"Alright," said Bella, stretching. "First things first... I need a shower."

As one of the reigning queens of House Fortuna, the beautiful black senior had the unique privilege of having her own ensuite bathroom. Boasting a jacuzzi bathtub, a walk-in shower with a custom-made marble bench seat, and a high-end Japanese toilet designed to weather even her most catastrophic dumps, it was every bit as luxurious as the rest of her on-campus accommodations. The shower was a personal favorite, smaller than the one she had at home but still big enough to fit her and at least four friends—which it often did.

"Fuck, that's better..." Bella sighed, cranking the water up to full blast and peeling her shrunken captive out of her ass. "Okay, fart boy. Here's your first test."

Dangling just a few tantalizing inches away from Bella's massive, perfect, naked breasts, Max could feel his face getting red. "T-test?"

Bella rolled her eyes. "For whether I wanna keep you or not. You're gonna help me get washed up. Kay?"

"Oh, w-well... I-" Before Max could finish his sentence, the giant influencer was already bringing him back down to her ass. Then, she started scrubbing. Even with the help of all the water dripping down from the showerhead, there wasn't much to dilute the sheer funk factor of Bella's huge crack for the tiny freshman, especially when he was getting rubbed into it face-first over and over. Worse, while his brain was screaming that this was weird, uncomfortable and deeply humiliating, his dick was already starting to betray him. Within seconds, he was hard as a rock—and though Bella did nothing to acknowledge it, there was no way she couldn't notice.

"Good boy," she said, smirking. "Now..." Pressed even further into Bella's crack, Max once again found himself face-to-face with her colossal asshole. "Lick."

Staring down her massive pucker, Max froze. "W-what?!"

"You heard me," said Bella, squeezing her fingers around him in a way that was hard to read as anything other than a warning. "You wanna pass this test, or not?"

Max gulped. While he had no interest in licking Bella's visibly-very-dirty asshole, he knew the alternative was probably getting eaten and squeezed out of it later. In the face of that reality, all he could do was stick out his tiny tongue and set to work.

BBBBRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP

With his mouth wide open and nothing to lessen the impact, Max took the brunt of Bella's latest fart head-on. The smell — and taste — was even worse than the last two, and the humidity of the shower didn't help.

"Oooh," Bella cooed, "I think my ass likes you, bro! She's trying to kiss you back!" Giving her cheeks a playful clench around her new plaything, she giggled. "Just be careful, she's a real maneater."

As if on cue, Max felt her colossal asshole starting to pucker against his face—almost like it was trying to suck him in. Desperate to avoid getting swallowed by the giant influencer's career-making booty, he redoubled his efforts, licking even more frantically than ever—while trying to avoid dwelling on the thought that this was technically his first time kissing a girl. Then, after several excruciating seconds, Bella's anus seemed to relax a little—and the three-inch tall freshman breathed a massive, exhausted sigh of relief.

"I didn't say stop," said Bella, a fresh edge in her tone.

"S-sorry," Max stammered, pressing his face back against her hole. For about a minute after that, the only sounds in the bathroom were the showerhead, the drain, and his tiny, frantic tongue lapping against Bella's colossal hole. Then, finally, the giant senior relented.

"Alright, not bad," she said, pulling him away from her ass and placing him down on the tiled floor. "Now my feet. Same deal. Start licking."

Although Max was far less grossed out by the idea of licking Bella's feet, the task proved no less difficult at his new size. Looking up at the towering, colossal pair of soles in front of him, he got another daunting reminder of just how small he was. They were both big enough to squash him—and at least half a dozen people like him.

"Dude, come on," Bella sighed, rolling her eyes again. "I don't have all day."

Again, Max swallowed his pride and got to work. While the taste and smell of the giant girl's huge, ripe feet were significantly better than her asshole, that still wasn't saying much. Nonetheless, he persevered—and after a few more minutes of licking, Bella seemed satisfied.

"Okay," she said, scooping him up again and bringing him under her enormous armpits. "Now, my pits."

She didn't have to say what she wanted this time—by now, Max knew. Opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue, he allowed himself to go limp as the giant girl rolled him across her underarms like a stick of deodorant. The combination of sweat and body odor was nearly unbearable, but he knew he couldn't disappoint. Based on how this day was already unfolding, this was quite possibly his only shot at staying alive.

"Good," said Bella, bringing him over to a huge soap dispenser mounted to the shower wall. "Last thing."

Compared to the previous three stages of washing up, this one felt like a walk in the park. After lathering Max's three-inch tall form up with fragrant, sweet-smelling gel, Bella proceeded to rub him over every inch of her voluptuous body like a pint-sized sponge—from her perfectly round tits to her smooth, soft stomach, to her big, thick legs, to the warm, wet space between them.

Simultaneously shocked and enthralled by the surreal intimacy of the moment, feeling his tiny body pressed against the giant internet star's supple, flawless skin, Max was blushing harder than ever before. He knew he should be trying to focus on finding a way out of this situation. Instead, especially on the heels of all the unpleasantness Bella had just put him through, he allowed himself to get lost in the moment. By the time Bella's shower was over, he'd not-so-subtly cum several times—though his shrunken size made it unclear whether his new captor had noticed.

After toweling off and wrapping herself up in a bright pink bathrobe, Bella carried him back into the bedroom and set him down to dry on beside a formidable collection of dildos on her nightstand. Suddenly surrounded by a dozen massive silicon cocks, each easily twice his size, another chill of uncertainty overtook all the warm feelings the shower had left him with. Putting all the pleasantness of being Bella's sponge aside, the possibility that he might be joining her sex toy collection was still more than a little frightening—especially if he ever wanted to get back to normal.

"Alright," said Bella, sitting down at her makeup table. "I gotta start getting ready."

"Um... o-okay." As terrified as he was, Max was also curious — and maybe even a little excited — to see what the photoshoot would entail. "W-what's the shoot for, anyway?"