"Yo, Ursa!" The voice behind the door was strong, husky, yet upbeat and feminine. "You up?"

"Morning, Min." Protectively drawing Max to her chest, Ursa raised her voice to respond. "Moment, please."

Down in Ursa's hand, Max perked up. Unless he was mistaken, the girl behind the door was Min Zhao—the pride of Ventus's wrestling team and the only girl on campus who gave Ursa any competition in the size and strength departments. "Is that..."

"Min," whispered Ursa. "Neighbor, across hall. And friend, I suppose. I put you back in ass now. For safety."

"O-oh," stammered Max, eyeing his new guardian's formidable hips. On the one hand, he understood Ursa's reluctance about adding another person into whatever situation he'd woken up to. On the other hand, he wasn't exactly keen to spend any more time trapped in the Siberian amazon's ass. "I... okay. You don't trust her around me?"

"She is, how you say..." Ursa frowned. "Wild card. Better safe than sorry."

"Hmm," said Max, scanning around the room for alternative hiding places. "Maybe..."

"No maybe," said Ursa, unceremoniously stuffing her shrunken friend back down between her cheeks. "We talk later."

Buried in the huge jock's cavernous ass, Max didn't have much room to protest—and as Ursa stepped over to open the door, he was subjected to the now-familiar sensation of her immense buttocks grinding against him like a pair of impossibly soft mountains. It wasn't exactly the most pleasant experience, especially paired with the formidable smell radiating from her asshole even after a shower. Still, there was something strangely comforting about being so thoroughly sequestered away from the big, scary outside world.

When Ursa opened the door, Min smiled. While the 6'7", 360-pound Chinese junior was still a tad shorter than her 6'8", 400-pound Russian neighbor, she was still more than a match in confidence. Her big green eyes were bright and full of energy, her short black buzz cut looked freshly washed, and her usual black yoga pants and green tank top were as flatteringly tight as ever. "Sup, girl? I didn't see you around here last night."

"Oh, da," said Ursa, nodding. "Too many people. Much noise."

"C'mon, dude!" Rolling her eyes, Min gave her neighbor's shoulder a playful punch. "We're not just here to study, y'know."

"Da." Ursa forced a smile. While most of the girls in her dorm treated her with a sort of distanced respect, Min seemed dead set on befriending her—and she was still getting used to that kind of attention. "Next time, maybe."

"Funny you should say that," said Min, grinning. "'Cause tonight's the big fall kegger."

"Oh, kegger." Ursa sighed. Of all the events that dotted the House Diana social calendar, their seasonal keg parties were her least favorite—since they were always the loudest, the lewdest, and the most likely to spill over into the rooms around hers. "I forgot."

"Sure you did." Min chuckled. "I'm guessing you forgot there's gonna be a DJ this time? And a dance floor?"

"Da?" Ursa raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"Look, all I'm saying is, I've seen you in the gym." Min allowed her eyes to wander down to her neighbor's amazonian curves just long enough for Ursa to notice. "And I know you know how to move that thing."

"That..." Ursa scowled. "Thing?"

"That booty, girl!" Min giggled, giving her own hips a little shake to demonstrate.

Hearing this, Max swallowed hard. If being stuck in Ursa's ass during one of her workouts had been bad, he couldn't imagine what it would be like to be wedged between her cheeks while she was dancing.

"Oh!" Ursa blushed. Even though she was well aware of the effect she had on some guys and girls, she was still unaccustomed to thinking of herself as a sexual being—and the thought of shaking her rump in front of a bunch of strangers made her genuinely anxious in a way she rarely ever was. "...I let you know."

"That's what you said last time." Min shook her head. "Anyway, you eat yet?"

"Eat?" Ursa shrugged, eager to move the conversation away from her booty. "Only shake, so far. But..."

"Perfect!" Min grabbed Ursa's hand and attempted to pull her forward, failing to budge the Siberian amazon one inch. "I'm about to hit the DH. You wanna come with?"

Feeling Max's struggles intensifying in the back of her shorts, Ursa hesitated. "Oh. I... not sure."

"You're not sure?" Min squinted a little. As another of Ventus's top athletes, she was well aware of the intense dietary requirements that peak performance demanded. Most days, girls like her and Ursa logged at least three trips to the dining hall—and more like four or five before pivotal matches and games. It was one of the reasons why her go-to method of hanging out with her neighbor was proposing a meal together, knowing she rarely said no. "You good, dude? You seem kinda... off today."

"Me?" Ursa's blush deepened. "No, is good! We go now."

Down in the Siberian amazon's ass, Max groaned. Once again, he appeared to be along for the ride.

*

Thanks to House Diana's central position on campus, the walk to the dining hall only took a few minutes. Within ten, Ursa and Min were situated at their normal table beside the cafeteria entrance—a position they staked out to minimize the distance needed to refill their trays, which they always did. Digging into plates piled high with beans, eggs, bacon, toast and oatmeal, washing it all down with more protein shakes and coffee, the twin amazons began scarfing down several thousand calories worth of food like it was nothing.

While this was happening, Max remained trapped in Ursa's ass—which had only gotten smellier and sweatier once she left her ice-cold dorm room. Worse, he could already hear her digestive system starting to process the avalanche of gas-inducing food she was taking in. From his shrunken perspective, pressed up against her colossal asshole like some kind of insignificant bug, it sounded like the biggest, most ominous thunderstorm he'd ever heard.

ppfffooooooottttt

As Ursa's pucker relaxed, a small gust of rancid air gave the shrunken freshman a preview of things to come. This fart was just as bad as all the rest he'd smelled so far today, although he seemed to be building up something of a tolerance to the Siberian amazon's various odors after so much consistent exposure. He had a feeling that was the only thing keeping him from passing out right now.

"Random question," said Min, teeing up a spoonful of eggs and beans and shoveling it into her mouth. "You're not seeing anyone right now, are you?"

"Nyet," said Ursa, trying to ignore the way Max was struggling against her latest fart. "Why you ask?"

"Huh?" Now it was Min's turn to blush. While the amazonian Chinese junior had quickly established herself as one of the most sought-after tops in Ventus's vibrant queer femme scene thanks to her huge stature and take-charge demeanor, she'd always craved a partner who was big and strong enough to dominate her the way she dominated everyone else—and the second she'd first laid eyes on Ursa last year, she'd been hopelessly smitten. For some reason, though, every time she got close to breaching the subject with the Siberian amazon in any detail, all her usual confident charm fell apart.

"Whether I am single." Ursa looked up from her plate. "Why you ask?"

"Just curious," said Min, still blushing. "I guess I figured, girl like you, big, strong, sexy..." Scanning around the room, it was hard for her not to notice the way several nearby tables of guys — and girls — were eyeing the two of them. "You've probably got your pick of guys around here, yeah?"

"I see the way they look at me. More scared than horny." Ursa pursed her lips. "Not a good feeling, most times."

"Trust me," said Min, "I get it. Most of the girls I get with just want me to do the whole big dommy amazon thing... which, like, y'know. I'm into it. But it gets kinda old. Y'know?"

"Da," said Ursa, not really knowing what her neighbor was talking about but not wanting to let on as much. For all the light fooling around she'd done with classmates at her all-girls high school, she was still technically a virgin. "Is hard to have balance, in relationship like that."

"It's a shame you don't like girls." Min forced a laugh. "Heh, like... imagine if we got together. How crazy would that be?"

"Ha." Ursa offered a chuckle of her own, much less forced. "How you say... power couple."

"Exactly!" Min nodded eagerly. "But... you don't like girls. Right?"

"Boys and girls. And others." Ursa shrugged. "Is all same to me."

"C-cool!" Min stammered, redder than ever. "Listen, uh... I know we were talking about that kegger later. Would you wanna go... like, together?"

Still listening in from his perch in the Russian sophomore's crack, Max gulped. He had no clue how his giant guardian might respond to this offer, and he wasn't sure which option would be better for him. Some part of him felt oddly threatened by the idea of Min coming in and competing for his new guardian's attention—but another part of him wouldn't mind having another person in the mix to balance out the Siberian amazon's idiosyncrasies.

"To party," said Ursa, trying to make sure she understood what her neighbor was saying. "...As girl-and-girl?"

Min smiled. "Yeah!"

"Oh!" Again, Ursa blushed.