Mixed Messages -> Massive Misunderstandings
Shrunken First Semester
chapter 5
by
G-Writer
and
maximally
Maddie spent hours drifting in and out of a weed haze, half-watching her endless stream of nature documentaries. She loved them because there was always another animal, another weird climate, another soothing British voice. No plot, no drama, nothing to harsh her buzz. She didn’t even have to pay attention—though she always seemed to remember more than she thought, especially when random animal facts came up later. She could do this for hours, as long as she wasn’t forced to go to class or pretend to care about homework. The only thing that could ruin it was the internet going out, which happened so often at USD that everyone joked the college did it on purpose.
Maddie grunted in annoyance at the endless spinning wheel on her screen. The internet had been dead for at least fifteen minutes. Her weed was gone, her buzz was fading, and now she was stuck in her own funk. Even she had to grimace at the swampy wetness under her butt—she’d definitely made another pool of ass sweat that would take hours to dry. Shrugging, she decided to get up, not really sure what she’d do next, but willing to go with whatever popped into her head. She pushed out one more especially wet—
SSSPPPLLLAAAAAAARRSSSHHHTTT!!!!
Trying not to think about just how wet that last fart had been, Maddie shifted forward to stand up and immediately noticed her sweatpants were in a brutal wedgie. She was used to this with her underwear, but sitting that long with soaked sweats jammed up her crack was a whole new level of gross. With a grunt, Maddie reached back and yanked her sweats out of the depths, actually jumping a little when she heard a small splat behind her.
Max had lost track of how many hours he’d spent getting farted on and force-fed Maddie’s swampy ass sweat. He was pretty sure that even if he scrubbed himself raw and gargled a whole tube of toothpaste, he’d still smell and taste her ass for the rest of his life. The worst part? This was his first real ‘intimate’ experience with a girl—and she didn’t even know he was there. He kept hoping he’d just pass out and escape for a while, but every time he started to drift, another fart or a mouthful of sweat yanked him right back to reality.
When the nature doc finally cut off, Max hoped Maddie would get up and give him a chance to escape—or at least notice him. But after several minutes of silence, he figured she must have fallen asleep or something. So when she let out one last fart, he was totally unprepared. Somehow, this one was even worse than all the others, so bad it almost made him forget the hours of torture before. Even the taste of her ass sweat got more rancid.
It was so bad, Max thought he might actually pass out this time—only to be denied even that. Maddie finally got up, and suddenly he was free-falling, landing with a wet splat, spread-eagled on her disgustingly damp beanbag chair. When he forced his eyes open, Maddie’s face filled his vision. She’d finally turned around to find the source of the noise—and found him.
“Maxxie, duuude~, is that, like, you? How’d you get so tiiiny~, man?” If Max hadn’t been so busy breathing the relatively fresh air (even while still laying face-up in a puddle of Maddie’s ass sweat) and being relieved that Maddie finally found him, he might have wondered for the umpteenth time how Maddie’s voice and speech pattern somehow had the long, drawn out sounds of a surfer chick (without the surfing) and the lilting hitches of a valley-girl’s speech all rolled into one, her tone more musical and a bit high pitched than the low notes most people would expect from the slobby looks she gave off, but for now he was a little preoccupied. “You alright, Little Duuude~? You look, like, pretty comfy all marinading in my butt juices like that, but~…”
Max coughed, forcing himself up into a sitting position. He needed a minute to recover before he could even think about moving out of Maddie’s butt print without help. Blushing furiously at her commentary, and a little scared of how this would go, Max tried to explain what happened—from the party last night, to waking up tiny, to being found. He could only hope she was actually listening, since she seemed to zone out a few times, still not totally out of her stoned haze. But when he finished, she was quick to reply…
“So, let me get this straight, Little Guy. You ‘mysteriouslyyy~’ ended up shrunk on, like, our coffee table, then totes~ decided to jump onto the couch to have me, like, plop on you with my big ol’ tuchus~—“ She broke out in a fit of giggles at this point, before pulling herself back together. “Theeen~ you held onto my butt for dear life and, like, stayed even though I sat on you again, and you’ve been hanging out with me and been getting farted on for hours~… All while staying hydrated by drinking the sweat off this big, jiggly, swampy butt?” Emphasizing her final words, Maddie turned around to present said big butt, squeezing one of her enormous cheeks in her hand, the obvious chub squishing and overflowing her fingers as she did so (even a bit of her sweat being squeezed out of her still-soaked sweats). “Is that, like, just about riiiight~?”
Max, despite everything Maddie’s butt had just put him through, was still a horny, inexperienced guy. It took him a few seconds to realize he was staring open-mouthed at her before he could even answer. “W-well, technically that kind of happened, but that wasn’t what I was trying to do!“
Maddie just smiled down at him, obviously nowhere near as flustered as he was. “Oooh~? So what were you trying to do, Maxxie? Were you, like, trying to ask me out~?”
“W-what? No!”
“Oh, so you don’t want me to be your girlfriend? And I thought you were, like, crushing on me this whole time. So you shrunk yourself just to get sat on and farted all over after all~?”
The one-two punch of her even hinting he might have a chance with her, plus the follow-up accusation, was enough to make Max forget all about the hell he’d just gone through—and the puddle of butt sweat he was still sitting in. He blushed like mad all over again. “W-well… I mean… I have been crushing on you and want you as a girlfriend, but… I-I mean, I wouldn’t shrink myself just to have you sit and fart on me though…”
Maddie flashed a large smile as if he had just activated her trap card. “Oooh~, I get it, so you want to date me, AND you want my butt and EVERYTHING that comes with it, riiight~? Not ‘just’ my farts and being sat on?” Before Max could deny her once again, Maddie was quick to point toward his crotch, making him finally realize that he was still naked and she could see him (and his crotch) the entire time. “Come ooon~, dude, you don’t need to be ashamed about it. Your little buddy has been, like, full mast this whole convo. There’s no way ~ you’d be able to get it up so soon after everything you went through unless you were into it, even if you won’t admit it to yourself. Not to mention, who’d still want to date someone who put them through all that unless they were, like, absolutely obsessed with them and their butt? But don’t, like, worry, little Maxxie, shrinking yourself without even talking to me about it is a little ~ bold, but I happen to like blind acts of love. So not only will I be your girlfriend, but I’ll also give you EVERYTHING this butt can dish out from now on since you obviously love it so much; farts, booty sweat, sharts, and MORE! And you don’t even have to, like, admit you like it, because we both know you dooo~.”
Max could only stare at Maddie in shock. When she shook her gigantic sweats-clad ass at him, his eyes locked on it all over again. Maddie just smirked in triumph.
- To reward Max’s ‘boldness’, Maddie gets him off with a hand job (or more accurately, finger job) while he’s still in the puddle of her butt sweat, only cementing for her how much he has a not-so-secret obsession with her and more specifically her butt.
- The internet comes back online, and wanting to enjoy what Max had been experiencing under her WITH him this time, Maddie sits right back down on top of him, grinding her butt down on him and actively trying to push out as many farts on him as possible the way ‘he likes it’.
- Wanting to up the ante, Maddie decides to strip for Max and show him more of the booty that’s now ‘his’ and that he’ll be ‘enjoying’ everything about (and that comes out of it) from now on.