Buttzilla's Backdoor Shrunken First Semester chapter 8 by maximally

“You could sit on my face,” said Max. “If you want.”

Daisy went completely still.

“Really?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Max, are you sure?”

He could see the war happening on her face — hope and fear and disbelief all fighting for space. He knew what she needed to hear.

“Of course I’m sure,” he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. “How else are we supposed to pass the time?”

Daisy still looked uncertain. “You’re not just saying this to make me feel better, right?”

“No,” Max lied, mostly convincingly. “I really want to. I mean… I’ve been wanting a closer look at your ass ever since this morning.”

Her face went bright red.

“R-really?”

Max nodded. “Really.”

For a few seconds, Daisy just stared at him, breathing a little harder. Then she sat up slowly, carefully lifting him out of her cleavage.

“Okay,” she said, voice shaky with nerves and arousal. “Just… I haven’t showered in a couple days. So it might be kinda dirty back there. I’d only feel okay doing this if I knew you were really okay with that.”

Max’s heart was pounding, but he didn’t let himself hesitate.

“I am,” he said. “I trust you.”

Daisy’s eyes softened. “You promise?”

“I promise.”

She bit her lip, then nodded.

Sitting up on her knees, she placed Max on the mattress a short distance in front of her. Then, with both hands, she reached back and slowly spread her massive cheeks apart.

Max’s breath caught in his throat.

From three inches tall, Daisy’s ass was monstrous.

It was easily wide enough to swallow him whole. The pale, heavy globes of flesh were slick with sweat, and the deep valley between them was dark and humid. Beads of moisture clung to the creases of her skin. The smell that rolled out from between her spread cheeks was thick and ripe — far stronger than any of her farts had been. It was the concentrated scent of unwashed ass, sweat, and days of built-up musk.

And at the center of it all, just visible in the shadows, was her asshole.

It was huge. A thick, puffy, slightly glistening pucker that looked like it could swallow his entire body without much effort. It twitched faintly as Daisy held herself open, and another hot wave of her scent washed over him.

Max stared up at it, heart hammering, and felt a complicated mix of fear, arousal, and something dangerously close to awe.

“…Still sure?”

Daisy’s voice was breathy, almost trembling with excitement. She gave her hips a little shake, sending her massive, cellulite-dimpled ass jiggling above him. For years she had given up on ever experiencing this with another person. Toys and fantasies had been enough. But now Max was actually volunteering to be under her. The reality of it was almost too much.

Max stared up at the colossal, sweat-slicked valley between her cheeks and felt his courage waver. The smell alone was already thick and sour. But he had offered. Backing out now would crush her.

“Yeah,” he said, keeping his voice steady. “I’m ready.”

“Okay,” Daisy breathed. “Here we go…”

She lowered herself slowly at first, but the sheer weight of her body made control difficult. Max had just enough time to take one last breath before several hundred pounds of ass came down on top of him.

He didn’t get crushed under one cheek.

He sank between them.

The heat was immediate. The smell was worse. Thick, ripe, unwashed ass musk surrounded him on all sides, clinging to his skin and flooding his lungs. Sweat coated every inch of him within seconds. Daisy’s cheeks molded around his tiny body like warm, heavy dough, pressing him deeper into the humid trench of her crack with every small shift of her hips.

“Ohhh fuck…” Daisy moaned, already rubbing her clit. “That feels… really nice.”

Max couldn’t answer. He didn’t dare open his mouth. Every tiny movement she made ground him further down her crack, smearing more sweat and built-up funk across his face and chest. The deeper he went, the worse it got. The air was thick and sour, heavy with the concentrated scent of her unwashed body.

Daisy’s breathing grew faster above him. Her hips rolled in slow, grinding circles, working him deeper between her cheeks. Every so often a low, wet glrrk or squelch would sound as her flesh shifted around him.

“I hope this is as good for you as it is for me…” she gasped.

Max had reached the bottom of her crack.

His face was pressed directly against the hot, puffy ring of her asshole.

It was massive up close — thick, slightly tacky, and twitching faintly with every beat of her pulse. The smell here was overwhelming, a concentrated blast of everything that had been marinating between her cheeks for days. He could feel the heat radiating off it. Every tiny clench of the muscle pushed more of her scent into his face.

Daisy was getting close. He could feel it in the way her body trembled, in the way her grinding was becoming more urgent.

Then her asshole pulsed hard against his face.

BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

The fart exploded out of her with terrifying force.

It was hot, wet, and enormous — a thick, rolling blast of pure concentrated ass gas that hit Max like a physical blow. The smell was so strong it felt like it was burning his sinuses. His eyes watered instantly. His lungs seized. He was trapped with nowhere to go as the noxious cloud surrounded him completely, seeping into his mouth and nose whether he wanted it or not.

Above him, Daisy came hard.

Her whole body locked up. A broken, desperate moan tore out of her as she ground down against the mattress, mashing Max even harder against her spasming asshole. She came for nearly a full minute — legs shaking, drooling onto her pillow, squirting messily across her sheets while wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. In the middle of it, another smaller, wetter fart slipped out, hot and bubbly against Max’s face.

When she finally lifted her hips, it was with a shaky, satisfied groan.

Max peeled away from her asshole with a wet sound, gasping and coughing. His entire body was coated in her sweat and the lingering residue of her gas. He felt dizzy. His throat burned.

Daisy carefully reached back and plucked him off the mattress, lifting him up to her face. She wrinkled her nose the second she got a whiff of him.

“Phew…” she giggled, waving her free hand in front of her face. “You smell like me now.”

Max stared up at her, still coughing, eyes red and watering. He looked shell-shocked.

Daisy’s expression softened into something warm and deeply satisfied. She was glowing — skin flushed, hair messy, a dopey little smile on her face.

“Man…” she panted, still lazily circling her clit with two fingers. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life.”

She brought him a little closer, studying him with open possessiveness. Sweat and ass funk clung to every inch of his tiny body. He looked thoroughly claimed.

“If any of the other girls in this house had any doubts about who you belong to,” she said softly, “this should clear it up.”

Max swallowed, trying to keep his voice from shaking. “Y-yeah. Totally.”

Daisy’s smile turned a little shy, but no less satisfied. “Sooo… was that everything you hoped for?”

Max lied through his teeth.

“Yeah,” he managed. “For sure.”

“Glad to hear it.” Daisy’s eyelids lowered, her expression turning dreamy. “I think we’re gonna have to start doing that a lot more often.”

Max’s stomach dropped.

From where he was sitting right now — naked, coated in her filth, still tasting her gas in the back of his throat — the idea of doing that regularly was genuinely terrifying.

He forced a weak smile anyway.

“C-cool.”

Daisy giggled, clearly still riding the high of her orgasm.

Then her laptop let out a familiar ping.