Rubbing his eyes and taking another look around, the freshly-shrunken freshman 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 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, Max 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.

Thinking through the house's roster of famous members, Max concluded that the dream scenario would be running into Crystal West—a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, drop-dead gorgeous 5'2" freshman and Fortuna's newest pledge. While he'd never met her, and she had no idea he existed, he'd been one of her several million followers since the previous summer. Across YouTube, Instagram, TikTok and Twitch, "Size Queen Crystal"'s uploads (a mix of giantess-themed thirst trap photos and videos with the occasional racy livestream for good measure) had been a mainstay on his feeds for most of his senior year—and between the upbeat, bubbly personality she presented in her content and her apparent familiarity with stuff like this, he had a feeling that she might be a good person to try and find.
 
Alternatively, there was Bella Hart—a very curvy, very bottom-heavy 5'8" OnlyFans model and the reigning highest-followed resident of the house. Another internet personality who Max was used to seeing online, the beautiful Black senior known online as BigBootyBella had earned her followers the old-fashioned way—uploading hundreds of clips of her colossal ass twerking, facesitting her highest-paying supporters and occasionally even farting. If anyone had the sheer visibility to get the word out about his condition, it'd be her—although Max imagined she'd also be the toughest one to sell on offering him any help. Based on the way her uploads had changed over the years, all of her newfound fame and fortune seemed to be going right to her head, turning the once bright-eyed 18-year-old model into a vapid, apathetic 21-year-old diva with little regard for anyone who wasn't as rich or famous as her. 
 
Then, there was Joy "JJ" Jubilance—the house's current dorm mother. A redheaded, freckled 26-year-old six-foot-tall Valley Girl with curves in all the right places and natural triple-D breasts, she'd been a regular on Max's feeds in his early teens—although nowadays, he couldn't be more embarrassed that he'd ever given her clout-chasing lifestyle vlogs and "drama reports" any attention. He wasn't sure how long she'd been at Ventus, although she'd already gotten a substantial campus reputation as the single biggest contributing factor to her house's caustic climate. At best, she seemed like a slightly out-there, washed-up content creator with an anything-for-views mindset. At worst, she was a completely delusional trainwreck who'd only taken the dorm mom gig at Fortuna to mold the next generation of "internet goddesses"—naturally, with herself at the top. Even in a house full of mean girls, she was far from the first person he'd want to see right now.
 
Obviously, none of these were exactly perfect options—although for Max, Crystal stood out head and shoulders above the other two. The only problem was that he had no idea where she lived in the dorm, which made tracking her down much easier said than done. The idea of venturing into the hall in his current form seemed like a recipe for disaster, but the prospect of just sitting on the table and waiting to surprise the first person to come in wasn't terribly appealing, either. 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. 
 
When he turned around, he found himself face to face with...