Looking around the mysterious common room again, Max immediately got several clues about his current location. To his right is a shelf covered in sex toys of all builds and descriptions (most stained). To his left, several TVs mounted against the wall, vaginal discharge staining the screen with several bean bag chairs, also coated in bodily fluids. Behind him, scantily clad porn pinups of Loona from Helluva Boss and The Onceler were pinned to the wall above a ratty futon covered in spicy chip bags, dildos, and hardly used flutes. Putting all this together, there was only one place Max could be. He had woken up in House Proserpina—the sorority known to everyone else at Ventus U. as the “Loser House.”
If the girls in USD were the most down-to-earth and the House Juno were the scariest, House Proserpina girls were unmistakably the grossest; it was a place where all the other houses dumped their “problem cases” and, immersed in a place where even the bare minimum is not expected, give in to their most slobbish, hedonistic urges and just become utterly lost in their sexual thrills. A place where no one is turned down and no one is expected to do much of anything, Proserpina has no barrier for entry and can coast on their “academic recovery” scholarships, school work barely falling between hours of masturbation, gaming, and whatever freaky activities these bizarre girls may have unique to them. A necessary evil, the house exists to either let the freedom of college bleed out of girls with academic promise from overexposure or keep the ones who never amount to much sectioned off and allowed to “flourish” without bringing down the more vital houses.
Max was still determining how he should approach this. He doubted anyone in Proserpina had the drive or will to help him or get someone to help him, but he doubted he was in much danger. Not many of these girls ever leave their rooms, and considering how gross those will undoubtedly be, he is glad he won’t have to go into many if he plays his cards right. He would still need someone to help him out of there, and some names of the few people he knew popped up in his head.
Hazel Berry, a plump, 6’ house Minerva reject, was one of the better-known girls who could be of some assistance to Max. A scientific genius in any STEM subject you could dream of was more interested in designing personal porn algorithms and kinky chatbots to finger herself to than genetic research or developing nuclear power plants. Max had seen a few of her tutoring and “freelance research” posts online, and it seemed like one of his best bets to either get into the hands of someone who could help or help him himself between self-pleasure sessions.
Someone Max knew he did not want to run into was Daisy “Buttzilla” Flores, a junior famous for not just her bean-bag sized ass but being the single worst-smelling person on campus. A 6’4” 375 pound shut-in, Max had never met or seen her, only hearing horror stories during orientation week—all of which made her out to be some kind of boogeyman who preyed on unsuspecting male students, carrying them back to her den and leaving only a telltale stink in her wake. His only comfort was the knowledge that she took all of her classes remotely, which made him think his chances of ending up on her radar were slim.
A reasonable person to find might be the dorm’s mother, Quinn O’Donnell, a plus-sized, thirty-something Irish musician trying to get the house shifted into a more “musician” centered house, teaching many girls to play flutes and other instruments. It is a losing battle when most of the musicians on campus are in many of the other houses, and the girls she is trying to teach would instead stick the flutes up their pussies and then play them. Quinn was not much to talk about either, the rumors being she skipped the Dorm Mother meetings to pleasure herself instead. She was still one of the most mature people in this building and most likely to help.
No option was good for Max, but he needed help no matter who he could get. He also needed to figure out how to best knock on a door when he was 3 inches tall. He might need some pebbles or something to throw…Before Max had more time to consider his options, he heard the door open on the other side of the room.
When he turned around, he found himself face to face with…