Zoe and Max Catch a Break Shrunken First Semester chapter 6 by maximally

Staring at Zoe and her three-inch-tall naked boy toy with a mix of surprise and amusement, Samara smiled. "Did you shrink this guy? Is that why you've been so weird all morning?"

 

"N-no!" Zoe shook her head. "I mean, I didn't shrink him. I just found him like this in the common room, and now I'm trying to help him get back to normal."

 

Eyeing her roommate's big, panty-clad rump, Samara's smile grew. "Hang on... did you have him up your ass this whole time?"

 

"I... well..." Zoe sighed. "You were coming in, and I didn't want to get him in trouble. So..."

 

"Dude." By now, Samara was grinning. "You've got a shrunken boyfriend, and you were worried I was gonna be mad about it? That's fucking awesome!"

 

"W-well," said Zoe, looking down at Max with a nervous smile. "W-we're not officially..."

 

Samara scoffed. "Sticking a guy up your ass and making him smell your farts all morning sounds pretty official to me. That's some seriously kinky shit, dude! I mean, no judgment or anything. I know a ton of Juno girls who are into that. Just didn't think you had it in you."

 

Zoe's face went redder than ever. "Look, can you please just not tell Vee about this?"

 

"Huh? Oh, yeah, of course." Samara chuckled. "You really thought I'd do that to you?"

 

"I dunno," said the blue-haired freshman, allowing herself a sigh of relief. "I just know you're not big on guys."

 

"I mean, just because I'm not doesn't mean you can't be. I'm your number one wing-woman here, remember?"

 

"Thanks, Sam." Zoe giggled nervously. "This is Max, by the way."

 

"H-hey," said Max, stepping forward on his classmate's palm and offering a half-hearted wave. Staring up at the giant, strikingly pretty Indian nerd, still more than a little dizzy from all the farts he'd been forced to breathe for the past thirty minutes, his usual inability to form complete sentences around cute girls was even worse than ever. "S-Sam, was it?"

 

"Yeah." Samara nodded. "'Sup, little dude. How's the weather down there? In Zo's ass, I mean."

 

"Sam!" Zoe frowned. "Be nice!"

 

"Alright, alright," she said, chuckling. "I guess I'll leave you two lovebirds to it?"

 

"Yeah, sure," said Zoe, looking down at her tiny classmate and then back to her roommate and smiling again. "A-also… I think I'm gonna need our room for a couple hours."

 

Samara grinned. "I literally thought you'd never ask."

 

*

 

On the way back to House Minerva, Max got the VIP treatment: a ride in Zoe's shirt, buried deep in her cleavage. Nestled between her big, sweaty boobs, hidden from any passing classmates or faculty, he finally let himself relax a little. Sure, Zoe had already worked up a good sweat on the walk, and her boobs were every bit as overwhelming as her butt at his size, but this was paradise compared to being mashed up against her asshole, huffing farts. Maybe, just maybe, things were finally starting to go his way.

 

By the time the two freshmen got back to Zoe's dorm room, with Max's tiny face right up against the giant nerd's huge chest, he could feel both of their hearts beating faster than ever.

 

"Okay," said Zoe, closing and locking her door. "So... um..." She blushed. "What I was gonna say before Sam came in, was, I..."

 

"I like you too!" Realizing what he'd just blurted out, Max's face went bright red again. "I mean, unless you were gonna say-"

 

Before he could finish his anxious disclaimer, his giant blue-haired classmate picked him up and pressed his tiny face up to her big, full lips, wrapping him in the biggest kiss he'd ever had—technically, his first ever. Enveloped in her soft, tender embrace, all he could do was allow himself to go limp and let her take the lead. When she pulled him away several blissful seconds later, a thin strand of drool connecting his face to her tongue, he was visibly aroused.

 

"Yeah," said Zoe, noticing the growing situation below her shrunken classmate's waist and feeling her face flush. "That's what I was trying to say."

 

"C-cool!" Max sat in Zoe's palm, his head and chest still slick with her spit, and tried not to look like he was about to explode from happiness. It was actually happening. The girl he'd been crushing on since day one—giant, nerdy, way-out-of-his-league Zoe—liked him back. Sure, she was currently twenty times his size and had just spent the last hour using him as a human fart filter, but none of that mattered. She'd kissed him. Nothing else even came close.

 

"So… would you want to, like…" Max hesitated. "Y'know... N-Netflix and Chill?"

 

"'Netflix and Chill?'" Zoe laughed. "Do people even call it that anymore?"

 

Internally cringing at his own lack of smoothness, Max shrugged. "I dunno. I mean, this is kinda my first time doing anything thing like this."

 

"It's alright," said the giant nerd, vibrating with pent-up excitement just as much as her tiny partner. "That makes two of us. But yeah, I'm down.'"

 

"C-Cool!" The tiny freshman nodded eagerly. "S-so, what do you wanna watch?"

 

"I've been going back through My Hero Academia. Would that work?"

 

Again, Max had to remind himself that he wasn't dreaming—but this time, in a good way. "Yeah!"

 

Zoe smiled. "Cool."