A Heart-to-Heart With Buttzilla Shrunken First Semester chapter 7 by maximally

Max swallowed hard. Having two girls arguing over him should have been a fantasy come true. Instead, it just made his stomach twist. Probably because he was three inches tall, and his options were a buck-toothed, shameless gooner who wanted to turn him into a science experiment… or the biggest, slobbiest, most infamous shut-in on campus. Still, it wasn’t a difficult choice. 
 
“I think I’ll stick with Daisy,” he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. “As long as it doesn’t hurt my chances of getting back to normal.”

Hazel raised an eyebrow. “You sure? It might—”

“Give me a break, Hazel.” Daisy didn’t let her finish. She pulled Max closer against her chest, her fingers curling around him like a shield. “Anything you need to do to him, you can do while I’m around.”

“Fiiine,” Hazel groaned, slumping back in her chair. “It’s not like I’ve always wanted a tiny assistant or anything.”

Daisy hesitated at the door. “You’ll let me know if you have any updates before the end of the month?”

"Fiiine," groaned her brainy neighbor. "It's not like I've always wanted a miniguy assistant or anything."
 
"Cool." Daisy hesitated. "So... are we good here?"
 
"Yeah. Unless you wanna stick around and help me rub one out." Hazel grinned impishly. "All this ass-eating talk has got me all horned up."
 
Of course, neither Max nor Daisy needed to hear that offer twice. As the chubby ogress waddled over to the door, she exchanged a final look with her neighbor. "You'll let me know if you have any updates before the end of the month?"
  
“Obviously,” Hazel said, already spinning back toward her monitors. “We still gotta plan our date~”

Daisy just sighed and stepped out into the hallway, carefully angling her massive body sideways to fit through the doorframe.

The second they were back in her room with the door locked, she let out a long breath and placed Max down on her bed.

“Sorry about all of that,” she said, rubbing the back of her neck. “She’s… a lot.”

“It’s alright,” Max said, even though his whole body still smelled like Hazel’s pussy. “I just hope it works.”

“Same.”
 
Daisy stood there for a moment, just looking at him. Something had shifted in her expression. After watching Hazel make him cum with nothing but her ass and a well-timed fart, she felt an unexpected, possessive urge rising in her chest. She wanted to remind him — remind herself — that she could make him feel good too. Better, even.

She stepped closer to the bed, her colossal frame casting a shadow over him.

“Say, uh…” Her voice was softer now. “You want me to clean you off again?”

Max didn’t even hesitate. He was still coated in Hazel’s thick, pungent juices. “Yeah. Please.”

Daisy’s cheeks flushed, but she nodded. She picked him up gently and brought him to her lips.

This time, there was nothing hesitant about it.

The moment her mouth closed around him, Max was swallowed by heat and slick, overwhelming sensation. Daisy’s tongue moved with clear intent — slower than before, but more focused. She dragged the broad, wet muscle along his body, tasting every inch of him before zeroing in on his cock. The tip of her tongue flicked and circled with surprising precision, pressing and rubbing until Max’s legs started to shake.

She was trying to erase Hazel’s touch.

Max could feel it in the way she held him, in the low, possessive sounds vibrating in her throat. She sucked gently, bathing him in thick saliva while her tongue worked him over with single-minded focus. It was too much. He was already sensitive from everything that had happened today.

“Daisy—fuck—Daisy, I’m—”

She didn’t let up.

One of her hands had disappeared into her sweatpants. Max could feel the way her breathing changed, the way her massive body shifted beneath him as she touched herself. She was getting off on this — on having him completely at her mercy again, on making him cum for her.

Max’s third orgasm of the day hit him hard. He cried out against her tongue, his whole body seizing as he came in her mouth. Daisy moaned around him, the vibration shaking through his bones as she pushed herself over the edge at the same time. Her thighs trembled. Her free hand clutched the bedsheets. For several long seconds she just held him there, gently sucking through the aftershocks while she rode out her own climax.

When she finally pulled him out, she was panting.

She placed him carefully on the warm, soft valley between her breasts and looked down at him with a dazed, goofy little smile.

“Oh, Max…” she breathed, still catching her breath. “That was… really good.”

Max lay there between her massive, sweaty tits, chest heaving, completely drained. His whole body tingled. He felt wrung out in the best and worst ways.

“Yeah,” he managed, voice hoarse. “It was.”

Daisy blushed deeper, suddenly looking shy again now that the heat of the moment had passed. She reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

“So, uh…” She hesitated, then offered him a small, hopeful smile. “You wanna watch something? TV or a movie or whatever?”

Max looked up at her — this huge, messy, terrifyingly smelly girl who had just made him cum harder than he ever had in his life while also trying (in her own clumsy way) to protect him.

Despite everything, he realized he didn’t actually want to be anywhere else right now.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling back. “That sounds nice.”
 
***
 
For the next few hours, the world outside Daisy’s room might as well have stopped existing.

Max lay nestled in the warm, soft valley between her breasts, surrounded by the constant, low rumble of her breathing and the occasional distant gurgle of her stomach. Cartoons played on her laptop. Junk food wrappers littered the bed. Every so often, a thick, eggy fart would roll up from between her legs, but Max had stopped reacting as strongly. He was getting used to it.

More than that — he was getting used to her.

Daisy had put on My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, and to Max’s surprise, he wasn’t hating it. The bright colors and simple, earnest stories were strangely soothing after everything that had happened today. Daisy clearly loved it. She hummed along to the songs under her breath and occasionally made little comments about the characters like she was talking about old friends.

It was… nice.

BBBBBRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP

Another hot, sour gust wafted up from her ass. Max wrinkled his nose but didn’t cough this time.

“Sorry,” Daisy said quickly, waving a hand over her chest to try and clear the air. “I should probably lay off the burritos for a while.”

“All good,” Max said. “Everybody farts.”

“They do,” she agreed, then added quietly, “but not everyone has IBS.”

“Oh.” That explained a lot. “Sorry.”

“Thanks.” Daisy smiled down at him, soft and a little shy. “I meant what I said earlier, y’know. You’re a really nice guy. Most people take one look at me and just… run the other direction.”

Max smiled back. “I’m glad you were the one who found me.”

Daisy’s face went pink. “R-really?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged, suddenly feeling bold. “You’re the only girl in this whole building who doesn’t seem like a total pervy monster.”

The second the words left his mouth, Daisy’s expression shifted. She looked down at him, then away, then back again. Her blush deepened until it reached her ears.

“I don’t know about that,” she said quietly. “I mean… part of the reason I got my reputation freshman year was because of my size kink.”

Max blinked. “Size kink?”

Daisy let out a weak little laugh, clearly embarrassed. “You didn’t think it was weird that I’ve gotten off twice today just from having you in my mouth?”

Now that she said it out loud, Max realized he probably should have connected the dots sooner. Especially with all the giantess and shrinking posters covering her walls.

“So what happened?” he asked gently. “Freshman year, I mean.”

Daisy was quiet for a long moment. When she finally spoke, her voice was smaller than he’d ever heard it.

“There was this girl in my dorm. Back when I was still unaffiliated. We talked a few times and she seemed like she was into me, so I invited her back to my room. We started making out… everything was going really well. And then I asked if I could sit on her face.” She winced. “I figured it’d be the closest thing to real size play without actually shrinking someone. She said she was into it. So I got on top of her, and I… I had to fart.”

Max stayed quiet, listening.

“I tried to tell her it was an accident,” Daisy continued, eyes fixed on the laptop screen. “But she was already getting up. She left and never talked to me again. After that, everyone started calling me Buttzilla.” She said the name like it tasted bitter. “I guess it just… stuck.”

“I’m really sorry, Daisy,” Max said. “That fucking sucks.”

“It’s alright.” She tried to smile, but it didn’t quite land. “Can’t change it now.”

She looked down at him again, and this time her expression was painfully open.

“I’m just really glad I finally met someone who doesn’t see me like that.”

Max’s chest tightened.

After everything she’d done for him today — saving him from the common room, cutting a deal with Hazel, giving him two of the best orgasms of his life — he wanted to do something for her. Something that would actually mean something.

He swallowed.

“Say, uh...”