"No," whispered Max. "No, no, no, no..."

If waking up three inches tall in Ventus's "Loser House" wasn't enough of a nightmare, the girl standing in the doorway was poised to take everything from bad to worse. In a sorority filled with big, slobby, horny shut-ins, Daisy "Buttzilla" Flores was the biggest, slobbiest, and, allegedly, the horniest shut-in of them all. 

If the legends about Daisy were true, all Max could do was hope she didn't see him—although his current position made him hard to miss. The only alternative was risking the jump down to the floor, which would probably break both his legs at his newfound size. Then again, maybe that was preferable to getting on the giant horny shut-in's radar. 

Unfortunately, as soon as Daisy entered the common room, her eyes went right to the three-inch-tall young man on the coffee table. "Oh my gosh," she breathed, in a voice far softer than Max had expected.

Before the shrunken freshman could beg for mercy, Buttzilla was upon him—rushing over to the table, snatching him up in one of her giant hands and frantically pressing him down into the front of her sweatpants. As she began rubbing his shrunken body face-first into her vast, hairy, sweaty, slimy pussy, he got the sense that everything he'd heard about Daisy was accurate. In a matter of seconds, he was covered head-to-toe in her juices, and his nose was filled with her overpowering scent.

Of course, there was no way Daisy could hear him—buried as he was under several hundred pounds of sweaty curves, he might as well have been a bug. The closest thing he got to an answer was when she withdrew her hand from her sweatpants, leaving him clinging to her monstrous vagina for dear life. Thankfully, there was plenty of hair to grab onto.

"Holy fuck..." sputtered Max, his whole face slick with Daisy's slime.

While the combined sensory barrage of the whole experience was already making the 18-year-old virgin want to vomit, he knew he had no other choice but to hang on. Because his giant captor wasn't wearing any underwear, there was nothing else to keep him from falling down one of her pant legs. Then, he felt her starting to move.

As Daisy stepped out of the common room, she did her best to act natural. The few dorm mates she saw in the hallway greeted her with the usual blend of apathetic recognition and simmering horniness, and she responded in kind. Because she was one of the most physically imposing members of the house, she knew she wouldn't have to worry about any serious hassling on the way back to her room—but if the rest of her dorm mates found out about her new shrunken friend, he wouldn't be so lucky. Compared to every other dorm on campus, House Proserpina was more or less in a state of total anarchy at all times.

"Hey, Buttzilla. When are you gonna let me eat that ass?"

"Sup, B-Z. I just got a new vibrator. You wanna come help me test it out?"

"Yo, Flores! You around tonight? Just got a ton of new hentai on my Plex server."

While Daisy rarely responded to these kinds of advances, she felt especially disinterested today. Right now, the only thing on her mind was getting the shrunken man in her pants back to her room in one piece before he fell out or her hormones got the better of her—and based on how good his struggles felt against the most sensitive part of her body, she already knew that would be much easier said than done. Nevertheless, she forced herself to press on down the hall.

A minute later, just as Max's consciousness was beginning to fade, he found himself being pulled out of the humid, slimy confines of Buttzilla's crotch. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he realized they were back in her room. None of what he saw was reassuring.

Worse than all of this, of course, was the smell. While Max was glad to be free from the embrace of Buttzilla's hungry pussy, her fetid den wasn't much better. The whole space stank of farts, sex and stale food, and the windows looked like they hadn't been opened in years. It was like her room had its own humid microclimate, a 20-by-20-foot jungle where he was now trapped. Then, all at once, the room got noticeably warmer—and stinkier.

BBBBBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP

As a fresh gust of eggy air found its way up to Max's nose, there was no denying reality. Buttzilla had just farted, and it was the single worst thing he had ever smelled in his life. Her gas was like a force of nature, washing over him like a tidal wave of stink, totally overpowering his physical and psychic defenses and leaving him coughing and gasping for breath. His only solace was the fact that she'd apparently waited until he was free from her crotch to let loose. 

"S-sorry about that, little guy." As the massive shut-in brought her shrunken captive up to eye level, she almost looked embarrassed. "Just didn't want anyone else seeing you out there. I'm Daisy. What's your name?" 

Face to face with Buttzilla, Max froze. After everything this girl had just put him through, he had no reason to let his guard down. The only question now was how to get out of here—although he was still too paralyzed with fear to give that much serious thought.

Noticing the thin layer of slime still covering most of Max's body, Daisy blushed. "Oh! Here, let me..." Reaching forward with her other hand, she gently smeared away a large clump of vaginal secretions from the top of his head. Then, she carefully set the shrunken freshman down on her nightstand. 

Back on his own two feet, surrounded by huge, funky-smelling sex toys, Max finally snapped out of his frozen stupor. "D-Don't eat me! Please!"

Seeing the unmistakable look of fear in Max's eyes, Daisy frowned. "Why would I..." She sighed. "You know all those rumors about me are fake, right? I'm not some kind of... monster." At this last word, her voice dropped to a note of apparent insecurity—like she was all too aware of how everyone else at Ventus saw her and wasn't happy about it.

Max couldn't believe what he was hearing. The idea that Daisy had any reservations about her larger-than-life persona went against everything he thought he knew about her. "But... but you... you put me in your..." Unable to form the words without turning bright red, he simply nodded toward the front of her sweatpants.

"I mean, yeah," said Daisy, blushing again. "Y-you know how girls are in this dorm, right?"

Max nodded. The last fifteen minutes had done nothing to shake his perceptions of House Proserpina as a den of unimaginable depravity. "I... do? But, like... couldn't you have just put me in your pocket or something?"

"Well, I, uh..." Daisy's eyes went to the floor. "That's kinda the rules in here."

"The rules?" Max blinked. "About what?"

Daisy blushed redder than ever. "Whenever a guy comes into the dorm, the only way to call dibs on him is to... scent him."

Max's eyes went wide. "What?"

"You know." Daisy took a deep breath, clearly trying to steady her nerves. "Cover them with our... smell. That way, if any other girl runs into you, they'll know you're mine." Seeing Max's eyes getting even wider, she smiled nervously. "Not that you're like, mine. Just, like, they can't mess with you." Again, she sighed. "I'm sorry. I know this is all super weird and pervy."

"It's..." Between the overpowering smell of Daisy's den, the lingering feeling of disorientation from being pressed against her vagina, and the frankly bizarre explanation she was in the process of laying on him, Max was totally bewildered. Still, as disgusted and freaked out as he was, the last thing he wanted to do was piss off the only person in the whole house who didn't want to turn him into a sex toy—assuming she was even telling the truth. "It's fine. M-my name's Max, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Max." Daisy smiled. "I think we got off on the wrong foot here... maybe I can make it up to you?"

Again, Max froze.