagine that it would start with the single most air-headed group of young women at Ventus. Then again, at least in here, he didn't have to worry about overbearing jocks, horny nerds, kooky goths, or fetid gooners. Maybe, if he could find a member of the house with a sufficiently large following, she could use her platform to raise awareness or crowdsource a cure for his condition—assuming, of course, that he could also convince her that he was worth her time.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, before he could spend any more time trying to game the whole situation out, he heard the door open on the other side of the room—and when he turned around, his eyes went wide.
"Bella?"
Staring up at the supernaturally voluptuous Black senior in the doorway, Max knew there was no mistaking her for anyone else. This was the Bella Hart — A.K.A. "Big Booty Bella" — House Fortuna's highest-followed current resident and one of the internet's most popular adult models. She looked exactly like her longtime OnlyFans profile picture: the same cotton candy pink French braids, the same big green eyes framed by thick lashes and heavy eyeliner, the same pink sports bra straining against her Double-D breasts, and the same pristine pink and white Air Jordan 1s. Of course, all of that was just set dressing compared to the main attraction — her thick, thunderous thighs and the absolutely colossal ass that had made her famous, currently pushing her pink Big Booty Brand basketball shorts to their absolute limits. After seeing her iconic rump thousands of times online, it looked even bigger in person—especially since it was now roughly ten times his size.
Unfortunately, judging by the visible lack of sleep on Bella's striking face — her puffy eyelids, the smudged mascara, the faint crust of drool at the corner of her glossy lips — she was not having the best morning. Shuffling into the common room with the grace of a concussed rhinoceros, she looked just as hungover as Max felt—and that was saying something. Hopefully, he thought, that wouldn't affect her reaction to his presence.
"Hey!" Even shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice barely carried to the other side of the room. "Bella!"
When the curvy internet star's eyes wandered to the coffee table, her expression shifted from hazy discomfort to clear annoyance. "Ugh," she sneered, sizing Max up like an errant bug. "Again? The fuck's wrong with you guys?"
Before the shrunken freshman could react, Bella stepped over and scooped him up. Feeling the giant senior's fingers closing around him, he went limp. The sensation of being picked up so effortlessly by someone so much bigger was simultaneously terrifying and strangely exciting.
"Hello?" Bella scowled, bringing him eye-level with her cleavage. "Can you hear me?"
Face-to-face with a woman he'd been jacking off to since her first viral twerk video, Max couldn't help blushing. Her proximity was overwhelming — the heat of her breath, the jiggle of her chest as she shifted her weight, the way her sports bra creaked under the strain of her movements. "I... y-yeah? H-hi..."
"Yeah, hi," said Bella, rolling her eyes so hard her false lashes fluttered. "Lemme guess. You're a huuuge fan, you got one of your virgin buddies to sneak you in here, and now you're 'at my service' or some shit like that?" She air-quoted with her free hand, her bangle bracelets clattering like wind chimes.
Max swallowed hard. Clearly, Bella had mistaken him for one of her rabid gooner followers — the kind who flooded her DMs with AI-generated fantasies about being crushed under her sneakers or fermented in her gym socks. Based on the way she'd just attempted to sum him up, it sounded like this was a familiar situation. "Um... n-no? Y-you've s-seen guys like me before?"
"You really think you're the first guy to try some shit like this?" Bella scoffed, her nostrils flaring. "You're, like, the third one this semester!"
"R-really?" Max's eyes went wide. If what Bella was saying was true, his odds of getting back to normal suddenly didn't feel so bad. "T-that's great!"
"I dunno about 'great.'" The giant influencer's full lips curled into a smirk. "I mean, you guys usually make me SUPER gassy."
"O-oh..." Max blinked, hoping this was just some kind of very deadpan joke. "S-so, with those last two guys... h-how did you grow them back?"
"Oh, bro." Bella grinned, revealing a row of flawless teeth. "Your buddies didn't give you the whole story on this stuff, did they?"
"S-story?" Clearly, Max thought, Bella was taking this whole thing a lot less seriously than he was. "Stuff?"
Bella's grin grew. "Shrinking serum! Shit's permanent, dude!"
Max went white. "P-permanent?!"
"Look," said Bella, already visibly over this whole interaction. "It seems like you got a pretty raw deal here... but the thing is, I really don't have time for this today. I've got a photoshoot in an hour, I'm still hungover as fuck, and my hair looks like shit. So, like, what are we doing here? You want me to sit on you? Step on you? Fart on you? Eat you?"
For a moment, Max seriously considered pinching himself just to make sure this wasn't all some kind of impossibly fucked up dream. After 18 years as a virgin, he never imagined his first experience getting propositioned by a girl would go like this. As attractive as Bella was, each of her suggestions sounded more horrific than the last. "D-don't eat me!"
"Okay, hold up." Looming over him like a very hungover goddess, Bella seemed completely unfazed by his pleas for mercy. Her free hand planted itself on her hip, making her shorts dig deeper into the crease of her ass. "I know you're scared or whatever, but you're really harshing my vibe right now. So I'm gonna need you to chill the fuck out real quick before I make you chill."
Rather than responding immediately, Max took a second to try and calm himself down. While he knew that none of this would start feeling normal any time soon, it seemed like his survival was suddenly tied to staying on Bella's good side—which already appeared to be no easy task.
"That's better," she said, reaching behind her gigantic rump with her free hand and pulling down the back of her basketball shorts. The fabric stretched obscenely as she peeled it away from her skin, revealing a glimpse of neon-green thong elastic and the glistening canyon between her cheeks. "Now, I'm gonna put you up my ass for a bit while I start getting ready. 'Kay? Kay."
As Bella brought Max behind her back, he got his first real-life glimpse of her naked booty in all its unfiltered glory. At his newfound size, it was an awe-inspiring and deeply intimidating sight—unbelievably wide and round, with a crack that looked big enough to swallow him whole. Against his better judgement, part of him found the prospect of going in very, very arousing.
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"Ugh." Bella groaned, her cheeks clenching reflexively. "Hope you're one of those fart guys, 'cause there's way more where that came from."
While Max was well aware that Bella's big booty wasn't just for show, it didn't do anything to lessen the intensity of this particular fart. Overwhelmed by the sudden gust of warm, stinky gale-force wind from the giant internet star's ass, the three-inch tall freshman was left coughing and spluttering for breath. It was quite easily the worst thing he'd ever smelled in his entire life, a miasma so potent it felt alive, squirming into his lungs with malicious intent.
"Guess that answers that question," said Bella, seemingly amused by his stunned reaction. "Anyway, in you go."
As he felt himself being forced down between the giant, curvy senior's sweaty, brown buttcheeks, Max was paralyzed with fear and excitement. Bella's ass was so huge that it was almost impossible to struggle against—and the deeper he got, the more futile any resistance seemed to feel. Then, as his new captor stood up and hiked her panties and shorts back over her ass, he was pushed straight toward her asshole—which, thanks to the career she'd made putting things up it, was absolutely huge.
Meanwhile, Bella left the common room and headed upstairs. Because Fortunans got their room assignments according to follower counts, she had the best one in the whole house—a sprawling corner suite with floor-to-ceiling windows, a king-sized bed draped in faux-fur throws, a giant curved flatscreen TV playing her own TikTok compilations on mute, two couches, three floor-length mirrors, a makeup table and two separate walk-in closets for all of her clothes and shoes. Even in a sorority well-known for having excessively plush accommodations, her space seemed to have much more in common with a luxury hotel than a dorm—and it was nearly three times the size of Max's room. Of course, for Bella, that wasn't saying much. It was still decidedly downscale compared to the seven-bedroom Miami penthouse she'd bought in cash the summer after her sophomore year.
Back in her room, she found that her playmate from the previous evening — a doe-eyed blonde sophomore with a follower count Bella could quadruple with a single repost —had already left. The only evidence of Bella's latest "collab" was a heart-shaped pink note on the bed with "Snap me <3 " written in flowing red script. Seeing this, the voluptuous senior chuckled. While it was fun to mess around with girls like this, who hung on her every word and treated her like a queen, sometimes she found their desperate enthusiasm a little tiresome.
Pulling out her phone and tapping into Snapchat, she stepped up to the floor-length mirror beside her bed, flashed a peace sign and hiked her butt out for the camera.
"Morning, baby," she purred, blowing a kiss. Her voice shifted into her trademark sultry drawl, the one she reserved for paywalled content. "Last night was fun. Just found another shrunken guy in my common room. Gonna see how long he lasts in my ass."
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Down in the giant influencer's crack, face-to-face with her equally giant asshole, Max took her second big fart of the day head-on. This one was substantially louder, longer, wetter and even worse-smelling—and now, he was even closer to the action. Her asshole pulsed inches from his face, each sputter spraying him with microscopic droplets of something he dared not name. Firmly trapped between Bella's impossibly huge cheeks, he was completely and utterly helpless.
"Aw, man," Bella moaned, her voice dripping with faux sympathy. She bit her lip, exaggerating a shudder for the camera. "That was a GOOD one. Hope he can take it. Anyway, you going to that kegger at Diana later? Hit me back. Mwah!"
Hearing all of this, Max felt a deep chill of uncertainty. The prospect that Bella was treating his survival like some kind of game didn't do much to lessen his mounting fears. He was already wondering if he'd have been better off hiding under the table in the common room and waiting for someone else.
After blowing a kiss and hitting send on the video, Bella's face slackened back to its usual look of total apathy. "Alright," she said, stretching. "First things first..."
After blowing a kiss and hitting send on the video, Bella's face returned to its usual look of total apathy. "Alright," she said, stretching. "First things first... I need a shower."
As one of the reigning queens of House Fortuna, the beautiful black senior had the unique privilege of having her own ensuite bathroom. Boasting a jacuzzi bathtub, a walk-in shower with a custom-made marble bench seat, and a high-end Japanese toilet designed to weather even her most catastrophic dumps, it was every bit as luxurious as the rest of her on-campus accommodations. The shower was a personal favorite, smaller than the one she had at home but still big enough to fit her and at least four friends—which it often did.
"Fuck, that's better..." Bella sighed, cranking the water up to full blast and peeling her shrunken captive out of her ass. "Okay, fart boy. Here's your first test."
Dangling just a few tantalizing inches away from Bella's massive, perfect, naked breasts, Max could feel his face getting red. "T-test?"
Bella rolled her eyes. "For whether I wanna keep you or not. You're gonna help me get washed up. Kay?"
"Oh, w-well... I-" Before Max could finish his sentence, the giant influencer was already bringing him back down to her ass. Then, she started scrubbing. Even with the help of all the water dripping down from the showerhead, there wasn't much to dilute the sheer funk factor of Bella's huge crack for the tiny freshman, especially when he was getting rubbed into it face-first over and over. Worse, while his brain was screaming that this was weird, uncomfortable and deeply humiliating, his dick was already starting to betray him. Within seconds, he was hard as a rock—and though Bella did nothing to acknowledge it, there was no way she couldn't notice.
"Good boy," she said, smirking. "Now..." Pressed even further into Bella's crack, Max once again found himself face-to-face with her colossal asshole. "Lick."
Staring down her massive pucker, Max froze. "W-what?!"
"You heard me," said Bella, squeezing her fingers around him in a way that was hard to read as anything other than a warning. "You wanna pass this test or not?"
Max gulped. While he had no interest in licking Bella's visibly-very-dirty asshole, he knew the alternative was probably getting eaten and squeezed out of it later. In the face of that reality, all he could do was stick out his tiny tongue and set to work.
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With his mouth wide open and nothing to lessen the impact, Max took the brunt of Bella's latest fart head-on. The smell — and taste — was even worse than the last two, and the humidity of the shower didn't help.
"Oooh," Bella cooed, "I think my ass likes you, bro! She's trying to kiss you back!" Giving her cheeks a playful clench around her new plaything, she giggled. "Just be careful. She's a real maneater."
As if on cue, Max felt her colossal asshole starting to pucker against his face—almost like it was trying to suck him in. Desperate to avoid getting swallowed by the giant influencer's career-making booty, he redoubled his efforts, licking even more frantically than ever—while trying to avoid dwelling on the thought that this was technically his first time kissing a girl. Then, after several excruciating seconds, Bella's anus seemed to relax a little—and the three-inch tall freshman breathed a massive, exhausted sigh of relief.
"I didn't say stop," said Bella, a fresh edge in her tone.
"S-sorry," Max stammered, pressing his face back against her hole. For about a minute after that, the only sounds in the bathroom were the showerhead, the drain, and his tiny, frantic tongue lapping against Bella's colossal hole. Then, finally, the giant senior relented.
"Alright, not bad," she said, pulling him away from her ass and placing him down on the tiled floor. "Now my feet. Same deal. Start licking."
Although Max was far less grossed out by the idea of licking Bella's feet, the task proved no less difficult at his new size. Looking up at the towering, colossal pair of soles in front of him, he got another daunting reminder of just how small he was. They were both big enough to squash him—and at least half a dozen people like him.
"Dude, come on," Bella sighed, rolling her eyes again. "I don't have all day."
Again, Max swallowed his pride and got to work. While the taste and smell of the giant girl's huge, ripe feet were significantly better than her asshole, that still wasn't saying much. Nonetheless, he persevered—and after a few more minutes of licking, Bella seemed satisfied.
"Okay," she said, scooping him up again and bringing him under her enormous armpits. "Now, my pits."
She didn't have to say what she wanted this time—by now, Max knew. Opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue, he allowed himself to go limp as the giant girl rolled him across her underarms like a stick of deodorant. The combination of sweat and body odor was nearly unbearable, but he knew he couldn't disappoint. Based on how this day was already unfolding, this was quite possibly his only shot at staying alive.
"Good," said Bella, bringing him over to a huge soap dispenser mounted to the shower wall. "Last thing."
Compared to the previous three stages of washing up, this one felt like a walk in the park. After lathering Max's three-inch tall form up with fragrant, sweet-smelling gel, Bella proceeded to rub him over every inch of her voluptuous body like a pint-sized sponge—from her perfectly round tits to her smooth, soft stomach, to her big, thick legs, to the warm, wet space between them.
Simultaneously shocked and enthralled by the surreal intimacy of the moment, feeling his tiny body pressed against the giant internet star's supple, flawless skin, Max was blushing harder than ever before. He knew he should be trying to focus on finding a way out of this situation. Instead, especially on the heels of all the unpleasantness Bella had just put him through, he allowed himself to get lost in the moment. By the time Bella's shower was over, he'd not-so-subtly cum several times—though his shrunken size made it unclear whether his new captor had noticed.
After toweling off and wrapping herself up in a bright pink bathrobe, Bella carried him back into the bedroom and set him down to dry on beside a formidable collection of dildos on her nightstand. Suddenly surrounded by a dozen massive silicon cocks, each easily twice his size, another chill of uncertainty overtook all the warm feelings the shower had left him with. Putting all the pleasantness of being Bella's sponge aside, the possibility that he might be joining her sex toy collection was still more than a little frightening—especially if he ever wanted to get back to normal.
"Alright," said Bella, sitting down at her makeup table. "I gotta start getting ready."
"Um... o-okay." As terrified as he was, Max was also curious — and maybe even a little excited — to see what the photoshoot would entail. "W-what's the shoot for, anyway?"
Bella smiled. "It's a femdom series for my OnlyFans."
"F-femdom?" Max eyes went wide. In any other context, appearing on one of Bella's OnlyFans posts would have sounded like one of his wildest teenage jerk-off fantasies come true. Now, though, staring up at her from his newly diminished perspective, it felt like a much less clear-cut dream scenario.
"You know," said the giant influencer, stepping over to her closet and starting to rifle around inside. "Crushing, facesitting, dirty talk." She flashed a grin. "Farts."
Max swallowed hard. "O-oh."
"Yeah. Ever since that Crystal chick started blowing up, it's all anyone wants." After several seconds of closet foraging, Bella emerged holding a pair of fishnet stockings, a spiked collar with matching bracelets and anklets, and a skimpy black leather harness that looked like it would leave her best assets totally exposed. "Honestly, kinda perfect timing that you showed up when you did."
Max went white. The idea that Bella's twenty million followers were about to see him humiliated at the hands — or rather, booty — of their favorite internet celebrity was equal parts mortifying and exhilarating. "I... yeah," he stammered. "I g-guess?"
"Good energy." Bella chuckled, strapping herself into her outfit. "Channel that."
Then, before the tiny freshman could ask any further questions, there was a knock at the door.
"That's probably my new photographer," said Bella, shaking her head. "My usual guy's sick." Turning toward the door, she raised her voice. "It's open!"
When the door swung open, Max's jaw dropped. Standing in the doorway was his stocky, fluffy-haired nerd of a roommate, Zeke. Clad his usual gray Ventus U sweats, Adidas slide sandals and a Star Wars T-shirt, the Mexican-American freshman was a far cry from Bella's usual crew. Nonetheless, somehow, here he was.
"Zeke?"
"Oh, shit!" When the comparatively giant young man noticed his tiny roommate, he smiled. "There you are, dude! Was wondering where you went last night."
"Yeah, me too." Max furrowed his brow, taken aback by Zeke's total lack of a reaction to his sudden loss in stature. "Were we here last night? At Fortuna? Did you see anyone putting anyone in my drink?"
"Can we do this later, guys?" Between them, Bella tapped her phone impatiently. "We're already running way behind. Photo Boy, c'mere."
"Hey, sure!" Zeke laughed nervously. "Sorry about that. Thanks again for the opportunity. So what's the game plan?"
"You're gonna take that camera over there," she said, pointing to an expensive DSLR on the couch, "and when I say go, you go. Think you can do that?"
"For sure," said Zeke, nodding and stepping over to the couch.
"Wait, Zeke," said Max, looking between his roommate and his giant captor and suddenly having a brief flash of clarity. "What if you and I just get out of here right now? Back to our room."
Picking up the camera, Zeke scowled. "Why would we do that? I would have thought you'd be all over this."
Max sighed. "I mean, like, in theory... but, like... wait, since when do you do photography?"
"Since always, man," said Zeke, putting an SD card into the camera and double-checking the lenses. "You just never asked. Anyway, you mind not fucking this up for me? I'm getting paid like two thousand dollars for like four hours of work!"
Max's stomach dropped. He knew that a couple thousand dollars was a pretty tempting amount of money for any college freshman. Still, he couldn't believe how fast his roommate was selling him out.
"And I'm already thinking about cutting it down to a thousand if we don't hurry this up," scoffed Bella. "Hang on, though… you're this dude's roommate?"
Zeke nodded. "That's me."
Bella raised an eyebrow. "You the one who shrank him?"
"Me?" Zeke looked over to his roommate then back to Bella. "No, I dunno what's up with that."
Between them, Max resisted the urge to groan. Zeke's sheer nonchalance about this whole situation was absolutely baffling.
"Alright, whatever." Shrugging, the giant influencer put down her phone and stood. "Let's do this."
"Sure," said Zeke, "sorry. Ready when you are."
"That's better," said Bella, picking up Max and bringing him over to the nearest couch. "Let's start with some stills."
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The next two hours were the longest and most humiliating of Max's life.
They started with an hour of ass-centric setups—Max kissing Bella's buttcheeks, then her asshole; several twerking videos featuring the giant black senior pulverizing the shrunken freshman under her giant, jiggling booty; Bella pressing Max's face right up into her asscrack, then clenching her huge cheeks together around him until he passed out; all followed by several more photos and videos of the giant influencer shoving him into her asshole. Zeke even got a video outtake where she accidentally sucked him all the way in, forcing her to shuffle into the bathroom and unceremoniously squeeze him out into the toilet.
Once she'd finished washing him off in the sink, they moved on to another hour of foot stuff. Over several dozen subsequent photos and videos, Max got to know every inch of Bella's soles and toes in even more excruciating detail than before—kissing them, licking them, and, of course, getting stepped on and crushed between them. While this was happening, his giant captor's only real challenge was preventing him from cumming every time she shoved her feet into his tiny form, in order to keep his painfully-erect member going for every setup. By the time they'd finally gotten through her shot list, the 18-year-old virgin had practically turned blue.
During the following hour, Bella went all-in on the shoot's femdom theme—teasing Max about how small and pathetic he was while subjecting him to a variety of increasingly-humiliating conditions. Grinding him against her ass and pussy, smothering him between her breasts, threatening to crush him under her feet and dangling him over her mouth, the voluptuous black senior repeatedly reminded her tiny captive that he was nothing but an insignificant bug and she was his goddess. Although Max consciously found the whole experience deeply uncomfortable, Bella was pleased to see that at least one part of him was still enjoying it quite a bit.
Finally, they concluded with an hour of videos for Bella's small but dedicated audience of fart fetishists. The first few clips were relatively simple — short videos of the bottom-heavy internet star sitting on her tiny costar and releasing a series of increasingly loud and smelly farts — but in the final half hour, things escalated dramatically. This culminated in the giant senior placing the shrunken freshman in a large glass jar, settling her legendary booty down on top of it and letting rip. Naturally, for Max, the results were beyond catastrophic. In a matter of seconds, his enclosure was completely filled with her gas—and by the end of his five-minute imprisonment, he was out cold.
"Was that everything you wanted to shoot?" Behind the camera, Zeke had done a magnificent job capturing every angle Bella wanted—and serenely ignoring his roommate's suffering.
"Yeah," said Bella, peeling her unconscious costar out of his glass prison and wrinkling her nose at the smell that came with him. "You can leave the camera. My editing guy's gonna come by for it."
"Cool!" Standing in the doorway, Zeke hesitated. "And, uh... in terms of, uh, payment..."
Bella rolled her eyes. "Check your CashApp later today."
"Sounds good." Taking one last look at his tiny, unconscious roommate, Zeke flashed a thumbs-up. "Th-thanks again!"
When he was gone, once again, Bella and Max were alone. Easing the tiny freshman back up her ass, the giant senior stripped off her harness and resumed her place in bed, scrolling through her feeds and trying to figure out what the rest of the night would bring.
PART 2
When Max woke up, he was surrounded by Bella's ass. Based on the subtle back-and-forth motion of the voluptuous influencer's hips, she seemed to be up and walking around somewhere—and beyond her huge cheeks, it sounded very, very loud. Remembering the Snap his giant captor had sent to her fuck-buddy earlier in the day, Max could only conclude that this was the House Diana keg party.
For Bella, gatherings like these were just a formality. As the uncontested queen bee of House Fortuna, she had some level of informal obligation to make an appearance at all of Ventus's hottest parties—especially now, with Crystal already gunning to take her place. Still, as tedious and low-stakes as campus events often were, it was never too much of an inconvenience. All she had to do was show up, have a drink or two, and select a girl to bring home and help her get off.
Tonight's gathering was one of the biggest she'd ever attended, a full-stop rager that took up every inch of House Diana's huge multipurpose room. There were at least several hundred people present, mostly girls—and just a few hours into the evening, most were already very drunk. The lights were low, a strobing mix of red, blue, purple, orange and green LEDs, the whole space smelled like weed, and the air was filled with the sounds of top 40 pop music and raucous laughter.
"Ohmigod, Bella!"
"Huh?" Hearing her name through the din of the crowd, the giant influencer turned and resisted the urge to grimace. "Oh, hey Crystal."
"Hiii," the short blonde freshman trilled, leaning in for a hug. Wearing her usual long sleeve pink and white shirt, blue booty shorts, white thigh-high socks and designer sneakers, with a face full of expensive makeup, she was unapologetically dressed to impress. "Sooo good to see you."
Forcing a smile, Bella accepted her upstart rival's hug—taking no pleasure in the fact that Crystal's hair smelled absolutely incredible. "Uh, yeah, you too."
"Wait, we GOTTA get a selfie." Clearly several drinks deep already, Crystal sounded even more grating than ever. "Our followers are gonna freak!"
"Oh, uh..." Before Bella could push back, her new housemate had already gotten her phone out and started snapping.
"Damn, girl," Crystal giggled, stooping down for a shot with her face just a few inches from the curvy senior's chest, "you're looking like a fucking SNACK tonight!"
Bella frowned. Just a month into their time under one roof, Crystal's arrival in House Fortuna was already proving to be a massive headache. While Bella still enjoyed a comfortable lead in total followers, the upstart freshman's meteoric rise showed no signs of slowing down any time soon—and if it kept going that way, it was entirely possible she would find herself eclipsed by the end of the semester. For now, of course, she was still the top dog of the house—but based on the sinister twinkle in Crystal's eyes whenever she saw her, she already seemed to be counting down the days until her ascension.
"Thanks," said the giant influencer, struggling not to cringe as Crystal pulled her in close for a final cheek-to-cheek selfie.
"Yassss!" Crystal squealed. "Ugh, we really gotta collab sometime. I mean, I'm right next door!"
"I know," said Bella, not needing any reminder about that. As the second most followed girl in the house, Crystal had been allowed to move right into one of the house's most luxe rooms — just one wall away from Bella — and had already proven herself to be quite the noisy neighbor, spending most nights hosting a rotating cast of friends and fuck-buddies. "Well... good to see you. I'm gonna go mingle."
"Already?" said Crystal, looking up from her phone. "Wait, can I get one more pic?"
"I-" Feeling the ditzy blonde crouching behind her for a final selfie with her famous booty, Bella sighed.
"Perfect." Crystal giggled. "Anyway, love ya, bitch!"
Watching the perpetually-irksome freshman disappear into the crowd, Bella shook her head. While both of them were pretty far from being regular, down-to-earth undergrads, there was something about Crystal that really didn't sit right with her. From the highlights Bella heard through their shared wall when the blonde 18-year-old was alone with her inner circle of friends and sycophants, her upbeat, bubbly demeanor masked a disturbing lack of empathy and serious anger problems.
Meanwhile, still buried down in her ass, Max was having one of the most surreal nights of his life. Of all the hot, popular e-girls in House Fortuna, few took up more space on his own feeds than Size Queen Crystal. He'd had a feeling that she and Bella probably knew each other well enough to say hello, but witnessing them talk was another thing altogether—the stuff of some kind of big, horny crossover episode.
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Relaxing her anus and letting out a little of the gas she'd been holding in during her exchange with her neighbor and feeling her tiny captive squirming around between her cheeks in response, Bella smiled. While the shrunken boy seemed to be holding up much better than any of her previous fans, he clearly was still not a fan of her farts. Not that she cared what he thought, of course. As far as she was concerned, he'd forfeited his person-hood as soon as he'd showed up in her common room.
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Feeling yet another of Bella's farts rippling into his face, Max gagged. So far, his second-ever college party was even more of a mixed bag than the first. Of course, at least this time, he was actually conscious—bu, based on how heavy his eyelids were getting after several lungfuls of Bella's gas, he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to keep that up.
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The next fart was so long and wet that Max swore he was going to suffocate—and yet, somehow, he didn't. Part of him was seriously starting to wonder if whatever he'd been dosed with had something to do with that, but he didn't have long to think before his captor's fumes finally got the better of him. Noticing her tiny butt-boy's struggles slowly coming to a stop, Bella gave her cheeks a final clench for good measure and went to refresh her drink. Then, she heard someone else calling her name.
"Yo, Bellaaaaa! Get your big booty over here!"
Turning around and coming face to face with a very familiar buxom redhead, Bella shook her head and smiled. "JJ, what is your fat old ass doing at this party?"
"Same thing as you, girl," said JJ, shaking her ample assets and grinning. "Tryna find a face to sit on!"
Watching JJ's ample chest jiggling, Bella couldn't resist a laugh. The only person on campus who gave Crystal any competition in terms of open and unapologetic toxicity was their dumpster fire of a dorm mother. A knockout valley girl, former top drama vlogger and the sole authority figure for House Fortuna since Bella's freshman year, Joy "JJ" Jubilance remained one of the most immature and irresponsible people that the bottom-heavy senior had ever met. Now, wearing her usual uniform of a crop top hoodie, yoga pants and Crocs, she looked like she'd just rolled out of bed—or maybe she was just that drunk already.
"Uh..." Beside them, a short, meek-looking young man wearing glasses and a sweater vest waved toward JJ. "E-excuse me, aren't you..."
"Yeah, it's me." Turning to Bella, JJ rolled her eyes and flashed a smirk. "They let anyone into these things now, huh?"
"Whoa!" The young man's face was glowing. "I'm a huge fan of your-"
"Thanks," said JJ, barely paying attention. "Listen, what's your name?"
"J-John," he said, blushing.
"Hey, Josh." JJ smiled. "You wanna do me a favor?"
John's eyes went wide. "I... yeah! Anything!"
"Cool," she said, "C'mere."
When John obediently stepped forward, the curvy dorm mother grabbed his head and dragged him around to the crack of her ass. With nothing but a thin pair of yoga pants to separate him from her plump rump, his face quickly disappeared between her big, doughy cheeks. Then, to add insult to injury, she pulled out her phone and started recording.
"Okey-dokey Josh," she giggled, winking for the camera. "Open wide!"
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Before John could wriggle free of JJ's commanding grasp, a massive, wet fart blasted out of her ass. Unable to escape her clutches and fighting the overwhelming urge to gag, he was left coughing and spluttering while the curvy redhead recorded every second of his humiliation for her millions of followers. Around them, several other girls turned and laughed, more than familiar with JJ's usual antics at campus parties.
"Ahhh," said JJ, releasing the terrified young man and turning her attention to her screen. "'Loser Gets Face Full of My Farts.' Aaand POST!"
Gasping for breath at her feet, too stunned for words, John simply lowered his eyes and retreated into the crowd—his online reputation tainted forever in the blink of an eye. Watching the shell-shocked little loser slink away in shame, JJ and Bella burst out laughing.
"Poor little perv," said Bella, shaking her head. "Hope he liked it."
"Could be worse." JJ shrugged. "Better than ending up as one of your little butt boys, right?"
Bella hesitated, genuinely taken aback. "...My little what?"
"Don't play dumb with me, B." JJ wiggled her eyebrows. "I see the packages you get in the mailroom. Little air holes poked in the top, big 'handle with care' stickers. How many shrunken guys have you got back there right now?"
As the sloppy redhead reached down to grope her butt, Bella winced. "Girl... we're in public!"
"Oooh," JJ giggled, her fingers brushing up against the outline of Max's still-unconscious form, "I think I found one!" Feeling her stomach gurgling again, she grinned. "Perfect timing... you mind if I borrow him for a sec?"
Bella scowled. Her dorm mother was already a lot to handle sober, but alcohol really didn't do her any favors. "Yes, JJ. I do mind."
"Okay..." Again, JJ wiggled her eyebrows. "Then how about we twerk for him?"
"What?"
"I said..." Standing up and staggering a little, JJ extended a finger in Bella's direction. "I challenge YOU to a twerk-off. Winner gets your butt boy."
"I..." Bella sighed. While she wasn't a fan of stooping to these kinds of challenges, she got the feeling that it was going to be a lot easier than whatever kind of scene JJ would make if she said no. "Fine."
Grinning wider than ever, JJ turned and nodded toward the DJ in the corner. Instantly, a popular dance track started thumping, and a small crowd began to gather around the two curvaceous internet stars.
"Hey, everybody!" shouted JJ, raising her hands and striking a pose. "Who wants to see the two baddest bitches at Ventus throw some ass?"
Beside her, Bella was already regretting her decision—but based on the number of catcalls and cellphone flashes all around them, the crowd was loving every second of it. Ecstatic at the prospect of seeing the house's two biggest butts going at each other, they roared with approval.
"Alright," said JJ, nodding again to the DJ. "Spin that shit!"
"Three... two... one..." All around them, a countdown sound effect blared from House Diana's expensive speaker system. "GO!"
With that, Bella and JJ were off—gyrating their big, jiggling butts to the beat of the music.
As two of the internet's most-followed personalities — who had each built a significant portion of their personal brands off of their well-above-average asses — they were both no strangers to twerking. As a freshman and sophomore, Bella had won several competitions on campus. JJ wasn't any slouch, either. For everyone watching, the sight was downright hypnotic.
While this was happening, down in Bella's ass, Max was finally starting to shake off his captor's last barrage of farts—only to find his huge, jiggling prison engulfed in a massive ass-quake. Paired with the lingering smell of Bella's massive asshole, and the considerable amount of sweat she was already working up, it was almost enough to make him nauseous. This was definitely not the way he'd expected his second-ever college party to play out.
"Y'all like that, huh?!" JJ shouted, grinding her hips even harder and shooting a smirk in Bella's direction.
Bella chuckled. While her dorm mother's dancing was impressive, she was clearly already slowing down—and the heroic amount of alcohol in her system wasn't helping. But the song wasn't over yet.
As Bella and JJ continued their twerk-off, the energy in the room was electric. The crowd had formed a tight circle around them, half recording on their phones for posterity and the other half staring hypnotized at the two big-bootied e-girls' massive, jiggling cheeks. The only one who wasn't having a good time was Max, pummeled between his giant captor's buttocks every time she moved her ass to the beat.
While Bella had the clear lead regarding technique, JJ's incessant, booze-fueled energy was definitely giving her a run for her money. As the song neared its climax, the redhead stepped over to the nearest wall and attempted a handstand, earning a roar of approval from the crowd.
"Ooh," said Bella, watching her intoxicated dorm mother struggling to stay balanced. "That doesn't look safe, JJ."
"Shut UP!" JJ spat, trying her hardest to maintain her handstand while keeping her giant butt in motion. "I've done this a million-"
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As if on cue, another loud fart blasted out of JJ's ass—knocking her off balance, sending her tumbling down onto a folding table covered in half-full beer pong cups, showering a dozen onlookers in beer and bringing the contest screeching to a halt.
"Fuck," said JJ, pushing herself back onto her feet. "That doesn't count. I want a do-over!"
Still standing triumphantly in the center of the room, Bella smiled. "Nah, I think that counts."
"Fuckin' whatever," the drunk redhead groaned. "It's not like I even wanted your little butt boy in the first place. I bet it'd take me a week to get the stink of your ass off him."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Bella, shaking her head. "Better luck next time, girl."
"Alright!" The DJ's voice thundered through the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, your twerk-off winner: Bella Hart!!!"
A series of grating air horn sound effects followed. As the crowd erupted into applause, Bella gave her booty a final victory shake before sauntering off toward the drink counter.
Meanwhile, down in her ass, Max breathed a huge sigh of relief. While he'd been out cold for most of the buildup to the contest, Bella and JJ's follow-up conversation made it clear that he'd just dodged a bullet. He couldn't think of many girls in House Fortuna who were unambiguously good, but based on everything he'd ever seen of JJ, she made his current captor look like a saint.
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As Bella poured herself a celebratory drink, she allowed a long, mercifully silent fart out into her shrunken captive's face. She'd been holding it in for the entirety of the twerk-off, and while she'd managed to avoid letting it affect her performance, it could have gotten pretty dicey if JJ hadn't tried her little stunt when she did. Now, though, it was finally over—and she was ready to celebrate.
***
An hour later, after a few drinks and some more mingling with her sorority sisters and admirers, Bella was feeling better than ever. Having narrowly avoided losing her newest shrunken fan to her big, messy drama queen of a dorm mother, she was riding high. The only question now was when she'd make her exit.
"Bella!"
Hearing Crystal's voice behind her again, Bella grimaced. "Crystal."
"Ohmygod you CRUSHED it out there, girl!" Stumbling up to the voluptuous black senior, the perky blonde freshman looked and sounded even drunker than before. "Your ass looks DUMMY thick in those shorts."
Once again, Bella forced a smile. Of all the things she'd grown to find irritating about Crystal in their month of living in the same house, the way that the painfully straight 18-year-old pretended to like girls whenever she got drunk never ceased to get on her nerves. "Thanks."
"Listen," said Crystal, brushing up against Bella and blushing. "I heard what you and JJ were talking about earlier... do you really have a real shrunken guy up your ass right now?"
Bella rolled her eyes. "Lower your voice."
"Sorry," whispered the blonde influencer. "So it's true? What does it feel like?"
"Isn't this like your whole thing?" Bella scoffed. "Size Queen Crystal?"
"Well, yeah," said Crystal, a clear note of insecurity in her voice. "But... you know. Up until now, I've just been using action figures and little rubber guys. Not real people. I bet it's such a rush."
"I mean," Bella sighed. "Maybe the first couple of times it happened. Now I'm just kinda used to it."
Crystal's jaw dropped. "You've done this before?"
"I mean, yeah, girl." Bella shrugged. While she'd usually be a lot less forthcoming about the details of her shrunken guy habit, her last drink had done a pretty good job loosening her tongue. "Not on purpose. They just mail themselves to me. The guy I've got back there now is, like, at least the thirtieth one."
"Wow." Crystal shook her head, her big blue eyes wide with admiration. "W-what happened to all the others? Do you still have them?"
"Nah." Bella smiled. "That's the only problem with 'em, they wear out pretty fast."
"Oh," said Crystal, clearly taking notes in her head. "That makes sense."
Between Bella's massive cheeks, Max was getting every word of this. While he was still glad to have avoided ending up with JJ, the idea that his captor had "worn out" thirty separate shrunken guys before him was deeply unsettling—and it didn't make him terribly optimistic about his chances going forward.
"Anyway," said Bella, draining the rest of her cup and standing, "I think I'm gonna call it for tonight. I'll see you round."
"Oh! Okay..." Watching Bella leave, Crystal hesitated for a moment. Then she took a big swig of her drink and stood to go after her. "Wait! Bella..."
Against her better judgment, Bella stopped. "What?"
"Maybe we could go back to your room, and you could... teach me a thing or two?" Crystal blushed. "About shrunken guys, I mean."
Bella froze. While her sober self would have wanted no part of letting Crystal into her room, her drunk self found it hard to ignore how good the blonde freshman looked tonight.
"Well?" Based on her tone, Crystal was clearly getting impatient.
"Nah," said Bella, coming to her senses. "I'm good. Maybe some other time."
"Alright." Crystal grinned. "I'm gonna hold you to that!"
"Uh-huh." Turning to leave, the voluptuous senior rolled her eyes. If Crystal was anything like the other "gay drunk" girls she'd met during her time in college, she wasn't going to hold her breath on a raincheck—even if she'd seriously wanted one.
***
Soon, following a familiar tipsy path across campus back to House Fortuna, Bella was stumbling into her room.
"That's better," she giggled, closing the door and collapsing butt-first into bed—crushing Max even further into her gigantic booty in the process.
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As Bella let out the last of the gas she'd been holding in at the party, the shrunken freshman in her ass was subjected to a nearly minute-long barrage of stink. Trapped with his face right up against her colossal anus, he took it all head-on—and by the time she was done, he was on the verge of blacking out again. Still, against all odds, he remained conscious.
"Damn," said Bella, duly impressed with her new shrunken fan's resilience. While he wasn't much to look at, and seemed to be just as much of a loser as all her previous butt boys had been, he was a lot more durable than the rest—at least, based on the fact that he was still alive after a full day in her ass. Reaching back and peeling him out from between her cheeks, she couldn't help laughing. His whole body was caked in her sweat, the smell of her butt clung to him like the world's worst perfume, and he was visibly aroused. "You're still kicking, huh?"
"Y-yeah," mumbled Max. "S-should I not be?"
"Nah, you're good," chuckled Bella. "If I get sick of you, you'll know."
Max gulped.
"Anyway..." Keeping her three-inch-tall butt boy firmly clasped in her hand, the giant influencer rolled out of bed. "I need you on shower duty again. Kay?"
Max nodded as eagerly as he could. While another stint as Bella's personal butthole scrubber wasn't exactly his idea of a break, he knew he had to stay on her good side.
"Kay." Without another word, Bella stepped into the bathroom, switched on the shower and shuffled in.
As the water began to heat up, Bella began by shoving Max's tiny body between her huge, jiggling cheeks, rubbing him back and forth vigorously before honing in on her asshole. After several hours of painfully close proximity, Max was well aware of just how funky the deepest part of his favorite internet model's booty could get—but with his face wedged right up against her slimy pucker in the intense humidity of the shower, it was even worse than ever. Nevertheless, knowing what was expected of him, he tried his best to power through—alternating between licking her asshole and breathing through his nose.
"Yeah, get in there," purred the giant influencer, grinding his tiny frame into her butt. She had to admit, this new guy was growing on her. In addition to being a lot hardier than the average shrinkee, he was also quite the fast learner—and whenever she had to fart, he never hesitated to plunge his face right back into her asshole.
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"Mmm," she cooed, giggling at the feeling of his tiny tongue against her huge backdoor. "You're not bad at this, butt boy."
"Th-thanks," mumbled Max, taking a strange amount of satisfaction in her praise.
After giving her tiny captive a few more minutes to polish up every nook and cranny of her asshole, Bella peeled him out of her ass and placed him on the floor beside her huge feet. Like her butt, they were coated in a thick layer of funk—and her toes looked and smelled especially nasty. Once again, with no other option, he set to work.
"That's it," said Bella, biting her lip as the tiny freshman licked the filthy space between her toes. "Just like that."
As the giant influencer leaned back and closed her eyes, Max did exactly what he was told—cleaning both her feet with his tiny tongue, pausing every few seconds to catch his breath. While no part of this whole experience was anything close to enjoyable, at least this time he knew the drill. When Bella finally bent forward to pick him up and bring him to her armpits, he felt like he'd already done this a thousand times before.
"Ahhh," she said, humming with satisfaction as Max began cleaning her underarms. After several hours at the cramped, humid house party, her pits were downright rank—but the tiny freshman didn't seem phased at all.
"Almost done," she said, pulling him out once both her pits were sparkling.
Again, the curvy black senior brought her shrunken captive over to the soap dispenser and lathered him up before running him over every inch of her voluptuous body. Max was glad to have the chance to wash off the layers and layers of Bella's filth that had accumulated on his tiny form, but this time around, the giant influencer went a lot faster—probably because she was ready for bed.
Once she'd finished sudsing up every inch of her jiggling curves, Bella dropped her new butt boy on the soap tray and started rinsing herself off. Then, shutting off the water and grabbing a towel, she stepped out of the shower to brush her teeth and go through several steps of what looked like a very intense skincare regimen. While this was happening, Max was left with an unrestricted view of her huge, naked figure.
Despite everything he'd gone through since meeting Bella this morning, he couldn't help feeling a deep sense of awe. From the colossal ass that had been crushing him all day, to her juicy thighs, wide hips, ample breasts and gorgeous face, she was hands-down the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He would have given anything to have been dating her right now, instead of whatever twisted alternative reality he was currently living in. Then again, maybe this situation had its perks, too.
"Okay, butt boy," said Bella, picking Max up from the soap tray and heading back into the bedroom. "You want me to put you back up there, or do you wanna crawl in on your own?"
"Huh? Oh..." Realizing that Bella expected him to spend the night up her ass either way, Max felt his face fall. "I... y-you can put me in now, I guess."
Bella smiled. "Good."
As the giant influencer forced him down between her cheeks, back against her now slightly-less-dirty asshole, Max sighed. From start to finish, today had been the single most bizarre day of his life. If waking up three inches tall hadn't been weird enough, the first person to find him had been a woman he'd followed online for years—one of the world's top OnlyFans models, no less. Thinking back on the photoshoot she'd subsequently put him through, and remembering that it was only going to be a matter of time before several hundred photos and videos of Bella dominating him with every part of her body were up online for her millions of followers to see, it all started feeling even worse. Maybe if he'd woken up in one of the other houses, he'd have had some better, gentler options.
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"Whew!" said Bella, clenching her cheeks around her tiny captive and giggling. "Sweet dreams, butt boy."
Max had no response. Encased in the giant influencer's huge, sweaty buttocks, lungs filled with her stink, he could already feel his eyes getting heavy. It was going to be a long, smelly night—and from where he sat right now, tomorrow didn't look any more promising.