"Crystal?"

For all the thousands of photos and videos Max had seen of Crystal online, she was even more beautiful in person. Wearing a pair of tight blue booty shorts and a pink and white striped shirt that left nothing about her short, perky figure to the imagination, with her long blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail and her sky blue eyes gleaming, the stunning 18-year-old social media star looked like nothing short of a goddess. When she noticed the naked, shrunken man lying on her common room coffee table, her eyes went wide. "Whoa..."

"Oh! H-hey there!" Clasping his hands around his groin to hide his nakedness, Max forced a smile. "Crystal, right?"

"Yeah?" Raising an eyebrow, Crystal smiled back. "Who's asking?"

"Oh, s-sorry. I'm Max." He blushed. "I-I'm a huge fan of your videos."

"Aww, really? You’re so sweet!" Crystal grinned. "Always nice to meet a fan."  

Returning the bubbly influencer's contagious grin, Max felt a significant chunk of his anxiety melting away. So far, the young woman in front of him was just as positive and bubbly as the one he'd come to know through his feeds.

"So..." Taking a few steps forward, Crystal bent down to put herself at eye level with the tiny young man. "How'd you get so... small?"

Max shrugged. "Oh. Uh, I-I, uh, I don't really remember. I kinda just woke up like this."

"Really?" In an instant, Crystal's expression seemed to change from breezy enthusiasm to something sharper and more focused—almost predatory. "Here, let's get you back to my room. I don’t think you wanna roll the dice with the other girls around here."

Before Max could object, the perky blonde reached down, cupped her palm around his back and lifted him up, cradling him in her hand. While the idea that his favorite internet star had taken such an immediate apparent interest in his well-being was nothing short of thrilling, the vast disparity in size between them was still really messing with his head—especially how big Crystal's perfectly round, perky breasts looked from here.

"Oh, uh... t-thanks!"

"No problem!" Crystal winked, flashing a peace sign with her free hand. "Anything for a fan." 

As the giant influencer stepped out into the hallway, Max couldn't help noticing how smooth her hand was. She carried him with what seemed like practiced care—which was only fitting, he supposed, for someone who'd built her entire online persona around size-play content.

"So, uh..." Max stammered, unsure how to phrase the question he wanted to ask. "I know a lot of your videos have to do with, uh... s-size stuff. Any idea how I might have ended up like this?"

"Not really," said Crystal, a clear note of sympathy in her voice. "All the guys in my videos are just toys."

Max froze. "T-toys?"

"Yeah." Crystal flashed another grin. "I started out using action figures. But once I started getting big, I found this company that makes silicon replicas."

Feeling his face warming up, all Max could do was nod. "O-oh... G-gotcha."

"The silicon guys feel a lot better. But they're not the real thing." The 18-year-old blonde giggled. "I mean, not like you."

By now, Max was full-on blushing. "R-right. Sure."

"Crystal! Hey girl!"

At the sound of her dorm mother's voice, Crystal stopped—but not before turning around to hastily stuff Max down her shirt.

All at once, the three-inch-tall freshman found himself buried in an ocean of impossibly soft cleavage. For a lifelong virgin who'd spent most of the last year watching this very young woman's videos, it was nothing short of overwhelming. 

"Hi, JJ," Crystal answered, trying her best to play it cool. "Wh-what's up?"

"Oh, you know." Her voluptuous, redheaded dorm mother smiled. "SUPER hungover, but I'm managing. You?"

"Alright," she said, brushing a stray hair out of her face. "Just got back from yoga."

For Max, this couldn't have been clearer. While the short but curvy blonde freshman's flowery perfume did a good job masking it, he was already struggling not to drown in cleavage sweat—a commodity that Crystal's fans regularly offered four-figure sums for jars of.

"Wooow, little miss Self-Care Saturday over here." JJ chuckled. "Lemme guess, now you're gonna go grab a green juice or some shit like that?"

"Yeah, yeah," said Crystal, rolling her eyes. "You going to that Diana thing later?"

"Yeah," said JJ, turning to continue down the hall. "I'm in the market for a new face to sit on. Wore my last guy out."

"I feel sorry for the next one already," Crystal laughed. 

As the pair's conversation wound down, Max heard JJ's footsteps echoing down the corridor. Then, he heard a door slamming behind him, and a huge hand was peeling him out of his crushing, sweat-soaked prison. Against all odds, he'd made it back to Crystal's room undetected. 

As one of the most-followed girls in House Fortuna, Crystal had moved straight into one of the sorority's finest suites. To Max, it looked more like a luxe studio apartment than a dorm room, with a huge pink king-size bed, two pink couches for guests, a big TV and a high-end camera rig set up in the corner for livestreams. He was still reeling from its sheer opulence when Crystal tossed him onto her mattress. 

"Hey!" Max winced, still winded from his time in Crystal's cleavage—and smarting a bit from being dropped the equivalent of several dozen feet. "Careful!"

"Sorry," said Crystal, shrugging. "Didn't want JJ stealing you. Honestly, you should be thanking me." 

Knowing what he knew about the toxic dorm mother of House Fortuna, Max was hard-pressed to disagree. Still, he didn't appreciate being treated like some kind of living doll.

"F-fair enough," he said, trying to keep composed. "S-so, could you help me find someone around here who could grow me back?"

"Grow you back?" Charity stifled a laugh. "Why the fuck would I do that?"

"I..." Max stared up at the curvy blonde in disbelief. Maybe it was just the lighting in here, but there was something in her eyes that made her look much, much more sinister than before. "W-why would you not?"

Crystal grinned. "Newsflash, loser. I didn't bring you back here because I want to help you. I grabbed you because you're exactly what I've been looking for to grow my channels."

"W-what?" Max swallowed, still trying to stay calm.

Crystal rolled her eyes. "Are you fuckin' stupid? You're a real-life shrunken guy. And my whole brand is size shit. Do you have any idea what you're gonna do to my numbers?"

Max swallowed hard. Imagining himself in the bulk of Crystal's most high-engagement videos, a range of intense femdom scenarios featuring every inch of her curvy, domineering body, he could already feel himself getting faint. "Y-your numbers?"

"Yeah," said Crystal, grinning wider than ever. "More views, likes, followers, sponsorships, money?"

"H-hold on." Max forced himself to take a deep breath. "You're seriously going to keep me like this... just to use me as a prop for your channel?"

"Pretty much." Crystal nodded. "You got a problem with that?"

"Yes, I have a problem with that!" Now, Max was starting to panic. He'd been a fool to believe that this gorgeous social media princess would ever care about him—and now, it was starting to look like the biggest mistake of his life. "This is insane! You can't do this!"

Crystal narrowed her eyes. "You sure about that?"

"I-" Before Max had any time to react, Crystal turned around and butt-slammed her colossal, curvy rump down on top of him. If he'd found the vapid blonde's gigantic boobs oppressive, her ass was several levels up in terms of pressure—and smell. "Fuck!" He gagged. "C-Crystal, I... s-stop, please!" 

"What's that?" Crystal giggled maniacally. "Is big bad Size Queen Crystal too much for you?"

Beneath her, Max was growing more desperate by the second. "H-help! Somebody! Anybody!"

"Scream all you want," she said, biting her lip as she savored the feeling of the tiny man's futile struggles against her ass. "No one's coming. Now... are we gonna do this the easy way, or the hard way?"