Saving Sofia Shrunken First Semester chapter 3 by G-Writer and maximally

Max’s jaw just about hit the floor as the massive door swung open, letting in a faint breath of air that almost—almost—managed to cut through the swampy funk of the common room. He barely registered the girl who’d opened it at first, which said a lot about how bad the place reeked, but once he did, she was all he could see. She looked kind of familiar, but Max couldn’t place her—probably because, at his size, she might as well have been some kind of goddess. He just stood there, staring, while she hung out in the doorway, totally absorbed in her phone call and not even noticing him.

Blonde hair, chopped into a layered bob that had definitely seen better days, framed her face—if you could call it framing, since the whole thing was a mess of flyaways and bedhead that looked like it hadn’t met a brush in weeks. Her skin was so pale it made the dark circles under her eyes pop, and her lips were these ridiculous, naturally pouty things that looked almost painted on, set off by huge, still-sparkling green eyes. From the neck up, she could have been a supermodel who’d just pulled an all-nighter (or seven), probably gaming or, if the rumors about House Proserpina were true, binging porn and erotica until sunrise. And if Max thought her face was worth staring at, the rest of her was even more distracting.

Her boobs—easily G-cups, maybe bigger—looked like they were about to bust right out of her shirt, which she’d knotted under her chest in a way that was probably the only thing keeping her from flashing the whole room. No bra, obviously, if the way her nipples were trying to poke holes through the thin fabric was any clue. The shirt itself was a whole other distraction, screaming ‘EVERYBODY POOPS’ in giant block letters, and, in what looked like permanent marker, squeezed into the corner (and almost unreadable thanks to her chest) was, ‘I just do it better!’ Max tried not to think too hard about what ‘better’ meant. Her pale stomach was totally bare, glistening with what he hoped was just sweat (but, knowing his luck, was probably a mix of sweat and body grease), and below that, she wore the tiniest pair of booty shorts he’d ever seen—so tiny they barely counted as clothing, just a flash of turquoise and pink (House Fortuna colors?) stretched over a very obvious camel-toe. Her thick thighs led down to long legs and feet that were crammed into what must have once been expensive flip flops, now so beat-up and sweat-stained they squished with every step.

If Max’s jaw hadn’t already hit the floor, it definitely did when she turned around to shut the door. Now he could see for sure—yep, those shorts were House Fortuna colors, the logo stretched and warped across her ass. He might’ve wondered why a Proserpina girl was wearing Fortuna gear, but it was hard to focus on anything except the fact that, from the back, those shorts were even more ridiculous. They fit more like outgrown panties (and she definitely wasn’t wearing any underneath), with more than half her pale, sweaty butt spilling out over the top, her crack and cheeks on full, jiggling display. There were pimples and blemishes scattered across her skin, and what little fabric wasn’t being stretched to death was getting swallowed up by the bottom of her butt. To top it off, the shorts were faded, stained, and—yep, Max could see it—some of those stains were definitely not just sweat. Brownish, greenish marks, and the discoloration running down her crack made it clear these shorts had seen way too much action.

Max, caught somewhere between awe and total disgust, tried to snap himself out of it and focus on the conversation she was having on speakerphone. She was slurping on a milkshake bigger than his whole body, barely paying attention to anything else. “Yeah, Mom, for the last time, I’m settling in just fine…”

“Sofia, Dear, you know I just worry about you. How you could ever pass up the legacy I left behind for you at House Fortuna for House Proserpina of all places, I will never understand. That’s almost worse than being unaffiliated! And what is that horrendous slurping noise I keep hearing?”

Ignoring the rest of her mother’s ramblings, the woman, Sofia, rolled her eyes exaggeratedly before she responded to her question. “It’s a milkshake, Mom. A strawberry milkshake.”

“Dairy, Sofia? Really? Who knows what havoc all that fatty nonsense will do to your perfect figure!"

“Relax, Mom, I don’t stream anymore, and no one cares if I stink up the place.” Honestly, that was half the reason Sofia had picked this house in the first place—after seeing her ‘Big Sis’ Hazel in action, she knew she’d fit right in. Not that she was about to tell her mom just how much she’d let herself go since moving in.

“Listen here, Young Lady, just because you could balloon to over 400 pounds and literally shit yourself in that podunk shack they call a ‘House,’ and no one would even notice, let alone take offense, doesn’t mean you should! I won’t stand for it! And what about romance? At House Fortuna, you would be able to pick anyone you’d like, or at least be swimming in offers to take you out if nothing else! I bet since you joined that House that not one person has even asked you out!”

“R-relax, Mom, I… I umm… I already have a boyfriend.”

“Oh? And why haven’t I met him? Or heard anything about him?”

Max was so caught up eavesdropping on Sofia’s call that he almost forgot he was supposed to be figuring out if she was the one he wanted to trust. Not that it mattered—her eyes landed on him, still standing there, naked and exposed on the coffee table. “Holy shit— I mean, hold on a second, Mom.” Before he could even think about running, Sofia muted her phone and lunged at him, her massive boobs nearly flattening him as she crouched down, green eyes locked on his tiny, helpless body. Max toppled backward, landing hard on his bare ass. “Whoa there, Little Guy, I’m not gonna hurt you. What are you doing here? Who are you?”

With nowhere to hide and Sofia’s giant face looming over him, Max realized he had no choice but to answer. “I-I’m Max! I, uh… I don’t really know what I’m doing here. I think I came to a party, but I was super drunk. Next thing I know, I wake up naked on this coffee table… I don’t even know how I got shrunk…”

“Well… I mean that part’s pretty obvious at least. Someone slipped you a shrinking serum.”

“W-what? You don’t even seem surprised… Do you know about stuff like that? Do you know how to grow me back?”

“Eh, I’ve just heard my mom talk about it with her friends. She’s from Fortuna, not Juno, but some of the girls still know how to get those serums. And, uh… about getting big again… Sorry, but it’s permanent. You’re stuck like this. Forever.”

Max’s face went almost as pale as Sofia’s thighs. “W-what? Permanent?!”

“Yeah… sorry. It’s not so much that they haven’t figured out a way to reverse the effects, they just specifically made it so it CAN’T be reversed. Those House Juno types are pretty serious, ya know? Anyway, I wish it were under better circumstances, but it’s nice to meet you, Max. My name's Sofia, and—“

“Sofia! Where did you go? We’re not done talking; you’re not dodging this! If you don’t prove to me you have a boyfriend RIGHT NOW, I’ll come over there and drag you to House Fortuna by your ear, kicking and screaming if I have to!”

“Aaww, shit, she’s getting serious. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what am I gonna— Oh, wait, that’s perfect!” Max didn’t like the look that flashed across Sofia’s face, even as she tried to act all cute, pushing up her boobs so they filled his whole view again. The move sent another wave of her ripe BO rolling over him, but she didn’t seem to notice—or care. He still couldn’t shake the feeling that she looked familiar, but his brain was too busy short-circuiting. “Listen, Max, you don’t have a girlfriend, do you? Or anyone you’re… you know… fucking right now?””

Max’s whole body went red as he realized he was still completely naked, and he scrambled to cover himself with both hands—way too late, since Sofia had already been staring. “W-what?! N-no, I don’t have a girlfriend, and I haven’t even— Nevermind, no, I’m not… I’m not fucking anyone.””

“Great! Well, I know this is kinda sudden, but you obviously find me attractive from how you’ve been staring and the fact that your dick was at full mast before you finally decided to cover it, yeah?”

“W-well, I mean, I umm… I…”

“Haha, don’t give yourself an aneurysm, Maxxie, I already know the answer. Anyway, I’m in a bit of a jam, and it doesn’t hurt that you’re pretty damn cute. So, how about this: you agree to be my boyfriend for now, get all the perks that come with it, and I make sure none of the other girls in the house find you and break you in as a sex toy for one of their many, many kinks… or, you know, turn you into communal property like those dildos over there.” Max’s stomach lurched as they both glanced at the pile of half-destroyed toys, cringing together at the idea of him ending up the same way. “Not such a bad deal, right? So, what do you say? Sorry to rush, but I’m kinda on the clock…”

Max froze, glancing between Sofia’s pleading eyes and the phone where her mom was still ranting. He barely knew this girl, but she wasn’t wrong—if even half the rumors about this house were true, the next girl to find him would probably shove him straight into her panties, and that was if she was feeling generous. The whole thing felt rushed, but there was something almost sincere about it, and, well, he couldn’t deny Sofia was hot—even if she smelled like she hadn’t showered in days. With Sofia bouncing between him and her phone, and her mom’s voice getting louder, Max finally gave in. “O-okay, Sofia, I’ll be your boyfriend… if you’ll have me?”

“YES! You won’t regret this, Maxxie! I promise!” Sofia pumped her fist, still kneeling, which shoved her camel-toed crotch right in Max’s face. He got a front-row seat to just how gigantic she was compared to him—and how her shorts were absolutely soaked, radiating a stench that was half fishy BO, half sickly-sweet funk that made his eyes water. Sofia, of course, didn’t notice a thing as she unmuted her phone. “Sorry, Mom, sorry, I was actually just talking with my boyfriend just now!”

“…Oh? Is that so? Then you won’t mind putting him on video chat? In fact, I’d like to see you on video chat regardless of whether your ‘boyfriend’ is really there. It’s been at least a month, and I want to make sure Proserpina hasn’t ruined you so much you’ll never marry!”

With a mouthed ‘sorry’ and a ‘just roll with it’, Sofia pressed the video call button and made sure to move the camera so that her mother could see her face and (most of) her obviously grown chest. Sofia’s mother immediately became open-mouthed in shock at the transformation, even from this angle, but Sofia didn’t give her an opportunity before diving right in on her. “No, Mom, Proserpina hasn’t ‘ruined’ me; in fact, I think it’s improved me! I never had a boyfriend even when I WAS doing all your Fortuna nonsense, and now I have a boyfriend who has the hots for me even at this size— heck, he’d still love me no matter HOW big I get, because either way I’m gigantic to him! He got hit with one of those shrinking serums, and he STILL wants to date me! H-he’s umm… Oh, yeah! He’s actually the one who had me get this GIGANTIC milkshake, because he loves my new and improved, bubbly butt in every way! See?”

Before Max could even figure out what was going on, Sofia, who had obviously taken some liberties describing their new relationship, swung the camera around to show off her barely-clothed butt to her mom, before moving both the phone and her butt right over Max’s (still naked) body, before——

SSSPPLLLLOOOORAAAAAAAASSSHHHHTTT!!!

Max was nearly drowned in the wettest, most disgusting fart he’d ever witnessed as Sofia all but sharted all over him, pulling the camera away before it could catch Max’s reaction as he was engulfed in the humid cloud of stench. “S-see? Max even likes my butt when it’s like THIS. He’d even like it if I shit myself as you talked about… with him in the back of my shorts! Y-yeah! So… you know… I’ll be fine!”

A bunch of facial expressions Sofia had never seen her mother make washed over her face in quick succession, before eventually settling into what Sofia was astonished to see was… acceptance? “Alright, fine. If you’ve truly chosen this path and have found someone to go on it with you… Then I’ll support you. I still think you’re making a mistake, but at least you’re not alone. Let me talk to him.”

Sofia was beyond shocked. She had assumed she’d have to end the call at some point by hanging up and dealing with her mom bitching at her for a few weeks for the slight, but this was… different. So different, in fact, that before she thought better of it, she had already turned the camera back to Max, who had just barely recovered from the fart attack, and had just enough wherewithal to cover himself up before Sofia’s mom saw his crotch as she began talking to him.

“Well, it’s nice to see that at least my daughter’s taste in looks hasn’t been completely deteriorated, even if I don’t agree with the kinks you’re into…” Max could only blush horribly, not knowing how to respond. “…And you know when to listen instead of speaking, good. Then listen well. I haven’t seen my daughter this sure of herself in… well, ever. So you must mean a lot to her, and for that I’m grateful. As long as you keep her this happy and support her as you apparently have been… I’m willing to allow your relationship to play out without stepping in too often…” Max actually felt a warmth come from her as she smiled, which took a bit of the sting of meeting his new girlfriend’s mom for the first time, shrunken and naked like this, but the moment didn’t last terribly long as her face (which was a lot like a meticulously done-up, more mature version of Sofia’s) soon turned stony. “But… I’ll be checking in periodically. If you hurt my daughter, break her heart, or I think you’re toying with her because you’re no longer attracted to the changes in her body you’ve no doubt had a big part in instigating, I will find you, and I will end you.  Understood?”

“Y-yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. I like you already. Alright, Sofia, I’ll let you get back to whatever it was you two were doing that I obviously interrupted. But don’t forget, I’ll be checking in, and I’ll end this if I get even a hint that he’s not appreciating everything about being your boyfriend.”

“Y-yeah, Mom, of course… Love you.”

“Love you too, Dear.”

As the call finally ended, Sofia and Max just stared at each other, both of them too stunned to move or even speak. Max was still reeling from the whole insane ordeal, the smell of Sofia’s fart still clinging to him, while Sofia looked like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to laugh or apologize. Eventually, she broke the silence…

Choices:

1. “W-well, we fooled her. Sorry about that fart, but I had to convince her on the fly, you know?” ((Sofia doesn’t go out of her way to be gross around Max and really does become his girlfriend, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t nonchalantly/unawaredly gross around/on him anyway.))
2. “Oh geez, sorry Maxxie, I promise I’ll do my best to be an awesome girlfriend for you and all, but you’re going to have to at least get used to my butt and all its, umm… ‘nuances’. Actually, you’re just going to have to get used to all of my body, especially the bigger and smellier bits. I don’t know how, but Mom always knows when I’m lying about stuff like this… But don’t worry, I’ll be sure you’re around me and my bod so often that you’ll be more than used to it before Mom seriously checks on us. Good to know you already don’t mind if I fart right on you! Thanks, Maxxie!” ((Sofia goes out of her way to expose Max to all the gross parts of her body from now on, both sexually and otherwise since they’re now dating, especially everything to do with and that comes out of her butt, especially farts and scat.))
3. “Thanks, Maxxie! Sorry, but Mom somehow knows when I lie about this stuff, so I needed you to really agree, but… I can’t REALLY date a tiny guy like you 24/7, you know? A girl has needs and all that, and I don’t think I’d be the best to take care of a tiny guy like you all the time anyway. But uh… Don’t worry, I know JUST the girl to take care of you most of the time, and when I need you to placate my mom, I’ll find you, alright? Think of it like the start of your very own harem!” ((Sofia more or less tricked Max, and brings him still reeking of her fart to someone else to ‘take care of’ him most of the time and be his ‘second girlfriend’ (and not thinking to consult him in this decision), and may randomly nab him for herself when she needs him to convince her mom of her dateability again.))