"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 pink French braids, the same big green eyes, the same pink sports bra, the same pristine pink and white Air Jordan 1s, and the same thick thighs and absolutely colossal ass, 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, she was not having the best morning. Shuffling into the common room, 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 said, sizing Max up like an errant bug. "Again?"
Before he could react, Bella stepped over and scooped him up. Feeling the giant senior's fingers closing around him, the three-inch-tall freshman went limp. The sensation of being picked up so effortlessly by someone so much bigger was simultaneously terrifying and strangely exciting.
"Hello?" Bella scowled. " Can you hear me?"
Face-to-face with a woman he'd been jacking off to since high school, Max couldn't help blushing. "I... y-yeah? H-hi..."
"Yeah, hi," said Bella, rolling her eyes. "Lemme guess. You're a huge fan, you got one of your buddies to bring you over here, and now you're 'at my service'?"
Max swallowed hard. Clearly, Bella had mistaken him for one of her rabid gooner followers—and 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?"
Bella scoffed. "You really think you're the first guy to try some shit like this? 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 smirked. "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. "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 photo shoot 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. "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."
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. "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 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. "Hope you're one of those fart guys, 'cause there's 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.
"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, a giant curved flatscreen TV, 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 had already left. The only evidence of Bella's latest conquest, a doe-eyed blonde sophomore with a follow count that was a laughable fraction of hers, 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 said, smiling. "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. Firmly trapped between Bella's impossibly huge cheeks, he was completely and utterly helpless.
"Aw, man," said Bella, her full lips curled up in a smug grin. "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 returned to its usual look of total apathy. "Alright," she said, stretching. "First things first..."
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