Gooning With Hazel Shrunken First Semester chapter 6 by maximally

Daisy stared at the offered hand for a long second, then glanced down at Max. He could see the conflict in her eyes — the embarrassment, the reluctance, and underneath it all, the quiet determination to protect him.

Max swallowed.

He didn’t love the idea of being part of this disgusting bargain. But right now, Daisy was the only thing standing between him and becoming Hazel’s new toy.

“I think so,” Daisy said, reluctantly accepting Hazel’s slimy grip.

The handshake lasted far longer than it should have. By the time Daisy finally pulled her hand back, her palm was glistening with Hazel’s pussy juice. She wiped it on her sweatpants with a grimace.

“Excellent,” Hazel said, licking her fingers clean with a satisfied smirk. “Let’s start with those samples.”

She pulled open a drawer and retrieved a small cardboard box filled with tiny plastic vials. They looked strangely sterile compared to the rest of the disaster zone she called a room.

“Normally I’d go for blood,” Hazel said casually, “but I don’t have any needles small enough for miniguys. A little boycum should do the trick though.”

Max stared at her in disbelief.

“S-seriously?”

“What’s wrong, miniguy?” Hazel wiggled her eyebrows. “Performance anxiety? I’ve got pills for that.” She reached for another drawer, then paused and glanced at Daisy with a wicked grin. “Or maybe Daisy and I could put on a little show for you. Help get the juices flowing. Whaddaya say, D? Wanna let me claim my prize early?” She gave her ass a playful shake. “Or you could claim mine?”

“In your dreams,” Daisy scoffed. She looked down at Max, her expression softening. “Max… if it’s easier, we can go back to my room. I can leave you alone if you want.”

Max shook his head. He just wanted this over with. “No. It’s fine. Can you just… set me down on the desk?”

“Alright.” Daisy carried him over and shot Hazel a warning look. “Don’t try anything. He’s mine.”

The word mine sent an unexpected little thrill through Max’s chest.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Hazel, already sliding her hand back down her sweatpants. "Whatever gets my tongue up your bum."

Daisy carefully set Max down on Hazel’s oversized mousepad — a print of several VTubers in the middle of a truly disgusting scat orgy. The surface was slightly tacky. Next to him sat a half-empty Monster can and a few oversized silicone plugs that smelled strongly of use.

“Again,” Daisy said quietly, “just say the word and we’re gone.”

“Got it,” Max muttered.

He sat there naked on the filthy mousepad, two giant girls staring down at him expectantly, and tried to will his body to cooperate. This was already the most humiliating situation he’d ever been in.

“Guessing you need some lube, miniguy?” Hazel grinned. “Here—”

Before Daisy could stop her, Hazel reached over and wrapped her fingers around Max’s entire body. Her hand was still warm and slick from fingering herself. She rolled him between her fingers, thoroughly coating him in thick, pungent pussy juice.

Max gasped and sputtered as the viscous fluid smeared across his face, into his mouth, and down his chest. The smell was overwhelming — ripe, fermented, and unmistakably Hazel.

“Hazel!” Daisy lunged forward and yanked her neighbor’s hand away. “What the fuck did I just say?!”

“Sorry,” Hazel said, completely unapologetic as she licked her fingers again. “Couldn’t resist.”

Daisy turned back to Max, worried. “Max, are you okay?”

“It’s… fine,” he managed, coughing. He sat up, trying to ignore the way Hazel’s juices clung to every inch of him. Annoyingly, it did work as lube. The only problem was the audience.

He started stroking himself, but his body refused to cooperate. Having two giant girls watching him like this made it impossible to focus.

Hazel clicked her tongue. “He needs more stimulation.”

Daisy crossed her arms. “Maybe put something on one of your monitors?”

“Nah,” Hazel said, already standing up. “I’ve got a better idea.”

She tapped a few keys on her keyboard. The room’s lights shifted to cheap porn-pink and purple. A heavy bass-heavy track started playing from hidden speakers. Then Hazel turned around, stuck her ass out toward the desk, and started twerking.

Or at least, her uncoordinated, dorky version of it.

Max’s eyes went wide.

Hazel’s ass wasn’t as massive as Daisy’s, but it was still supernaturally above average by most people's standards of "big" — soft, round, and barely contained by her polka-dot sweatpants. The only off-putting part of the experience was the occasional aroma of butt funk, that wafted down to his place on the desk with every clap of her ass. It smelled like Hazel hadn't wiped — let alone washed — down there in a very long time. Still, trying harder than ever to finish the task at hand, he forced himself to avoid dwelling on that.

Somehow, it worked.

Blood rushed to Max’s cock. He started stroking faster, eyes locked on the jiggling spectacle in front of him.

Daisy stood off to the side, arms still crossed, watching with a complicated expression. Part of her was relieved this was working. Another, quieter part of her felt strangely jealous that Hazel was the one making Max hard.

“Like what you see, miniguy?” Hazel moaned, both hands down her own pants again. “That getting your little cock hard?”

Max couldn’t bring himself to answer out loud. He just nodded, breathing hard.

“I thought so,” Hazel giggled. She scrunched her face up in concentration. “If you like that… you’re gonna love this!”

BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

The fart exploded out of her with zero warning — long, wet, and devastatingly loud. A hot, sulfuric gust blasted across the desk like a toxic shockwave. Max came at the exact same moment, the smell hitting him full-force as his orgasm crashed through him. He doubled over coughing, eyes watering, cum pulsing onto the mousepad in weak spurts.

“Hazel!” Daisy groaned, waving a hand in front of her face. “That’s so fucking gross!”

“Tell me about it,” Hazel said, licking her lips as she turned around. “Was it as good for you as it was for me, miniguy?”

Max didn’t answer. He was still coughing, caught between the aftershocks of one of the strongest orgasms of his life and the lingering burn of Hazel’s gas in his lungs. He wasn’t sure how to feel about the fact that her fart had been what finally pushed him over the edge.

“I-Is that it?” he asked weakly once he could speak again.

“Almost.” Hazel placed one of the tiny vials on the desk in front of him. “Try and get as much as you can in there, kay?”

Still dazed, Max did as he was told. He carefully filled the rice-grain-sized container, sealed it, and set it on the edge of the desk like a good little lab rat.

“Perfect,” Hazel said, snatching it up and tucking it into her pocket. She looked between Daisy and Max with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Now there’s just one more thing to settle… who’s gonna hang onto miniguy while I work on this?”

Daisy didn’t hesitate. “Me. Obviously.”

Hazel tilted her head, smirking. “I mean… if he stays with me, I could run more tests. Might make reversing it easier.”

She turned her attention to Max, grin widening.

“What do you think, miniguy?”