The freckled visage of just the girl he was hoping to find, Nikki Allais! She was the only person he knew, at least partially, at House Diana and had the most to work with to convince her to help.
“Is-is that real?” Nikki said, her brown eyes blinking rapidly in disbelief as she looked down at Max.
At 6’0” and 185 pounds, Nikki was a shapely but chiseled basketball star in the making, already towering over Max before he was found missing over five feet in height. Her usual outfit, always worn for a workout, is a sage green long-sleeved shirt, black basketball shorts, and matching sneakers, struggling against her proportions. Her waist and limbs were tight and muscular, and even beneath the long sleeves, Max could see the definition of her biceps, not to mention her toned stomach and quads. It was her curves that most of her fat condensed in. Her chest, a strong c-cup, stuck out from her compression shirt like a sore thumb, and her shorts, loosely fit for most, were practically fused to her wide hips and vacuum sealed against her ass crack, each butt-cheek comparable to a basketball themselves! Max was in awe of this blonde-haired B-ball babe's size, shape, and stunning appearance. He forgot to respond to her disbelief as she took a few heavy steps forward to investigate.
“You are just, like, a doll, right??” Nikki asked, taking a few steps to the coffee table Max had perched on. She put down a gym bag hidden behind her back on the couch as she stood over Max, getting a closer look. Her shadow consumed all his light and, noticeably, came with a subtle rainfall of sweat from her brow, clearly just returning from a workout.
“N-No! No, I am not!” Max yelled out as hard as he could, unsure how far his voice would carry at this size.
“Woah! How’d you get so small, bro?” Nikki asked, sitting her wide ass down on the couch behind her, leaning out and looking at Max like he was the most exciting thing she’d ever seen, and perhaps he was, a fact the shrunken man hoped was to his benefit.
“I-I don’t know! I went to a party last night, had a few drinks, and woke up small and on the coffee table! You got to help me, Nikki!” Max pleaded, being as truthful as possible, not seeing any advantage in obscuring details or fabricating some sadder elements to elicit more sympathy.
“Do we know each other? The season hasn't even started yet, so you can’t be a fan,” Nikki asked, her head suddenly getting stuck on the fact that some guy she never met knew her name and said it with such familiarity.
“We went to the same high school, Nikki. I’m Max, Max Calhoun. We had at least one class together all four years?” Max said, his insecurities about his social invisibility hitting him like a train at Nikki’s question.
“Really? Hmm, you don’t look familiar. Are you sure?” Nikki asked, squinting to get a better look at Max as her memory drew a blank.
“Of course! We never like hanging out or working on group projects, but I swear we did! Here! I’ll prove it! During your freshman year, you got together with Faith Hope. No, her sister, Phanny Hope! The shortest girl in school! You two broke up after you sprained her neck, facesitting her on the bleachers, I think-” Max started to say, digging up the most obscure and embarrassing anecdote he recalled about Nikki to prove his point, only for the blonde b-baller to suddenly grab him and bring him an inch away from her face, clutching him. Hence, his head stuck out from between her fingers.
“Okay, I believe you, dude! Geez, bringing up ancient history there! Please don’t blab that. Please. It is kind of a sore spot. I really liked Fanny, but she did not much like my…fanny,” Nikki said, letting a subtle joke out at her expense, glancing back at her bulbous rear and giving it a light tap with her free hand, the fat wobbling at the slightest touch.
“Sorry, I didn’t know,” Max said, a bit frazzled at how suddenly Nikki moved in to grab him. She was a star athlete, and he needed to remember her incredible physical abilities. He also never noticed that she had never been this close to her before, and it might be because she just got back from a workout, but she REEKED. Her entire emanated a musky BO that made Max question if Nikki even bathed or ever changed her clothes.
“It’s alright, Max, right? How can I help?” Nikki asked, pulling him away from her face, trying to put him at a more “even” level with herself as they spoke.
“Oh! Well, I need to get big again! Do you know anyone who could help me with that?” Max asked, confident Nikki herself would be unable to do so but hopeful she might be able to get someone else on the case.
“Hmmm, I’d have to think about that one, bro. Let’s take this to my dorm. We can brainstorm there!” Nikki said, grabbing her gym bag with her free hand and taking them deeper into the house. Max, held in Nikki’s other hand, felt her grip loosen around him as she began to walk, her fingers uncurling, and, as soon as he felt him enter freefall, she quickly snapped him back up in her other hand, dropping her bag on the ground.
“Shit, dude, sorry! Maybe I should put you someplace more secure, huh?” Nikki said, slightly surprised at how her absent-minded nature almost got him smashed into the ground not even a minute into getting to her dorm.
“Yeah, please do!” Max said, out of breath and startled at nearly being dropped.
“Alright, I’ll put you…”