Max swallowed hard. He'd always wondered what it might be like having two girls fighting over him, but none of his fantasies had involved being three inches tall. His choices weren't exactly the first two young women he would've dreamed of, either — a pervy, buck-toothed gooner and the biggest, smelliest shut-in on campus — but it didn't take him long to make up his mind.

"I think I'll stick with Daisy," he said, forcing as much certainty into his voice as he could muster. "I mean… as long as it doesn't affect the chances of getting me back to normal that much." 

Hazel raised her eyebrows. "You sure? It might…"

"Give me a break, Hazel." Before Max had any time to second-guess himself, Daisy brought him even closer to her chest. "Anything you need to do to him, you can do while I'm around."

"Fiiine," groaned her brainy neighbor. "It's not like I've always wanted a miniguy assistant or anything."

"Cool. So…" Daisy hesitated. "Are we good here?"

"Unless you wanna stick around and help me rub one out, yeah." Hazel grinned. "All this ass-eating talk has me seriously horned up."

Neither Max nor Daisy needed to be told twice. As the giant shut-in 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," said Hazel, widening her grin. "We still gotta plan our date!"

"Yes," sighed Daisy, "right. Well... I'll leave you to it. Thanks, Hazel."

Behind her, Hazel had already returned her attention to the array of monitors over the desk. "Don't mention it, babe. Do me a favor and don't shower too much in the next couple days, 'kay?"

Knowing she wasn't expecting a response, Daisy simply shook her head and shuffled back out into the hall, stepping sideways to fit her colossal ass through the doorway. A second later, they were back in her room, safe and sound.

"Sorry about all of that," she said, placing Max down on her bed and locking the door behind them. "Like I said, she's... kind of a handful."

"It's alright," he said, shrugging. "I just hope it works."

"Same," she said, stepping over to her bed and plopping her couch-sized rump down on the mattress. "Say, uh... you want me to clean you off again?" 

Still coated in Hazel's pussy juice, Max nodded eagerly. "I could do that, yeah."

Without another word, the giant shut-in brought her tiny new friend up to her lips and wrapped him in another overwhelming full-body power wash cycle. While she knew that she didn't face any serious competition for Max's affections from her depraved trainwreck of a neighbor, she felt strangely compelled to remind him that she could make him feel just as good as Hazel. Especially after watching the buck-toothed gooner make him cum with nothing but her ass and a well-timed fart. 

For Max, Daisy's mouth was just as overwhelming as before, and her tongue was paying even more intense attention to his groin. Filled with the pent-up energy of its severely under-sexed mistress, it wrapped around him like a big, eager dance partner and refused to let go. His giant guardian seemed intent on squeezing him dry—and in a matter of minutes, she successfully pushed him over the edge of his third orgasm of the day. "I… Daisy! I… Ohhh!!!"

Meanwhile, Daisy was well on the way to another peak herself. With her t-shirt and sweatpants all the way off, one hand on her clit and another tweaking one of her dime-sized nipples, she was loving every second of Max's mouth-job as much as he was—and again, the only hard part was resisting the urge to swallow toward the end. "Max… MAX!!!"

Feeling Max's tiny body starting to spasm in her mouth, she lurched into climax. Even as a very average member of House Proserpina, who regularly came five or six times in a given day, this was something special—a ten-second long, leg-shaking orgasm, the best she'd had in several weeks. As she pulled her shrunken partner out of her mouth and placed him down on her chest, her lips curled up into a big, goofy smile. "Oh, Max," she panted, "that was amazing…"

Nestled between Daisy's big, sweaty boobs, Max was similarly giddy. This was the most he'd cum in a single day since arriving on campus. By now, he was totally drained—but he'd never felt better. "Y-yeah… thanks, Daisy."

She blushed. "Anytime. So, uh… you wanna watch TV or something?"

Again, Max nodded. "That sounds great."

*

The next few hours were a much-needed break in the action for Max. Safe and secure in Daisy's vast cleavage as she binge-watched cartoons on her computer, he finally allowed himself to relax for the first time since waking up this morning. His giant guardian's serious BO problem and frequent farts weren't exactly the most pleasant things he'd ever smelled, even compared to Hazel's, and her choice of programming was pretty far from his usual speed. Still, her gentle, easy-going attitude was just what he needed. As uncertain as his future still felt, he was safe. 

At this point, they were well into the third season of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, an apparent favorite of the huge, slobby shut-in. While Max had been skeptical at first, as much as he didn't want to admit it, the show was really starting to grow on him. So was Daisy. 

BBBBBRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP

As another of his giant guardian's incessant farts wafted up to his nose, he forced himself not to cough. Already, Max could tell that Daisy's flatulence was a significant point of insecurity for her—being, he assumed, a major component of her larger-than-life campus reputation. With that in mind, he'd decided to do his best to show that it didn't bother him. Of course, her gas was so bad that this was proving easier said than done. 

"Sorry." Seeing Max's irrepressible discomfort, Daisy reached down and waved her hand overhead to clear away the stink. "I guess I gotta cut down on the burritos for the next couple weeks." 

"It's alright," he said, "everybody does it." 

"They do," she said, shaking her head, "but not everyone has IBS."

"Oh." Of course, he thought, this made complete sense. "Sorry." 

"Thanks." Daisy smiled. "I really meant what I said earlier, about you being a nice guy. Most people around here take one look at me and just start running in the other direction." Her smile grew. "I guess you didn't really have much of a choice when you saw me today, though." 

Max smiled back. "I'm glad you were the first one who found me." 

Again, Daisy blushed. "R-really?" 

"Yeah!" Blushing back, Max shrugged. "It seems like you're the only girl in here who isn't some kind of pervy monster." 

Daisy's blush deepened. "I don't know about that. I mean…" The giant shut-in took a deep breath, clearly embarrassed about whatever she was about to say. "Part of the reason I got such a rep on campus freshman year was my size kink." 

Max blinked. "S-size kink?"

Daisy chuckled. "You didn't think it was a little weird that I've gotten off twice today just from having you in my mouth?" 

Now that he thought about it, he supposed it was. It also explained all the posters of giant guys and girls dominating shrunken partners plastered up all over his new guardian's room. "I… guess so? So what happened freshman year?" 

Daisy sighed. "Well… 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 well... and then I asked if I could sit on her face. Figured it'd be the closest thing to size play without shrinking serum. And she was into it." Her face fell. "Then I got on top of her, and a little fart slipped out." Again, she sighed. "I tried to tell her it was just an accident, but she was already getting up to leave. Never talked to me again. After that, everyone started calling me 'Buttzilla.'" As she said the name, she winced.

Max shook his head. "I'm really sorry. That sucks. Fuck her."

"It's alright," she said, shrugging. "No changing it now." Looking back down at Max, her smile returned. "I'm just glad I finally met someone who doesn't see me like that."

Again, Max smiled back. "Me too. Say, uh..."