Bella Calls It A Night
Shrunken First Semester
Chapter 9
"Well?" Based on her tone, Crystal was clearly getting impatient.
"Nah," said Bella, coming to her senses. "I'm good. Maybe some other time."
"Alright." Crystal grinned. "I'm gonna hold you to that!"
"Uh-huh." Turning to leave, the voluptuous senior rolled her eyes. If Crystal was anything like the other "gay drunk" girls she'd met during her time in college, she wasn't going to hold her breath on a raincheck—even if she'd seriously wanted one.
*
Five minutes later, following a familiar tipsy path across campus back to House Fortuna, she was stumbling into her room.
"That's better," she giggled, closing the door and collapsing butt-first into bed—crushing Max even further into her gigantic booty in the process.
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As Bella let out the last of the gas she'd been holding in at the party, the shrunken freshman in her ass was subjected to a nearly minute-long barrage of stink. Trapped with his face right up against her colossal anus, he took it all head-on—and by the time she was done, he was on the verge of blacking out again. Still, against all odds, he remained conscious.
"Damn," said Bella, duly impressed with her new shrunken fan's resilience. While he wasn't much to look at, and seemed to be just as much of a loser as all her previous butt boys had been, he was a lot more durable than the rest—at least, based on the fact that he was still alive after a full day in her ass. Reaching back and peeling him out from between her cheeks, she couldn't help laughing. His whole body was caked in her sweat, the smell of her butt clung to him like the world's worst perfume, and he was visibly aroused. "You're still kicking, huh?"
"Y-yeah," mumbled Max. "S-should I not be?"
"Nah, you're good," chuckled Bella. "If I get sick of you, you'll know."
Max gulped.
"Anyway..." Keeping her three-inch-tall butt boy firmly clasped in her hand, the giant influencer rolled out of bed. "I need you on shower duty again. Kay?"
Max nodded as eagerly as he could. While another stint as Bella's personal butthole scrubber wasn't exactly his idea of a break, he knew he had to stay on her good side.
"Kay." Without another word, Bella stepped into the bathroom, switched on the shower and shuffled in.
As the water began to heat up, Bella began by shoving Max's tiny body between her huge, jiggling cheeks, rubbing him back and forth vigorously before honing in on her asshole. After several hours of painfully close proximity, Max was well aware of just how funky the deepest part of his favorite internet model's booty could get—but with his face wedged right up against her slimy pucker in the intense humidity of the shower, it was even worse than ever. Nevertheless, knowing what was expected of him, he tried his best to power through—alternating between licking her asshole and breathing through his nose.
"Yeah, get in there," purred the giant influencer, grinding his tiny frame into her butt. She had to admit, this new guy was growing on her. In addition to being a lot hardier than the average shrinkee, he was also quite the fast learner—and whenever she had to fart, he never hesitated to plunge his face right back into her asshole.
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"Mmm," she cooed, giggling at the feeling of his tiny tongue against her huge backdoor. "You're not bad at this, butt boy."
"Th-thanks," mumbled Max, taking a strange amount of satisfaction in her praise.
After giving her tiny captive a few more minutes to polish up every nook and cranny of her asshole, Bella peeled him out of her ass and placed him on the floor beside her huge feet. Like her butt, they were coated in a thick layer of funk—and her toes looked and smelled especially nasty. Once again, with no other option, he set to work.
"That's it," said Bella, biting her lip as the tiny freshman licked the filthy space between her toes. "Just like that."
As the giant influencer leaned back and closed her eyes, Max did exactly what he was told—cleaning both her feet with his tiny tongue, pausing every few seconds to catch his breath. While no part of this whole experience was anything close to enjoyable, at least this time he knew the drill. When Bella finally bent forward to pick him up and bring him to her armpits, he felt like he'd already done this a thousand times before.
"Ahhh," she said, humming with satisfaction as Max began cleaning her underarms. After several hours at the cramped, humid house party, her pits were downright rank—but the tiny freshman didn't seem phased at all.
"Almost done," she said, pulling him out once both her pits were sparkling.
Again, the curvy black senior brought her shrunken captive over to the soap dispenser and lathered him up before running him over every inch of her voluptuous body. Max was glad to have the chance to wash off the layers and layers of Bella's filth that had accumulated on his tiny form, but this time around, the giant influencer went a lot faster—probably because she was ready for bed.
Once she'd finished sudsing up every inch of her jiggling curves, Bella dropped her new butt boy on the soap tray and started rinsing herself off. Then, shutting off the water and grabbing a towel, she stepped out of the shower to brush her teeth and go through several steps of what looked like a very intense skincare regimen. While this was happening, Max was left with an unrestricted view of her huge, naked figure.
Despite everything he'd gone through since meeting Bella this morning, he couldn't help feeling a deep sense of awe. From the colossal ass that had been crushing him all day, to her juicy thighs, wide hips, ample breasts and gorgeous face, she was hands-down the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He would have given anything to have been dating her right now, instead of whatever twisted alternative reality he was currently living in. Then again, maybe this situation had its perks, too.
"Okay, butt boy," said Bella, picking Max up from the soap tray and heading back into the bedroom. "You want me to put you back up there, or do you wanna crawl in on your own?"
"Huh? Oh..." Realizing that Bella expected him to spend the night up her ass either way, Max felt his face fall. "I... y-you can put me in now, I guess."
Bella smiled. "Good."
As the giant influencer forced him down between her cheeks, back against her now slightly-less-dirty asshole, Max sighed. From start to finish, today had been the single most bizarre day of his life. If waking up three inches tall hadn't been weird enough, the first person to find him had been a woman he'd followed online for years—one of the world's top OnlyFans models, no less. Thinking back on the photoshoot she'd subsequently put him through, and remembering that it was only going to be a matter of time before several hundred photos and videos of Bella dominating him with every part of her body were up online for her millions of followers to see, it all started feeling even worse. Maybe if he'd woken up in one of the other houses, he'd have had some better, gentler options.
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"Whew!" said Bella, clenching her cheeks around her tiny captive and giggling. "Sweet dreams, butt boy."
Max had no response. Encased in the giant influencer's huge, sweaty buttocks, lungs filled with her stink, he could already feel his eyes getting heavy. It was going to be a long, smelly night—and from where he sat right now, tomorrow didn't look any more promising.
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July 19
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