A Blowjob From Buttzilla Shrunken First Semester chapter 4 by maximally

“Well…” Daisy’s eyes drifted toward her bed. She shifted her weight, the mattress creaking under her. “Want me to clean you off?”

Max was still standing on her nightstand, naked and tacky with dried pussy juice. The idea of getting clean sounded incredible. “I… s-sure. Where’s the bathroom?”

Daisy shook her head. “You really don’t wanna go in there.” She looked like she was about to say more, then thought better of it. “I was thinking something a little more… hands-on. Maybe it’s just easier if I show you.”

Before Max could ask what that meant, her huge hand closed around him again.

He barely had time to yelp before she lifted him. For one terrifying second, he was sure she was bringing him to her mouth to eat him. His struggles only made her fingers tighten. “Wait—Daisy, no—DAISY!”

Her lips parted.

The heat hit him first.

Then the wet.

Her mouth closed around him like a hot, slick cave. Max’s entire world became darkness, humid breath, and the overwhelming presence of her tongue. It was massive—thick, soft, and shockingly agile. It slid beneath him, lifting his tiny body and pressing him against the roof of her mouth. Sour, slightly sweet saliva flooded over him in waves, coating every inch of his skin as her tongue began to work. It wasn’t gentle.

Daisy’s tongue curled around him, dragging slowly from his feet to his head, then back again. It pressed between his legs, rubbing insistently. Every time it found his cock, Max’s whole body jerked. The sensation was too much—too hot, too wet, too intimate. He could feel the texture of her taste buds, the way her saliva clung to him, thick and viscous.

"Mmm," purred Daisy, settling into bed and sneaking a hand into the front of her sweatpants, savoring the taste of her helpless plaything and feeling herself getting wetter by the second. Max tasted good. Better than any of her usual fantasies. He was real. He was moving. He was making these tiny, helpless noises every time her tongue dragged over his cock again.

She pressed him harder against the roof of her mouth and sucked gently.

Max’s mind was fracturing.

Part of him was still screaming in terror. This was Buttzilla. He was in her mouth. She could swallow him without even trying. But another, much louder part of him was lost in the heat and the pressure and the way her tongue kept returning to his cock like it was the only thing that mattered. He was moaning openly now, hips twitching against the slick muscle.

“Daisy—fuck—Daisy, I—”

“Mmmhh…” The vibration of her voice rolled through his entire body. She was touching herself harder now, legs spreading wider on the bed. She licked him in slow, deliberate strokes, tasting every inch of him while her fingers worked frantically between her own thighs.

Max couldn’t hold it.

The orgasm hit him so hard his vision whited out. He came against her tongue with a broken cry, his whole body seizing up as pulse after pulse of cum was immediately washed away in her saliva.

Daisy felt it.

The tiny, desperate twitching. The way he went rigid against her tongue. It pushed her over the edge.

Her thighs clamped together around her hand. Her back arched. A deep, muffled moan vibrated through her mouth as she came—hard. The bed shook beneath her. For one terrifying second, her throat worked like she was about to swallow on instinct.

Max felt it. The way her tongue pressed him back. The sudden tightening of everything around him.

Then she stopped herself.

With shaking hands, Daisy carefully reached into her mouth and pulled him out. Thick strands of saliva and his own cum stretched between his body and her lips. She was panting, face flushed dark, eyes glassy. Very gently, she placed him on the warm, soft swell of her chest, just above her breasts.

For another long moment, neither of them spoke.

Max lay there in a puddle of her spit, chest heaving, staring up at the ceiling. He was even slimier than before. His whole body tingled with aftershocks.

Daisy was the first to break the silence.

“Wow,” she breathed.

“Yeah,” Max managed. His voice sounded distant. “Wow.”

She hesitated. “…Was that, uh… your first time? Like, with anyone?”

Max swallowed. “Yeah. It was.”

Daisy went quiet for a second. Then, very softly: “Same.”

He turned his head to look at her. She was staring at the ceiling, one arm thrown over her eyes. Her face was still red.

“I… I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I was supposed to be cleaning you off, and…” Her voice cracked a little. “I almost forgot you were a person. I just get so pent up sometimes, and when you’re that small, and you taste like that, and you’re moving on my tongue, I just—”

“Hey.” Max’s voice was surprisingly steady. “It’s okay.”

Daisy lowered her arm and looked at him, surprised.

“I mean it,” he said. “I… I got off too. Like, really hard. I’m not gonna lie and say it wasn’t kinda intense, but…” He felt his own face heating up. “It felt good. You made it feel good.”

She blinked at him, genuinely taken aback. “You’re not just saying that because you’re scared of me?”

Max let out a weak laugh. “I mean, I am scared of you. A little. But I’m also not lying.”

Daisy’s expression softened into something small and vulnerable. She looked like she wanted to say something else, but before she could, her body betrayed her again.

Prraaaaaapppppp

The fart was quieter than the last one, but no less potent. A hot, eggy wave rolled up from between her legs and hit Max directly in the face. He coughed hard, waving a hand in front of his nose.

Daisy went scarlet. “Sorry. I thought that one would be quieter.”

“It’s fine,” Max wheezed, still coughing. “I’m… getting used to it.”

She looked mortified, but also strangely touched when he didn’t freak out. After another moment, she gave him a small, shy smile—the warmest one yet.

“You’re really nice, you know that?”

Max smiled back, still a little dizzy. “I try.”

They lay there in silence for a few more seconds. Then Daisy spoke again.

“So, uh… speaking of kissing. Would you wanna… maybe do that again? The mouth thing, I mean. Or, like… actual kissing. With me. If you want.”

Max knew he should probably say no. He knew this was insane. He knew that getting involved with the most infamous girl in House Proserpina was probably the worst decision he could make while three inches tall and completely at her mercy.

But his body was still buzzing. And when he looked at her—flushed, embarrassed, hopeful, and trying so hard not to be the monster everyone said she was—he couldn’t bring himself to refuse.

“…Sure.”

Daisy’s face lit up. “C-cool!”

She picked him up carefully and brought him to her lips. This time she didn’t put him in her mouth right away. She pressed him gently against them, letting him feel the softness, the warmth. Then she kissed him—really kissed him. Her lips moved against his tiny body, slow and surprisingly tender at first.

Max kissed back as best he could, pressing his hands and face against her lower lip.

Daisy made a soft, needy sound and kissed harder.

Her tongue slid out, warm and slick, and dragged slowly across his face and chest. She wasn’t trying to be careful anymore. She was lost in it again—the feeling of someone kissing her back, of having a real person respond to her instead of just her own hand and a bag of gummy bears. She licked him again, slower this time, savoring the taste of his skin mixed with her own saliva.

Max gasped against her mouth, overwhelmed all over again.

She held him there, pinned gently between her lips and tongue, breathing hard through her nose. For a few long, breathless moments, neither of them moved.

By the time Daisy loosened her grip and pulled back, Max was shaking. His whole body felt wrung out — lips tingling, skin still wet with her saliva, heart hammering against his ribs. “T-thank you,” he managed, voice shaky but sincere. “That was… amazing.”

Daisy smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. There was something sad behind it now. “Yeah. You too.”

She hesitated, then carefully set him down on her chest again. For a moment she just looked at him, chewing on her bottom lip like she was working up the courage to say something.

“Listen, uh… before we go any further, there’s something you should probably know.”

Max’s stomach dropped. After everything that had already happened today, he wasn’t sure he could handle more bad news. “What is it?”

Daisy took a deep breath, her massive chest rising beneath him. “I’m guessing you’ve never heard of shrinking serum?”

“Uh… no. Can’t say I have.”

“It’s pretty niche. Really expensive if you buy it, but a few girls around here make their own batches. You slip a little into someone’s drink and they wake up tiny the next day.” She paused. “There’s always a couple guys like you who end up in here every semester.”

Max went very still.

The idea that this wasn’t some random, one-in-a-million accident should have been comforting. Instead, the way Daisy was saying it made his skin prickle with dread.

“Here as in… Proserpina?” he asked carefully. “What happens to them?”

Daisy winced. She looked like she wanted to be anywhere else. “They get claimed. The problem is… most of the serums the girls make are permanent.”

The words hit him like a physical blow.

“You mean…” Max’s voice came out small. “I’m stuck like this? Forever?”

Daisy didn’t answer right away. She just looked at him with those tired brown eyes, full of quiet guilt.

“I’m really, really sorry, Max.”

For a few seconds, Max couldn’t speak.

All morning, the one thing that had kept him from completely falling apart was the desperate, stubborn hope that this was temporary. That he could find a way back to normal. That he could still have the college life he’d spent years fantasizing about — classes, parties, maybe even a girlfriend someday.

Now that fragile hope was gone.

He sat down heavily on the warm curve of her breast, staring at nothing. His old life — his body, his future, every plan he’d ever made — had been erased in one night by some bored chemistry major with a god complex. And the best-case scenario was apparently becoming the live-in pet of the single grossest, loneliest girl in the entire sorority.

Daisy must have seen the devastation on his face, because she rushed to fill the silence.

“But it could be worse!” she said, trying to sound upbeat. “At least I found you first, right? If you stick with me, I can keep you safe. No one else in the house will mess with you if they know you’re mine— I mean, if they know you’re with me.”

Max looked up at her. “Here? In this room? Forever?”

“Well… yeah.” Daisy rubbed the back of her neck, suddenly self-conscious. “We could do stuff together. Play games, watch movies, hang out… make out some more, if you want. Whatever you’re comfortable with. I’d take care of you.”

“Forever,” he repeated quietly.

Daisy’s shoulders slumped. “I mean… I’m happy to ask around. See if anyone knows how to reverse it. I’m just saying, based on what I’ve seen… I wouldn’t get your hopes up too high.”

Max swallowed hard and forced himself to nod. Falling apart completely wouldn’t help anything. And no matter how bleak this was, Daisy was still the only person in this entire building who seemed to actually give a shit about whether he lived or died.

“Okay,” he said, voice rough. “So… what now?”