"...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 to keep his eyes from widening.
"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," said Max, suddenly remembering his nakedness and cupping both hands over his groin. "It's me. M-max, I mean."
"Wow..." Sitting in front of the table to put herself at Max's eye level, the bespectacled girl 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. "Zeke was here last night, but I don't remember seeing you..."
"Well, I think we both were," said Max, oddly put out that his presence hadn't left any impression on his classmate. "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."
For a moment, the room was silent: Max frozen with a mix of embarrassment, anxiety, and his usual conversational paralysis around girls, and Zoe unsure how to work up the courage to say what she wanted to say—something she'd already been considering asking her cute classmate well before all of this.
"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."
"Y-yeah!" Max nodded eagerly. "Sure!"
"Great! I guess the easiest way to do this is..." Bending forward, Zoe extended her hand and beckoned him on. "I can, like, carry you there?"
"I... o-okay," said Max, sharing her bewilderment about every aspect of this situation. "That works."
"Cool," she said, holding her palm flat. "Here."
With no other apparent choice, Max took a first tentative step onto Zoe's palm and sat down. Her hand seemed sweaty, although he wasn't sure why. Nerves? Why would she have any reason to be nervous right now?
"A-alright," said Zoe, blushing again, "hang on."
As Zoe stood to leave the common room, Max was hoisted off the table at dizzying speed. Realizing how close he was to her comparatively massive breasts, he felt his face getting hot again. "Oh, wow..."
"Huh?" Zoe looked down with clear concern.
"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, she spotted her formidable 6'4", 300-pound dorm mother emerging from the bathroom. Catching the dark-skinned amazon's eye, the blue-haired freshman froze. Then, thinking quickly, she curled her hand around her tiny classmate and pushed him down the back of her pants!
"Oh, hey, Vee!" said Zoe, turning around, forcing a smile and trying not to focus on the feeling of the three-inch tall man suddenly squirming in the back of her underwear. "How's it going?"
"Good morning, Cruz," said Veronica. Noticing how jumpy Zoe looked, she frowned. "Am I interrupting something?"
"Huh? Oh, y'know. Just, heh, had an itch!" Looking up at her much taller and curvier dorm mother, Zoe pushed her smile into a full-on grin and did an exaggerated butt scratch, taking great care not to dislodge her shrunken classmate. "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," giggled Zoe, nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot. "Probably TMI."
"Quite." Veronica shook her head. "Well, carry on."
"C-cool, later Vee!" With a final nod to her dorm mother, she turned and ducked back into her room, resisting the urge to exhale until she closed and locked the door. "Phew! That was close."
"Uh, Z-Zoe?" Still trapped in his classmate's big, curvy ass, Max was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe. "Little help down here?"
"Huh? Oh, crap!" Coming to her senses, the blue-haired freshman pulled down her pants and carefully peeled out her tiny classmate. "Sorry about that!" she said, nervously laughing as she placed Max on her desk. "I just didn't want Vee to see you. I guess that was kinda, uh, weird..."
"N-No, it's okay," said Max, resisting the urge to say that part of him had actually kind of liked it. "I-it happens."
Again, both freshmen blushed. Back to being frozen with anxiety, still trying to look anywhere but his giant rescuer's chest, Max allowed his eyes to wander around the 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. This was, very clearly, the bedroom of two serious nerds.
"So, uh..." Zoe sat down in her 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?"
"Hmm... good question." Zoe folded her arms. "Well, we could sneak you into the chem lab. Or one of the classes she TAs for. Or maybe-"
Before she could finish, a noise at the door made both freshmen turn around.
"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...
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