Bella smiled. "It's a femdom series for my OnlyFans."
 
"F-femdom?" Max eyes went wide. In any other context, appearing on one of Bella's OnlyFans posts would have sounded like one of his wildest teenage jerk-off fantasies come true. Now, though, staring up at her from his newly diminished perspective, it felt like a much less clear-cut dream scenario.
 
"You know," said the giant influencer, stepping over to her closet and starting to rifle around inside. "Crushing, facesitting, dirty talk." She flashed a grin. "Farts."
 
Max swallowed hard. "O-oh."
 
"Yeah. Ever since that Crystal chick started blowing up, it's all anyone wants." After several seconds of closet foraging, Bella emerged holding a pair of fishnet stockings, a spiked collar with matching bracelets and anklets, and a skimpy black leather harness that looked like it would leave her best assets totally exposed. "Honestly, kinda perfect timing that you showed up when you did." 
 
Max went white. The idea that Bella's twenty million followers were about to see him humiliated at the hands — or rather, booty — of their favorite internet celebrity was equal parts mortifying and exhilarating. "I... yeah," he stammered. "I g-guess?"
 
"Good energy." Bella chuckled, strapping herself into her outfit. "Channel that."
 
Then, before the tiny freshman could ask any further questions, there was a knock at the door.
 
"That's probably my new photographer," said Bella, shaking her head. "My usual guy's sick." Turning toward the door, she raised her voice. "It's open!"
 
When the door swung open, Max's jaw dropped. Standing in the doorway was his stocky, fluffy-haired nerd of a roommate, Zeke. Clad his usual gray Ventus U sweats, Adidas slide sandals and a Star Wars T-shirt, the Mexican-American freshman was a far cry from Bella's usual crew. Nonetheless, somehow, here he was.
 
"Zeke?"
 
"Oh, shit!" When the comparatively giant young man noticed his tiny roommate, he smiled. "There you are, dude! Was wondering where you went last night."
 
"Yeah, me too." Max furrowed his brow, taken aback by Zeke's total lack of a reaction to his sudden loss in stature. "Were we here last night? At Fortuna? Did you see anyone putting anyone in my drink?"
 
"Can we do this later, guys?" Between them, Bella tapped her phone impatiently. "We're already running way behind. Photo Boy, c'mere."
 
"Hey, sure!" Zeke laughed nervously. "Sorry about that. Thanks again for the opportunity. So what's the game plan?"
 
"You're gonna take that camera over there," she said, pointing to an expensive DSLR on the couch, "and when I say go, you go. Think you can do that?"
 
"For sure," said Zeke, nodding and stepping over to the couch.
 
"Wait, Zeke," said Max, looking between his roommate and his giant captor and suddenly having a brief flash of clarity. "What if you and I just get out of here right now? Back to our room."
 
Picking up the camera, Zeke scowled. "Why would we do that? I would have thought you'd be all over this."

Max sighed. "I mean, like, in theory... but, like... wait, since when do you do photography?"
 
"Since always, man," said Zeke, putting an SD card into the camera and double-checking the lenses. "You just never asked. Anyway, you mind not fucking this up for me? I'm getting paid like two thousand dollars for like four hours of work!"
 
Max's stomach dropped. He knew that a couple thousand dollars was a pretty tempting amount of money for any college freshman. Still, he couldn't believe how fast his roommate was selling him out. 
 
"And I'm already thinking about cutting it down to a thousand if we don't hurry this up," scoffed Bella. "Hang on, though… you're this dude's roommate?"
 
Zeke nodded. "That's me."
 
Bella raised an eyebrow. "You the one who shrank him?"

"Me?" Zeke looked over to his roommate then back to Bella. "No, I dunno what's up with that."

Between them, Max resisted the urge to groan. Zeke's sheer nonchalance about this whole situation was absolutely baffling.

"Alright, whatever." Shrugging, the giant influencer put down her phone and stood. "Let's do this."
 
"Sure," said Zeke, "sorry. Ready when you are."
 
"That's better," said Bella, picking up Max and bringing him over to the nearest couch. "Let's start with some stills."
 
*
 
The next two hours were the longest and most humiliating of Max's life. 

They started with an hour of ass-centric setups—Max kissing Bella's buttcheeks, then her asshole; several twerking videos featuring the giant black senior pulverizing the shrunken freshman under her giant, jiggling booty; Bella pressing Max's face right up into her asscrack, then clenching her huge cheeks together around him until he passed out; all followed by several more photos and videos of the giant influencer shoving him into her asshole. Zeke even got a video outtake where she accidentally sucked him all the way in, forcing her to shuffle into the bathroom and unceremoniously squeeze him out into the toilet.

Once she'd finished washing him off in the sink, they moved on to another hour of foot stuff. Over several dozen subsequent photos and videos, Max got to know every inch of Bella's soles and toes in even more excruciating detail than before—kissing them, licking them, and, of course, getting stepped on and crushed between them. While this was happening, his giant captor's only real challenge was preventing him from cumming every time she shoved her feet into his tiny form, in order to keep his painfully-erect member going for every setup. By the time they'd finally gotten through her shot list, the 18-year-old virgin had practically turned blue.
 
During the following hour, Bella went all-in on the shoot's femdom theme—teasing Max about how small and pathetic he was while subjecting him to a variety of increasingly-humiliating conditions. Grinding him against her ass and pussy, smothering him between her breasts, threatening to crush him under her feet and dangling him over her mouth, the voluptuous black senior repeatedly reminded her tiny captive that he was nothing but an insignificant bug and she was his goddess. Although Max consciously found the whole experience deeply uncomfortable, Bella was pleased to see that at least one part of him was still enjoying it quite a bit.
 
Finally, they concluded with an hour of videos for Bella's small but dedicated audience of fart fetishists. The first few clips were relatively simple — short videos of the bottom-heavy internet star sitting on her tiny costar and releasing a series of increasingly loud and smelly farts — but in the final half hour, things escalated dramatically. This culminated in the giant senior placing the shrunken freshman in a large glass jar, settling her legendary booty down on top of it and letting rip. Naturally, for Max, the results were beyond catastrophic. In a matter of seconds, his enclosure was completely filled with her gas—and by the end of his five-minute imprisonment, he was out cold.

"Was that everything you wanted to shoot?" Behind the camera, Zeke had done a magnificent job capturing every angle Bella wanted—and serenely ignoring his roommate's suffering.

"Yeah," said Bella, peeling her unconscious costar out of his glass prison and wrinkling her nose at the smell that came with him. "You can leave the camera. My editing guy's gonna come by for it."

"Cool!" Standing in the doorway, Zeke hesitated. "And, uh... in terms of, uh, payment..."

Bella rolled her eyes. "Check your CashApp later today." 
 
"Sounds good." Taking one last look at his tiny, unconscious roommate, Zeke flashed a thumbs-up. "Th-thanks again!"
 
When he was gone, once again, Bella and Max were alone. Easing the tiny freshman back up her ass, the giant senior stripped off her harness and resumed her place in bed, scrolling through her feeds and trying to figure out what the rest of the night would bring.