"Oh, shit..."

Looking up at the stocky, bespectacled Mexican-American nerd in the doorway, Max wasn't sure whether to be worried or relieved. Clad in his usual sweatpants, slide sandals, socks and faded Star Wars t-shirt, holding a large coffee in one hand and a bottle of water in the other, Zeke appeared every bit as hungover as his roommate—and when their eyes met, neither could have been more shocked.

"What the... Max?"

"Zeke!" Even shouting at the top of his lungs, Max's voice was still barely audible on the other side of the room. "Hey!"

"Holy fuck..." Setting both of his beverages down, Zeke hurried over to the table and knelt beside his shrunken roommate. Now, with no illusions about what he was seeing, he was utterly dumbfounded. "What the fuck happened to you, dude?"

"Literally no idea," said Max, suddenly remembering that he was naked and cupping both hands over his groin. "Where'd we go last night?"

Zeke shrugged. "I mean, where didn't we go? We started off at Juno, but that got real weird real fast. So we bounced over to Diana. Then we were at Minerva, Fortuna..." He grinned. "I'm pretty sure a couple of girls were even trying to get you back to Proserpina at one point." 

Max shuddered. "I guess I'm lucky I'm not waking up there."

"Yeah," said Zeke, shaking his head. "Understatement of the century."

"So... you don't know how I ended up like this?"

Again, Zeke shrugged. "Beats me, dude. I mean, you were absolutely plastered. But we both got back here alright... then you got up to go to the bathroom at one point and you never came back. I think that was like, 3AM?" 

Max sighed. "Fuck..."

"Seriously." Zeke looked out toward the hallway, then back to the table. "Anyway, you wanna go back to our room?"

"Huh?" Face to face with the unmistakable outline of his giant roommate's equally giant dick through his grey sweatpants, Max blinked. "Oh, yeah."

"Cool." Extending his hand toward the table, Zeke gave a halfhearted nod. "Hop on, I guess."

With no other choice, Max tentatively stepped onto his roommate's palm. Then, they were in motion. The experience of being carried so effortlessly by someone so much bigger than him was deeply surreal—especially because that person was also his roommate. 

"So," said Max, the strange awkwardness of this whole situation compelling him to make small talk. "What'd you get up to last night?"

His roommate smirked. Then, noticing their RA stepping out of the nearest bathroom, both freshmen froze. 

"Oh, shit," said Zeke, "hold that thought."

Before Max could protest, he found himself being crammed down into the front of Zeke's underwear—right against his giant, unwashed cock.

"Hey, Casey," said Zeke, turning around and trying his best to act natural.

"Morning, Zeke." Even on the laziest of Saturdays, the Amazonian head Resident Advisor of USD was as indimidating as ever. "Where's Max?"

"O-oh, y'know." Zeke forced a laugh, trying to ignore how good his tiny roommate's movements felt against the most sensitive part of his whole body. "H-he doesn't get out much."

Down in the huge Mexican-American freshman's underwear, his roommate would've given anything to 'get out.' With every part of his shrunken body smothered against Zeke's huge, musky, flaccid penis, it was nearly impossible to breathe. Worse, the more he struggled, the more his roommate seemed to be responding to it.

"...Is he still asleep?" Casey sounded concerned. "It's almost noon."

"Y-yeah." Doing his best to shift his pants around in a way that didn't make it look like he was adjusting his rising boner, Zeke nodded. "I'm about to go check on him."

"Gotcha," said Casey. "Well, carry on."

"Will do," said Zeke, already walking away. "T-thanks!"

As Casey turned around, Zeke wasted no time in rushing into his room. A second after the door was closed and locked, he lifted the waistband of his underwear to reveal his half-erect cock and the tiny young man pressed up against it. When he finally peeled his roommate out, both of them were blushing.

"Uh, sorry," said Zeke, placing Max down on his desk before adjusting his erection and pulling his pants back up.

"'Sorry'?" Max was furious—and more than a little flustered. "What the fuck was that?"

Placing Max down on his desk, Zeke rolled his eyes. "I said I was sorry, okay? I panicked. I figured, why get one more person wrapped up in this before we get out story straight?"

"That 'other person' is our RA!"

"Exactly!" Zeke rubbed his forehead. "I don't know about you, but I'm not trying to get kicked out of school for partying one month into freshman year."

"I... alright, that makes two of us," said Max, scanning his surroundings again. The room was filled with contraband materials, from several empty liquor bottles to a cheap plastic bong beside their shared Playstation. Above Max's desk, his posters of Deku from My Hero Academia and Master Chief from Halo looked bigger than ever, and on the other side of the room, Zeke's two Dragonball and Star Wars prints loomed every bit as large. While neither of them had made much of an effort to settle in the space compared to some others on campus, it was starting to feel like home—although one critical thing seemed to be missing. 

"Hang on," said Max. "Have you see my phone?"

Zeke raised his eyebrows. "No?"

Max scowled. "Fuck... I must've left it somewhere last night."

"Man," Zeke chuckled, "this really isn't your day, huh?"

Before Max could respond, there was a knock on the door—followed by a voice.

"Zeke?"

Zeke groaned.