Intro to Zoe Shrunken First Semester chapter 3 by maximally

 

"...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, Zoe was definitely on the short side for House Minerva, but what she lacked in height, she more than made up for in pure, unapologetic curves. Even first thing in the morning, decked out in her usual nerd armor—faded Mobile Suit Gundam tee stretched tight over her big, braless boobs, black cargo pants clinging to her thick thighs and wide, jiggly hips, blue Converse high-tops peeking out below—she was a walking masterclass in how to make nerd gear look hot. As she stepped into the common room, towering over Max like some kind of pear-shaped, blue-haired Brazilian-American kaiju, he couldn't help but stare. His eyes went wide, and for a second, he forgot how to breathe.

 

"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 did a little flip. Of course she remembered Zeke. Everyone remembered Zeke—he was the kind of guy who could walk into a room and instantly become the main character, all easy confidence and movie-star charm. Meanwhile, Max was apparently so forgettable that even his favorite classmate hadn't noticed him at the party. Ouch.

 

"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 went dead quiet. Max swallowed, his heart pounding. He was three inches tall, naked, and totally exposed—nothing to hide behind, nowhere to run, and completely at the mercy of a girl he barely knew outside of lab partner small talk. Zoe bit her lip, her big brown eyes darting between him and the door, clearly trying to figure out what the hell to do next.

 

"Do you…" Zoe's face flushed with uncertainty—and a hint of something more. "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 a little sweaty—maybe from nerves, maybe just bed heat, who knew—and as Max stepped onto it and sat down, the feeling of her skin against his bare everything sent a shiver up his spine. He had to fight the urge to squirm or do something even more embarrassing.

 

"A-alright," Zoe murmured, her cheeks flushing as she carefully curled her fingers around him. "Hang on."

 

With that, she stood up, lifting him into the air like a pack of gum. The sudden motion made Max's stomach drop, and he grabbed onto her thumb for dear life. From up here, her chest was basically all he could see—big, round boobs bouncing with every step, straining against her shirt like they were about to burst free. Then the smell hit him: sweet, fruity body wash mixed with the heavier, sleepier scent of sweat and skin. It was dizzying, in the best and worst way possible.

 

"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, Max was completely swallowed up by Zoe's huge, soft cheeks, already half-drowned in sweat. Sure, he'd always had a thing for girls with big butts—he'd even fantasized about getting up close and personal with a girl like Zoe—but this was something else. The pressure, the heat, the thick, swampy smell of her ass... it was a lot. Way more than he'd ever bargained for, and not all of it good.

 

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 went quiet, cheeks burning. Max did his best not to stare at Zoe's chest, letting his eyes wander around her room instead. Her side was a shrine to all things nerdy: shelves packed with manga and comics, a giant Zero Suit Samus poster, and prints of Lucario, Sailor Moon, and Bulma. The other side was all black—games stacked everywhere, a desk buried under thick math textbooks, and posters for Serial Experiments Lain, Bloodborne, and Nier: Automata. The whole place smelled like 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. "That's..."