House Proserpina Shrunken First Semester chapter 2 by Captain Tremor and maximally

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, the freshly shrunken freshman immediately got a sizable clue about his current location. The air was a suffocating blanket of stale food, strong weed, sweat, and farts—and as he looked around again, his surroundings told a similar story. To his right were a few cabinets labeled "COMMUNAL," each filled with cum-stained anime figurines and sex toys of every shape and size. To his left were a half-dozen deflated-looking bean bag chairs, many sporting visible skid marks. Behind him was a ratty futon covered in spicy chip bags, more empty energy drink cans and yet more sex toys, and a wall covered by posters. He recognized some, like Loona from Helluva Boss and Lucario from Pokemon. Others, a mix of anthropomorphic animals and anime characters, not so much. Putting all of this together, he knew that there was only one place he could be. This was House Proserpina—the sorority known to everyone else at Ventus as the "Loser House."

 
If the jocks in House Diana were the strongest students on campus, the nerds in Minerva the smartest, the goths in Juno the scariest, and the e-girls in Fortuna the hottest, then the losers in Proserpina were undoubtedly the grossest. For over a century, mandated to exist in perpetuity thanks to a stipulation in the school's founding charter, the house had served as a literal dumping ground for "problem cases" from the other Big Four sororities—a place that prided itself on never turning anyone away, no matter how feral, foul, or fetid they might be. Within its run-down walls, coasting on "Academic Recovery" scholarships and the willful neglect of school administration, the gooners, femcels, and shut-ins of Ventus were free to indulge their most slobbish, hedonistic tendencies without tainting the school's otherwise stellar public image or corrupting their peers. For everyone else, its name was synonymous with the lowest of the low.
 
As much as this helped Max get his bearings, it didn't make him feel any better about his current predicament. If anything, the effect was just the opposite. From what he knew of the Loser House, it was highly unlikely that anyone here would have the drive or willpower to help him find a way back to normal. Rumor had it that half the girls in this dorm never left their rooms at all, and the few he'd seen around campus were far from the first people he'd want to encounter in this kind of state.
 
The first girl that came to mind was Hazel Berry: a plump, 6-foot buck-toothed gooner, House Minerva reject, and certified genius. According to the rumors Max had heard over his first few weeks at school, she was widely considered the smartest person at Ventus. However, rather than applying her immense intellect to subjects like genetic engineering or quantum mechanics, she seemed to spend most of her time crafting kinky inventions and indulging a serious gooning habit. Knowing that he was now roughly the size of the average butt plug, Max wasn't sure how much he could trust a girl like that. Still, for all her wild card tendencies, he also knew he'd be hard-pressed to find anyone else in House Proserpina with a better shot at figuring out what had happened to him—or how to fix it.

 
Then there was Daisy Flores: the 6'4", 375-pound junior known to most current Ventus students as "Buttzilla." Though Max had never seen the physically and literally massive shut-in with his own eyes, he'd heard enough horror stories during his orientation to know that she'd be the single worst person to find him here—a bona fide campus boogeywoman who preyed on unsuspecting male students, carrying them back to her den and leaving only a telltale stink in her wake. Just the thought of what she might do if she came across him like this was enough to make him shiver. His only comfort was the knowledge that she took all her classes remotely and rarely left her room during the day, which made him think his chances of running into her were slim to none.
 

And finally, there was Mina Solak—the house's current dorm mother and Ventus's head custodian. A hulking Polish amazon in a jumpsuit, Mina was a figure of Ventus legend, widely known as the one person on campus you absolutely did not want to fuck with under any circumstances. Hired by Queen Bea during her first year as president, Mina had single-handedly whipped Ventus's custodial staff from a sinking ship into a full-on battlecruiser, largely thanks to her deeply unorthodox approach to discipline. Once, she'd left a member of House Juno utterly mindbroken after a weekend of heavy fucking as punishment for leaving one too many male students covered in bruises and cum on the quad. Another time, she'd penalized several members of House Proserpina who kept leaving their dirty underwear in the hall by shoving those same pairs of undies, quite literally, up their asses. Unfortunately, her name only came into Max's mind because he'd caught her ire a few weeks back, albeit in a very low-stakes way—carelessly dropping a gum wrapper on the floor in her presence and incurring a world-class stink eye. The idea of encountering her here, when he was about the same size as that gum wrapper, made his blood run cold. Hopefully, she didn't even remember that infraction by now.

 
None of these options gave Max much to work with. Nevertheless, whether he liked it or not, he understood that he wasn't going to figure this out on his own. The only question now was whether to try venturing into the hall or stay where he was. Fortunately, or unfortunately, before he could spend any more time trying to game the whole situation out, he heard a door opening behind him.
 
When he turned around, he found himself face to face with...