A Little Help From Hazel Shrunken First Semester chapter 5 by maximally

Daisy thought for a moment, one finger tapping against her chin. “Well… I guess we could see if Hazel’s around.”

Max’s head snapped up. "Hazel? As in, Hazel Berry?" 

“Yeah.” Daisy made a face. “She’s… a lot. But she’s also the smartest person I know. And she’s a chem major. If anyone in this house might know something about the serum, it’s her.”

Max had heard the infamous sophomore's name before. Usually whispered, usually followed by phrases like “stay the fuck away from her” or “she got banned from three different Discord servers for being too unhinged.” 

Still.

If there was even a chance she could help…

“You think she’d actually help me?” he asked.

Daisy shrugged. “She might. Or she might try to turn you into one of her experiments. It’s kind of a coin flip with her.” She gave him a small, crooked smile. “But she likes me. And if I ask her nicely, she’ll probably at least hear us out.”

Max took a shaky breath. The idea of putting his fate in the hands of another Proserpina girl made his stomach twist. But sitting here doing nothing while his old life slipped further away felt even worse.

“…Alright. Let’s go see her.”

“Cool.” Daisy sat up carefully, cupping one hand behind him so he didn’t tumble off her chest. “I’m guessing you don’t want to go back in my underwear for the walk over?”

Max let out a weak laugh despite everything. “Yeah. Maybe not.”

“Fair.” She gently picked him up and, after a moment’s consideration, slid him carefully into the right front pocket of her sweatpants. The fabric was warm, a little damp, and smelled strongly of her. “Here we go. Try not to fall out.”

Max sank into the pocket, surrounded by the heat of her thigh and the constant, heavy sway of her body as she stood up. Every step made the fabric shift around him. He could feel the powerful muscles of her leg flexing, the faint jiggle of her thigh with each step, and underneath it all, the ever-present musk of her unwashed body clinging to the inside of the pocket.

Daisy paused at the door, one hand resting protectively over the pocket like she was making sure he was still there.

Then she stepped out into the hallway.

*

Every massive step Daisy took sent him bouncing inside the warm, damp pocket of her sweatpants. The fabric clung to him, thick with her scent. He could feel the powerful flex of her thigh with each stride, the faint jiggle of soft flesh surrounding him. It was strangely intimate — and more than a little overwhelming.

The hallway was mostly empty. Most of the other girls were either still asleep, out getting food, or locked in their rooms doing god-knows-what. Max was quietly grateful for the privacy.

When they reached Hazel’s door, a cheap wireless speaker duct-taped above the frame crackled to life.

“If you’re hearing this, I’m either sleeping, shitting, or gooning. Leave a message at the beep.”

Daisy took a breath. “Hey Hazel, it’s Daisy. I’ve got something you might be interested in. If you want to just text me back, I can—”

The door flew open before she could finish.

Hazel Berry stood in the doorway in all her chaotic glory.

She was wearing low-slung polka-dot sweatpants and a striped blouse that was only half-buttoned, exposing the soft curve of her belly and the underside of her breasts. Her long, greasy brown hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, and her thick-rimmed glasses sat crooked on her face. Behind her, multiple monitors glowed with paused hentai. Her hands were visibly shiny, and there was a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead and upper lip.

Daisy had clearly interrupted her right in the middle of her customary mid-day goon sesh.

“Well, well, well,” Hazel said, grinning wide enough to show her prominent front teeth. “You finally came around to my offer, huh?”

Daisy rolled her eyes. "Hazel, for the last time, I'm not letting you anywhere near my ass."

“Aww, c’mon!” Hazel’s face immediately shifted into an exaggerated pout. “Just a little taste? Every time I see you waddling out of the bathroom it’s actual torture. Do you have any idea how good you smell after a long day?”

Down in Daisy's pocket, Max listened in disbelief. If this was the girl Daisy was counting on to find a cure for his condition, he wasn't sure he liked his chances so far.

“Gross,” Daisy muttered, though her ears were turning pink. “Can I come in or not?”

Hazel stepped back, still smirking. “Sure. Fair warning though — I had Indian food last night.”

Like most dorms in House Proserpina, Hazel's home base was more cave than bedroom—dark, dirty, and pungent. Porn posters covered the walls. Computer chair mats were scattered across the floor like she regularly needed protection from her own messes. A massive water-cooled PC dominated one corner, its RGB lights casting shifting colors across the chaos. The only real furniture was a worn gaming chair — which Hazel immediately claimed — and a stained mattress that looked like it had seen war crimes. Not wanting to risk the mattress, Daisy decided to stand.

BBBBRRRPPPPPPTTTTTTTT

"Whew!" Hazel giggled, grinding her hips into her chair. "That was a wet one!"

“Jesus, Hazel," said Daisy, forcing herself not to roll her eyes again.

Max, still tucked in Daisy’s pocket, had to fight the urge to gag. The room already smelled like a battlefield of bodily fluids. Hazel’s fresh contribution didn’t help. From what he'd heard about Hazel, it wouldn't have surprised him if she took supplements to make her various bodily functions even worse.

"Like you're one to talk," Hazel teased, tapping a few keys on her desktop and triggering the homemade smart lock on the door. "So, what's up?"

"W-well, uh..." Rather than trying to explain, Daisy simply fished into her pocket and pulled out Max. "This."

As she held him up between two fingers. Hazel’s eyes went wide. For a second, the chaotic energy in the room shifted into something sharper.

“…Whoa,” Hazel murmured.

Max forced himself to speak, even though every instinct told him to stay quiet. “H-hey. You must be Hazel.”

Hazel leaned forward, elbows on her knees, staring at him like he was the most interesting thing she’d seen in months. Her breath hit him in a hot, rancid wave — heavy with stale energy drinks and cheetos.

"H-hey there," he said, forcing a half-hearted wave. "Hazel, right?"

“A miniguy,” she breathed. “An actual, real miniguy.” Her gaze flicked up to Daisy, hungry and disbelieving. "Is he... a gift? For me? You shouldn't have! I mean, obviously, I accept, but-"

“No, Hazel.” Daisy instinctively pulled Max closer to her chest. “I found him this morning in the common room. I’m trying to figure out if there’s any way to get him back to normal.”

Hazel scowled. "Back to normal? Why?  If I had a cute little guy like this, he’d on a one-way flight to Pussytown by now." She licked her lips and slid a hand down the front of her sweatpants without shame. "With an overnight layover in Butthole City after that..."

Max flinched as she started openly touching herself while staring at him. 

"Very funny,” said Daisy, tightening her grip on him protectively. "Do you know what he got dosed with? Or who might have done it?"

Hazel shrugged, still lazily rubbing herself. “Obviously some kind of shrinking serum. My best guess? One of those goth bitches in Juno. I actually cooked up a fresh batch for them a couple weeks ago.”

Max’s heart jumped. “You… you make it?”

"Best guess," Hazel continued, ignoring the shrunken freshman's question, "one of them tried to tag him and bag him at some party last night, and he fell out of her bra on the way home." She shivered, upping the pace of the hand beneath her waistband. "Or her lacy black panties..."

"Hazel," said Daisy, trying to curb her neighbor's insatiable horniness. "Focus. If you know how to make this stuff, can you find out if there's any way to reverse it?"

"I could." Hazel grinned. "But what's in it for me? Actually, don't answer that. How about this: if I can't find a way to get him back to normal, I get to keep him."

Max went cold. He looked up at Daisy instinctively, and the expression on her face made something twist in his chest. She looked genuinely pained.

For a moment, Daisy was quiet. Then she sighed — the long, reluctant sigh of someone about to do something she really didn’t want to do.

“Better idea,” she said. “If you actually try… like, actually try… I’ll let you eat my ass. Once.”

Hazel’s hand stopped moving. Her eyes went huge behind her glasses. “…Really?”

“Just once,” Daisy said quickly, already regretting it. “And we’re never talking about it again after.”

Hazel looked like she’d just been handed the keys to heaven. The hand in her sweatpants started moving again, faster this time.

"Alright." Already, Hazel's voice was husky with lust, her usual dorky bravado restored. "So when do I get to claim my reward? Do I get to choose what you eat that day?"

"Not until you figure this out." Daisy crossed her arms.

"Alrighty then," said Hazel, withdrawing her hand from her sweatpants, spitting on her palm and extending it toward Daisy. "So, do we have a deal?"