"I think so," said Daisy, accepting Hazel's slimy grip and wincing. Their shake lasted far longer than the giant shut-in would have liked—and by the time she finally pulled away, her hand was covered in pussy juice.

"Excellent," said Hazel, licking her fingers and smirking. "Let's start with those samples." Pulling open a drawer in her desk, the buck-toothed nerd withdrew a tiny cardboard box filled with miniature plastic vials—which looked remarkably sterile compared to the rest of the room. "Usually, I'd do this with blood, but I don't have any needles small enough for miniguys... a little boycum should do the trick, though."

Max froze. "S-seriously?" When Hazel had mentioned getting some of his semen for testing, he'd assumed it was some kind of joke. Not that the last few minutes had given him any reason to doubt the huge, horny gooner's capacity for taking everything to cartoonishly kinky extremes.

"What's wrong, miniguy?" Hazel wiggled her eyebrows. "Can't get it up? 'Cause I've got pills for that." Moving to open another of the drawers in her desk, she stopped and nodded at Max's giant guardian. "Or maybe Daisy and I can put on a little show for you. Help get you in the mood. Whaddaya say, D? Wanna let me claim my prize early?" She gave her ass a shake in Daisy's direction. "Or you could claim mine?"

"In your dreams," Daisy scoffed, looking back to the shrunken freshman in her hand. "Max... if it's easier, maybe we could go back to my room? I could leave you alone, if you want."

"No," said Max, shaking his head. Right now, all he cared about was getting this whole ordeal over with as soon as possible. "It's alright. Do you wanna just... set me down on the desk?"

"Alright." Stepping over to Hazel's command center, Daisy shot her neighbor a glare. "Don't try anything funny, okay? Remember, he's mine."

At the word "mine," Max felt a strange surge of confidence. For some reason, part of him really liked the way that sounded.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Hazel, sticking her hand back down her pants. "Whatever gets my tongue up your bum."

"Don't remind me," sighed Daisy. Surveying Hazel's desk, she guessed that the best spot for Max would be her neighbor's extra-large mousepad—a print of several popular VTubers immersed in some kind of disgusting, scatological orgy. "Again," she said, carefully playing him down beside a half-full Monster can and several funky-smelling oversized silicone plugs, "just say the word, and we're out of here."

"Got it," said Max, "thanks." This was easily the most uncomfortable situation he'd ever jacked off in, and that wasn't even counting the two giant horny Proserpinans staring down at him expectantly. Still, if this is what he had to do, he knew he had to try.

"Guessing ya need some lube, miniguy?" Hazel smirked. "Here..."

Before Daisy could react, the fetid nerd reached over and wrapped Max in the hand she'd just been using to finger herself, coating him in another thick layer of pungent pussy juice.

"Hazel!" Rushing forward to pull her neighbor off Max, Daisy was livid. "What did I just say?!"

"Sorry," said Hazel, releasing the shrunken freshman and licking her fingers again, "couldn't resist."

"I..." Knowing there was little point in trying to get Hazel to change her ways, Daisy returned her attention to Max. "Max, are you okay?"

"It's... fine," said Max, settling back into a sitting position and trying to get to work. While he took no pleasure in admitting it, Hazel's pussy juice did, in fact, make pretty great lube. The only problem was that he wasn't used to having an audience—and after several seconds of limited success, he could tell that they were getting impatient. 

"Hmm." Hazel scowled. "Looks like someone needs a little extra stimulation."

Beside her, Daisy crossed her arms. She didn't like the thought of her neighbor subjecting Max to any more of her pervy ideas. At the same time, though, she wasn't necessarily opposed to speeding up the process of getting out of here. "Maybe you could put something on one of your monitors for him?"

"Nah," said Hazel, "I've got a better idea." Rising from her gaming chair, she stepped back up to her desk and tapped a few keys on her keyboard—shifting the room's lights to a mix of deep pinks and purples and activating several speakers around the room. Then, as the sound of a bass-heavy dancehall track began to fill the space, the giant gooner turned around, stuck her ass out toward the shrunken man on her desk and started twerking—or, at least, the best approximation of twerking she could muster as a lifelong uncoordinated dork.

"What the..." Watching this unfold, Daisy was shocked. "Where'd you learn to dance like that?"

"That Bella chick on OnlyFans," giggled Hazel, eagerly gyrating her chubby, polka-dot-covered rump. Though her form was far from perfect, lacking anything like true rhythm, she had more booty than the three-inch-tall virgin behind her knew what to do with—and as he watched her massive sweaty cheeks jiggling back and forth, only a foot or two above him, he finally felt some blood going to his groin. 

"Oh, wow," said Max, speeding up the pace of his strokes. Hazel's butt was a lot smaller than Daisy's, but it was still supernaturally above average by most people's standards of "big"—and he had always had a thing for bottom-heavy ladies. The only off-putting part of the experience was the occasional gust 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. 

While this was happening, Daisy simply stood back in disbelief. Despite having less than zero interest in putting on a similar show in Hazel's presence, part of her couldn't help feeling jealous that her neighbor was the one giving Max a boner right now.

"You like that, miniguy?" Hazel moaned, both hands down her pants. "That get your little cock hard?"

As much as Max didn't want to give Hazel the satisfaction of a response, he couldn't resist nodding. At this point, he was almost there. 

"I thought so." The buck-toothed nerd giggled, scrunching her face up a little. "If you like that, I think you're gonna loooove this!"

BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Just as Max was nearing one of the biggest orgasms of his life, a colossal fart thundered out of the giant horny nerd's ass and washed out over the desk like a sulfuric tidal wave. As he finally came, the only thing on his mind was the smell of Hazel's farts. 

"Mmm," said Hazel, licking her lips. "Was that as good for you as it was for me, miniguy?"

Behind her, settling into a moment of rancid afterglow, Max wasn't sure how to feel. On the one hand, Hazel's little show had made him cum just as hard as the full-body blowjob he'd gotten from Daisy. On the other hand, he really wasn't thrilled that the last burst of stimuli to put him over the edge was a faceful of the giant gooner's gas. Hopefully, he thought, this wasn't some kind of twisted conditioning exercise. "I-Is that it?" 

"Almost," she said, turning around and placing one of the little vials on the table. "Try and get as much as you can in there. Kay?"

More than ready to leave, Max did as he was told—diligently filling and then sealing the rice-grain-sized container with as much of his latest load as he could before placing it on the edge of the desk.

"Perfect," said Hazel, snatching it up and tucking it into her pocket. "I guess there's just one more thing to settle... who's gonna hang onto miniguy until I'm done?"

Daisy frowned. "Is that even a question? I am."

Max swallowed hard. While he was glad to have someone as big and kind-hearted as Daisy taking such an active interest in his well-being right now, the fact that she'd just committed him to a full month in her care felt oddly presumptive—like she hadn't even considered the possibility of taking him to the school's administration or the campus health center.

"I can see how you'd say that," said Hazel, grinning. "But if he stays with me, and I can run some more tests... it might make it easier to grow him back." Turning her attention to Max, her grin widened. "What do you think, miniguy?"