"Now," said Ursa, "we shower." 

Back in the Siberian amazon's butt, still covered head to toe in her sweat and funk, Max found himself hard-pressed to push back on this idea—not that she was asking for his opinion.

While Ursa usually ended her workouts by getting washed up in the fitness center's showers, she decided that the one in her room would be more than sufficient today—mostly because she didn't want to risk anyone getting a glimpse of the three-inch-tall freshman in her shorts. After wiping down the equipment she'd used in the weight room and taking out her AirPods, she took a final sip of her shake before heading outside.

The walk was about five minutes door to door, but she decided to take the long way home as an extra cooldown lap. The weather was warm and sunny — frustratingly so, for Ursa's cold-loving Siberian temperament — and the few students she saw on the way back all seemed to be making the most of it. She was still getting used to being around so many lighthearted, happy young people all the time, especially boys her own age. There had never been room for anything like that back home, what with her training.

As the giant sophomore assumed a leisurely pace in returning to her room, the shrunken freshman in her ass got another uninterrupted stink marathon. On the heels of her workout, especially the burst of cardio at the end, her powerful rump was even sweatier and smellier than ever, and her first shake of the day was still wreaking its usual dose of havoc on her digestive system. If that wasn't bad enough, the movement of her legs was more than enough to drag him back down into the depths of her crack.

Halfway across the quad in the center of campus, the Siberian amazon came across a trio of petite freshman girls having brunch—which seemed to be less about eating and drinking and more about taking videos of their immaculate picnic blanket spread for TikTok. Their immaculate skin, hair, makeup and visibly expensive clothes easily identified them as members of House Fortuna, and the ringleader of the bunch was instantly familiar to Ursa—and not in a good way.

"Ugh," the perky blonde whispered, "hold your nose; here comes Polar Butt." While this was inaudible to Ursa, the smug expression on the freshman's face and the way she leaned over to whisper to her friends made it clear that she was talking shit—and it made her subsequent smile feel even more disingenuous. "Ursa! Hey girl, looking great!"

Hearing this, the Siberian amazon resisted the urge to sigh. If the comparatively pint-sized blonde's smile wasn't fake enough, the emphasis she'd put on 'great' made it abundantly clear how she really felt. "Good morning, Crystal." 

For the most part, Ursa was really enjoying her time at Ventus. Her housemates in Diana were warm and welcoming, she got a lot of satisfaction out of her time on the football field, track and wrestling mat, and she was relishing the opportunity to pursue her passion for fashion design away from her overbearing mother and older sister. The only aspect of the whole experience that she didn't enjoy was the way that some students seemed to treat her like some kind of monster — a big, smelly barbarian to be held at arm's length whenever she wasn't needed to score points in some pivotal sports game — and no one exemplified that view more than her bratty Intro to Marketing classmate, Crystal West.

Ursa wasn't sure what she'd done to provoke the painfully fake Fortunan's ire, but she had a feeling that Crystal was the source of several recent unflattering rumors that had started circulating on campus—namely, the story of her sending several of her male classmates to the hospital with shattered pelvises. As much as some part of her enjoyed that story, and the half-scared-half-aroused looks that some male undergrads had started giving her since it had started going around, she didn't like the idea of some snobby popular girl trying to smear her for no good reason. At the same time, though, she knew she couldn't call Crystal out for this without looking totally insecure. Luckily, she had plenty of other ways of getting back at her. 

"Have nice day." Brushing past the gaggle of Fortunans, Ursa pressed on toward House Diana—but not before silently crop-dusting the entire group with one last massive protein shake fart.

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As usual, the Siberian amazon's gas was much worse for Max than anyone else—although from the way the stuck-up girls behind her reacted, their suffering almost seemed equivalent.

"Crys," gagged one of the blonde freshman's friends, dropping her phone on their perfectly-composed charcuterie board, "what the fuck, was that you?"

"She who smelt it dealt it, girl!" Crystal coughed. "Ugh, fuck, I can taste that!"

As the trio of petite freshmen quickly devolved into an argument over who was to blame, Ursa smirked and kept walking. She wasn't usually one to stoop to tactics this petty—but if it was a war that Crystal wanted, she was more than happy to give it to her.

When she got back to her room, after locking the door and placing her empty shaker bottle on her desk, she stripped off her clothes and headed straight into the shower. Somehow, through the sheer size and density of her butt, Max remained thoroughly wedged into her crack through this entire process. The only thing that could dislodge him was Ursa's hand, reaching back to pry him out once she'd gotten situated in the stall.

Seeing the shrunken freshman's dazed expression, and the way his eyes remained fixed on her huge, ghostly pale breasts, Ursa grinned. "You like what you see?"

"H-huh?" As Max's brain slowly turned back on and he realized what his giant guardian meant, he blushed. "Oh! I... y-yeah, I... yeah."

Ursa chuckled. After her unpleasant run-in with Crystal, Max's current wide-eyed expression was an undeniable confidence boost. "You are funny. I use you to wash now." 

Without another word, she brought the three-inch-tall freshman down to her legs and started scrubbing. The walk back from her workout had left her sweatier than ever, and as she worked him over her thighs, calves, and feet, Max could feel the grime sloughing off her firm, toned skin. It was all he could do to keep his mouth closed, to make sure he didn't swallow any of it.

"You are foot man?" Threading him between her toes, Ursa grinned again. "Maybe next run, I put you in sock?"

"Oh, uh..." While Max wasn't opposed to feet, and Ursa's weren't bad-looking by any means, they weren't his favorite part of the body by any stretch. "N-not really, but-"

"I joke," said Ursa, bringing him up to her huge, sweaty rump. "You are ass man. Is clear."

Before Max had any opportunity to rid her of that impression, he was being pressed back into the crack where he'd spent most of her workout, getting scrubbed vigorously against her huge, slimy asshole. 

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"Heh," chuckled Ursa, "apology. Protein shakes, they make the, how you say..."

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"Indigestion." She sighed. "Is good to feel, letting them out. You like?" 

Behind her, Max was mainly focused on keeping his mouth shut—and again, Ursa took his silence as agreement. 

"Is no need for shyness. I understand. Is weird." She smiled. "But is okay with me."

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Once Ursa deemed her ass sufficiently clean, she moved her tiny human sweat rag up to her armpits. While they smelled a lot better than the depths of her crack, that really wasn't saying much for Max—and after another several minutes of scrubbing, followed by a thorough once-over of her huge breasts and ample cleavage, he felt like he was going to pass out. 

When she drew him away, he assumed he was destined for another sweaty orifice. Instead, he found himself being set down on her soap tray as the hulking she-giant began to wash her equally giant, hairy pussy. 

"This one, I do myself," said Ursa. While Max's vision was still somewhat blurry from everything she'd put him through so far today, it almost looked like she was blushing again. "Very sensitive."

Staring at Ursa's colossal sex, Max couldn't help feeling some deep-set, primal sensation of male inadequacy. It was the single biggest vagina he'd ever seen, even counting his years of watching porn. If he'd still been normal-sized and the two of them had somehow hooked up, it looked like he'd barely be able to get a third of the way in. 

"Maybe someday, you play cards right, I put you in here." After all the smug teasing Ursa had put him through today, this seemed like the one subject where she seemed genuinely a little uncomfortable. "But not soon. We only just meet."

"Y-yeah," said Max, shivering as he tried to imagine what that might feel like. "S-sounds good."

When Ursa finished washing up, she shut off the water and started drying off—a job that could only be accomplished with the help of three full-sized towels. While this was happening, Max had an unrestricted view of her huge, naked curves. Every inch of her powerful, voluptuous body looked like it could crush him flat without a second thought—and as she met his eyes and smirked a little at his visible arousal, he felt thankful that she hadn't done so already.

"Is rude to stare," said Ursa, giving her short white hair a good scrub with her third towel. "You know?"

"S-stare?" Max froze. "I-I'm really sorry, I didn't-"

"Is fine." Ursa flashed another sharp-toothed grin. "Is more joke."

Once every inch of her 6'10, 400-pound figure was dry, the Siberian amazon carefully picked Max up from the soap tray and stepped back into the bedroom... just in time to register that someone was knocking on her door.