Max’s jaw dropped as he turned in time to witness the gigantic door swing open, his mind noticing the faint whiff of semi-fresh air before he even noticed the young woman who opened said door (which said something about how atrocious the stench from the common room around him must be), but soon she was all he could look at. At a glance, the woman looked vaguely familiar, but not being able to immediately place her in his mind (and totally not because he was a virgin and because of the size difference he was more or less ogling a goddess), he took all of her in as she absentmindedly stood in the doorway for a few moments engrossed in her phone conversation.
Her face was framed by blonde hair cut into a slightly more than shoulder length layered angled bob that was probably fashionable at some point, but had obviously grown out and not been taken care of for a while, the fly-aways and obvious (and presumably continuous) bedhead ruining whatever trendiness the haircut might have once conveyed. Her face was ivory pale, which only emphasized both the dark circles forming under her eyes and her overly pouty, naturally almost ruby red lips, accented with her humongous, still somewhat sparkling green eyes. From the neck up, she looked like a supermodel that may have gone a week without wearing her make-up and getting very little sleep, presumedly as she was in House Proserpina because she was gaming all night, or even more likely if the stereotype held true, diving down the internet’s never ending stream of porn and/or erotica. But if Max thought that above the neck she was stare-worthy, below was even more so.
Her easily G-cup breasts were doing their best to escape out of a shirt that she had tied in a knot under her burgeoning breasts (which most likely was the only thing keeping the shirt from flipping up and her constantly flashing people, especially as she obviously wore no bra if her nipples trying to tear the way through the thin fabric of her shirt were anything to go by), the shirt itself being quite a distraction as the all caps text said ‘EVERYBODY POOPS’, and in permanent marker, presumedly added by the young woman, to the bottom right of this text (difficult to read due to the distortion her chest size caused) read ‘I just do it better!’ Attempting not to think too hard about what ‘better’ would mean in this case, Max took in the rest of her torso, her pale midriff completely on display, glistening with what he hoped was just sweat (but was actually a combo of sweat mixed with the sheen of body grease) over a pair of the tiniest booty shorts Max had ever seen someone wear in real life, the article so tiny and cutting into her so harshly that it left barely more than a flash of turquoise and pink reminiscent of House Fortuna’s colors over very visible camel-toe. Below that, her curvaceous thighs lead to long legs and eventually very sweaty feet clad in obviously once-expensive but now very beat-up and dirt/sweat-stained flip flops that audibly squish each time she took a step.
If Max’s jaw hadn’t already hit the floor, it definitely did when she finally turned around to close the door. He could definitely confirm that the colors of her shorts were from House Fortuna as their logo (stretched and distorted as it was) was on the woman’s rump, and he might have questioned why someone in House Proserpina was wearing something from a different house, but he was decidedly distracted by the fact that although the shorts looked tiny from the front, they were MUCH more so in the back. Fitting more like a pair of outgrown panties (of which the woman seemed to not be wearing any), the booty shorts weren’t riding up, but instead were being overfilled, more than half of her starkly white butt overflowing over the top of the tiny article, leaving more than half of her horribly sweaty (and stained, Max couldn’t help but notice) butt crack and cheeks on full, jiggling display. More than a few blemishes/pimples were easily seen on her otherwise pale flesh, and what of the shorts wasn’t being stretched and overfilled was being chewed up by the bottom of her bubbly butt cheeks, showing that her butt would not be outdone when it came to her prominent curves. And as if to add insult to injury, the abused shorts weren’t only faded and stretched in the back, but more than a few stains showed throughout the fabric, and although a lot of them could be attributed to sweat, a few of the more brown/greenish hued ones could only be skid marks (and from the obvious discoloration of most of her crack on display, these stains were only being added to).
Racked with a strange mixture of awe and disgust, Max tried to shake himself out of the stupor of taking in this (comparative) goddess of a woman, and did his best to take in the conversation she was having on speaker phone while she slurped on what appeared to be a gigantic milkshake. “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.” That was actually half the reason why Sofia had picked this place after witnessing her ‘Big Sis’ Hazel for the first time, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to let her mother know that, especially as she’d been sure to not even let her mother know how much she’d truly let herself go over the last month or so after joining.
“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 had been so engrossed in listening to the conversation he had almost forgotten he needed to decide if Sofia was who he wanted to try to get help from after all, only to have the decision more or less made for him as her eyes picked this moment to spot him still standing naked on the coffee table. “Holy shit— I mean, hold on a second, Mom.” Before Max could even make a move, Sofia had muted her call and surged toward him, her breasts nearly crushing him in her rush as she crouched down to get closer to eye level, her green eyes staring at him intently as he fell back onto his naked butt. “Whoa there Little Guy, not gonna hurt you. What are you doing here? Who are you?”
Max decided his only option now that he had been spotted like this was to answer. “I-I’m Max! I umm… I don’t actually know what I’m doing here. I think I came to a party… but I was really drunk. I don’t remember anything between then and waking up naked on the coffee table like this… I don’t even know how I shrank…”
“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, more like I’ve heard my mom talk about it in her circles. She’s from Fortuna, not Juno or anything, but a few of the girls over there still have channels to get serums from them. And uh… about growing back… Sorry to tell you, 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? A-anyway, I wish it was under better circumstances, but it’s nice to meet you, Max. My names 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 shit, that’s perfect!” Max wasn’t sure he liked the look that fell onto Sofia’s face even as she tried to act cute and even used her arms to push up her breasts so they loomed in his vision once again (even though this also wafted a ‘fresh’ wave of her BO all over him, not that she noticed), also reminding him of how she looked familiar but he still couldn’t place it. “Listen, Max, you don’t have a girlfriend, do you? Or anyone you’re… you know… fucking right now?”
In spite of himself, Max could only blush, his whole body turning pink, then red as he remembered he was naked as he covered himself up as best he could with his hands, noticing too late that Sofia had been ogling his member. “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 aneurism, Maxxie, I obviously know the answer. Anyway, as you can see, I’m in a bit of a pickle, and it helps that you’re pretty damn cute yourself. So… how about we make a deal? You agree to be my boyfriend for at least the foreseeable future, and get all the perks us going steady entail, and I make sure that none of the other girls in the house end up finding you and breaking you in as a sex toy for one of their MANY kinks… or, you know, making you communal property or something like the dildos over on that couch.” Max nearly hurled as they both looked over at the nearly-destroyed toys, cringing in unison with Sofia at the thought of him meeting a similar fate. “Not such a bad deal, yeah? So whatcha say? Sorry to rush you, but I’m kinda on the clock…”
Max took a few seconds to think it over, which Sofia anxiously (yet relatively graciously) gave him. Ultimately, he didn’t really know much of anything about Sofia, but she WAS right about the fact that at least if the rumors were true, just about anyone else in this house that had found him might have already had him exploring her crotch face first, and that was if they were on the more vanilla side, which was a considerable minority. The offer, and her attraction to him, seemed genuine, albeit rushed, and although it still embarrassed him to admit it, he DID find her quite attractive, even if he thought she could do with a shower (or several). With Sofia looking desperately between him and her phone as her mother became more and more impatient, Max eventually decided to go for it and hope for the best. “O-okay Sofia, I’ll be your boyfriend… you know… if you’ll have me?”
“YES! You won’t regret this, Maxxie! I promise!” Sofia fist pumped, propping herself up while still on her knees as she did so in triumph… which coincidentally placed her camel-toed crotch directly in front of Max’s tiny form, not only showing how huge her crotch was compared to him, but also showing that is was not only soaking her tiny shorts… but that it stank horribly of the most rank, almost fishy BO, mixed with a smell so sickeningly sweet it almost made him gag, not that Sofia noticed as she unmuted her call. “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 if 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 like 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 she hung up, Sofia and Max stared silently at each other, neither of them sure how to move forward after this (apparent) ‘victory’, until finally Sofia beat Max to the punch…
Choices:
- “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.))
- “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 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.))
- “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.))