Faced with the combined attention of both giant young women, Max gulped. Even before he shrank, he'd never been good at high-pressure decision-making. Granted, spending a month cooped up with a fetid gooner like Hazel wasn't his idea of a dream scenario—but if she was telling the truth, it might also be his most viable shot at finding a cure for his condition. "I dunno. I guess… Hazel?"

"Huh," said Hazel, smiling smugly. "I woulda lost money on that, not gonna lie. Guess that's your cue to beat it, D."

"You're sure about this, Max?" Looking down at the three-inch-tall young man in her hand, Daisy did her best to sound like she supported his decision—while also giving him room to back out. "I'm with you either way...."

"Of course he's sure!" Hazel grinned. "Right, miniguy?"

"Y-yeah," stammered Max, trying to say it like he meant it. "If it helps you get me back to normal, I don't mind staying here for a bit."

"That's the spirit," said Hazel, standing up and snatching the shrunken freshman away from Daisy. "I'll text you later, D. We still gotta set a date for that ass-eating sesh. And I don't want you setting foot in the shower until we do!"

Daisy grimaced. "I... alright, fine." Turning for the door, she gave Max a final apologetic glance. "I'll come check on you later, okay?"

"S-sounds good," said Max, already having second thoughts about his decision. "Thanks, Daisy."

"Don't let the door hit your big, sexy ass on the way out," chuckled Hazel. Re-triggering the lock once Daisy closed the door, she looked down at Max and winked. "Looks like it's just you and me, miniguy."

Already, Max didn't like the way Hazel was eyeing him—like her intial surprised-horny-hungry look, times ten. "Y-yeah. So, uh… what kind of tests are you thinking of doing?"

Hazel smiled. "Well, there's one problem I'm gonna need your help solving."

Forcing a smile back, Max nodded. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah." Hazel's smile grew. "The thing is, all this ass-eating talk has got me feeling pretty horny. And when I'm horny, I can't focus on sciencey stuff. So... you're gonna be my little 'research assistant.' And your first project is getting me off." Setting him down on the desk and slipping out of her sweatpants, her smile grew. "Now... ass, or pussy?"

"A-ass?" Intensely distracted by Hazel's chubby, curvy nakedness — and another glimpse at the single hairiest vagina he'd ever seen — Max wasn't sure he understood the question. Then, he realized his question could be interpreted as an answer to hers. "Wait, no! I-"

"Ah, ah, ah," Hazel giggled, "no take-backs."

Before Max had any time to try to run or hide, he was back in Hazel's hand, and she was bringing him around to her ass. As the giant gooner pressed him down between her big, jiggling, unwashed cheeks, the overpowering smell he'd endured while she was twerking only got stronger—a mix of sweat and butt funk that forced itself into his nose like an occupying army. Hazel surrounded him from all angles, and all of his struggles only seemed to press him further and further in. 

"Mmm," giggled Hazel, "someone's excited! Don't worry, miniguy, you're almost there."

As if on cue, Max's face finally made contact with the deepest part of Hazel's ass—her huge, visibly-dirty pucker. It was the single most disgusting thing he'd ever seen, felt, or smelled in his entire life. Then, feeling the muscles around the giant gooner's anus contracting, he realized it was about to get even worse.

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If the smell inside Hazel's asscrack was bad, this fart was downright toxic. As it blasted into Max's shrunken face, he could only conclude that this was some kind of waking nightmare—or an especially kinky circle of hell. It was much bigger — and wetter — than the one she'd let loose while she was twerking... and now he was even closer to the action.

"Oooh," said Hazel, clenching her cheeks together. "You like that, huh?" 

Unsure whether the giant gooner had interpreted his struggles as enthusiasm, Max tried to keep as still as he could. In a matter of minutes, the top priority on his mind had shifted from getting back to normal to staying alive—and, ideally, getting away from this horrible, disgusting woman. How he was going to do that from here, though, he had no idea.

Meanwhile, Hazel shuffled back over to her chair and resumed the gooning sesh that Daisy had so rudely interrupted. Cueing up the several tabs of scat porn and giantess hentai on one monitor and a few tabs of shrinking serum research on another, she stuck her hand back down the front of her sweatpants and began to rub herself off again—while cutting several more rancid, juicy farts in Max's face.

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For the shrunken freshman pressed up against her asshole, each of these blasts was worse than the last. As Hazel brought herself closer and closer to her fifth or sixth orgasm of the day — she tended to lose count after three — her farts just kept coming. And of course, in true gooner style, she had no problem taking her time to get where she was going.

*

Two excruciating hours later, the massive buck-toothed nerd finally pushed herself over the edge of a toe-curling climax. Roused from a gas-induced delirium by the clenching of her cheeks, Max felt his giant captor's whole body tensing up—including her asshole.

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As she reached her breaking point, the tiny freshman beneath her was subjected to her worst fart yet: a ten-second-long ripper that rocked him like a shit-scented hurricane. By the time her sphincter relaxed, the only thing keeping him from blacking out was sheer determination. 

"Oooh..." Purring with pleasure, Hazel gently worked the shrunken young man out from the depths of her anus and brought him up in front of her face. "Alright, miniguy. Good news and better news."

Barely conscious after everything he'd just endured in Hazel's ass, mostly preoccupied with getting as many lungfuls of fresh, fart-free air as possible, it took every shred of brainpower at Max's disposal to string together a coherent response. "W-wha?"

"Good news for me... I haven't cum that hard in a long time." She smirked. "Better news for you... I'm putting you on full time booty duty until I get to the bottom of this thing."

"W-what?" Max's jaw dropped. Of all the places he could have ended up today, this was increasingly looking like the absolute worst-case scenario. "B-but... I can't stay back there! I'll suffocate!" 

"Nah, it'll be fine," said Hazel, returning her still-glistening hand to her mouse to start cueing up videos for her next goon sesh. "I've already got a couple ideas. I'm not big on underwear, so the best solution is probably some kind of butt plug. 3D-printed, so you can slot right into it. That way I don't have to worry about you getting crushed back there. Obviously, I'm gonna have to figure that out before we get into this whole 'getting you back to normal' wild goose chase—er, I mean, research."

Hearing all of this, Max felt the last traces of color draining from his face. After getting a desperately needed lifeline from the universe by running into the surprisingly selfless Daisy, he'd thrown it all away to put his faith in the giant walking red flag that was Hazel Berry. As he contemplated spending an entire month as a living buttplug, the huge, stinky nerd's stomach started rumbling. 

"Sounds like the ol' fart factory needs some more ammo," said Hazel, pulling up her usual menu of delivery sites. "Hmm... Indian again, or Mexican?"

Max groaned. The mere thought of having to smell whatever either of these cuisines would do to Hazel's digestive system was making him nauseous all over again.

"Ah, fuck it." Hazel giggled. "Both it is!"