Hazel Claims Her Prize Shrunken First Semester chapter 9 by maximally

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“Is that Hazel?” Max asked, still trying to shake off the lingering daze of being smothered under Daisy’s ass. “What’s she saying?”

“Yeah.” Daisy set him down on the bed and pulled her laptop onto her chest. “She found out what you got dosed with. Should I tell her to come over?”

Max’s heart jumped. “What? Yeah — absolutely.”

“Cool, I’ll—”

“Yo! D!” Hazel’s voice came from right outside the door, loud and impatient. “Open up!”

Daisy blinked. “That was fast…”

She rolled out of bed and grabbed the same ratty t-shirt and sweatpants she’d been wearing all day, shimmying her massive body back into them. From Max’s perspective on the bed, the sight was mesmerizing — and a little intimidating. Every movement made her curves jiggle and sway with heavy, powerful weight. She really was a force of nature.

pffoooooottt

Daisy paused mid-step, then shot him a sheepish grin over her shoulder and gave her ass a little shake.

“Whoops. Hehe… sorry. Didn’t mean to waste that one.” Her voice dropped into something playfully teasing. “I’ll make sure the next one goes right in your face.”

Max didn’t know how to respond to that. He just nodded, unsure if it was a joke, a promise, or both.

Daisy giggled, clearly misreading his expression. “You’re so cute when you’re nervous, you know that?”

"D!" Outside, Hazel seemed to be growing impatient. "Door!"

"One sec," scoffed Daisy, lumbering over, shaking the room with every step, and giving Max another unrestricted view of her huge, gently-swaying rump.

Opening the door, Daisy found Hazel smiling ear to ear. 

“Hey there,” Daisy said, stepping aside to let her in. “You seem… happy.”

“I am.” Hazel strutted inside, eyes immediately locking onto Max. “Just ran a couple tests. You want the good news first, or the bad?”

Max’s stomach tightened.

Daisy glanced at him, then answered for both of them. "I guess let's start with the bad?"

“Cool.” Hazel walked right up to the bed and looked down at Max with a sympathetic little pout that didn’t reach her eyes. “Bad news, miniguy… it’s gonna take at least a year to get you back to normal. Maybe more.”

The words hit Max like a truck.

“A year?” Daisy repeated, more surprised than upset.

Max felt the floor drop out from under him.

A year.

Maybe longer.

He had just started to wrap his head around being tiny for a while — maybe a few weeks, a month at most. But a whole year? His entire freshman year? By the time he was normal again, he’d have missed everything. Classes, parties, any chance at a normal college experience. He’d be a full year behind everyone else.

And he’d be spending that entire time as Daisy’s tiny plaything.

Hazel shrugged like she’d just told them the cafeteria was out of pizza. “Turns out the serum you got hit with was one of mine. Super experimental batch. Means I’d have to cook up a whole new antidote from scratch, and I can’t exactly dedicate all my time to it with my very busy schedule of gooning and being a genius.”

Daisy sighed. “You’re serious.”

“Very.” Hazel grinned. “I’ll work on it when I can, but for now? You’re gonna be stuck with this little dude for a while.”

Daisy looked down at Max and offered him a warm, reassuring smile. “That’s fine. I don’t mind taking care of him.”

Max tried to smile back, but it felt hollow. He could see the genuine affection in her eyes… but he could also see the hunger underneath it. She liked having him like this. And now she was going to have him like this for a very long time.

“Spare me the romcom shit,” Hazel snorted. “Anyway. You wanna hear the good news?”

Max looked up, a tiny spark of desperate hope flickering in his chest.

Hazel licked her lips slowly, deliberately.

“The good news,” she said, voice dropping into something low and greedy, “is that now I get to claim my prize.”

Max’s stomach sank.

Of course.

Daisy let out a long, tired breath. “Do we have to do this right now, Hazel?”

“We don’t have to,” Hazel said with a shrug. “But I figured you might want to get it over with.”

Daisy was quiet for a moment.

She was exhausted. Overwhelmed. She had already lived through more in one day than she usually did in a month. Part of her just wanted to crawl back into bed with Max and lose herself in him again. But Hazel wasn’t wrong. Getting this over with now meant one less thing hanging over her head.

Hazel’s eyes went wide.

From his spot on the bed, Max watched as Daisy’s massive, cellulite-dimpled ass was revealed in full. Hazel actually licked her lips, a thin strand of drool visibly forming at the corner of her mouth.

“Oh, baby…” Hazel whispered.

Daisy turned and leaned forward, bracing both arms on the bed. The position put her face directly in front of Max. Their eyes met. She looked nervous, embarrassed… and undeniably aroused.

Hazel didn’t waste any time.

She dropped to her knees behind Daisy, grabbed two huge handfuls of ass, and spread her cheeks apart with a hungry groan. For a second she just stared at the sweaty, unwashed valley in front of her — then she buried her entire face between Daisy’s cheeks with a wet, muffled sound.

Daisy’s eyes fluttered shut.

“F-fuck…”

Hazel moaned like she was tasting something divine. Her tongue dragged greedily through Daisy’s crack, lapping at sweat and built-up musk with shameless enthusiasm. Every few seconds she would push her tongue harder against Daisy’s pucker, trying to work it inside. One of her hands stayed buried in Daisy’s ass while the other disappeared into her own sweatpants, rubbing frantically.

Daisy’s breathing grew heavier. She was trying to stay quiet at first, but Hazel’s tongue was relentless — broad, wet, and insistent. It lapped over her asshole again and again, cleaning and tasting every inch of her filthy crack with obscene dedication.

Max watched from just a foot away.

He could see everything. The way Hazel’s face was completely swallowed between Daisy’s massive cheeks. The way Daisy’s expression kept shifting between embarrassment and pleasure. The wet, messy sounds of Hazel’s tongue working. The thick, ripe smell that was already starting to fill the room again. 

Daisy’s eyes opened and found his. She blushed hard… but she didn’t look away.

In a matter of minutes, Daisy’s reluctance melted away completely. She sank into the feeling with a low, guttural moan, one hand sliding down between her legs to rub at her already soaked pussy. The long day of orgasms had left her sensitive, and Hazel’s tongue was relentless — broad, wet, and eager as it lapped over her asshole again and again.

“Oh my God…” Daisy gasped, fingers working faster. “Oh my God, Hazel—!”

Hazel let out a muffled, delighted noise at the sound of her name and doubled down, pushing her tongue harder against Daisy’s pucker before finally working it inside. Daisy’s eyes rolled back. Her thighs trembled.

Max had a front-row seat to all of it.

He stood on the bed, staring up in stunned silence as two massive, sweaty, unwashed girls lost themselves in each other. Daisy’s enormous breasts swung heavily with every movement, her soft belly and thick thighs jiggling as she rocked back against Hazel’s face. The wet, obscene sounds of Hazel’s tongue working filled the room, mixed with Daisy’s increasingly desperate moans.

Then Daisy’s asshole clenched.

BBBRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP

A massive, wet fart exploded directly into Hazel’s face.

Daisy’s eyes flew open in horror. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to—!”

Hazel barely pulled back, drool and ass sweat glistening on her face. Instead of looking disgusted, she looked ecstatic.

“Sorry for what?” she laughed, voice thick with lust. “That was fucking awesome. Keep going!”

Daisy stared at her for a second, cheeks burning… then something in her expression shifted. The embarrassment gave way to a dark, excited little smile.

“Alright,” she breathed. “You asked for it.”

What followed was several minutes of pure, unrestrained filth.

Daisy let loose again and again — long, rolling, thunderous farts that blasted straight into Hazel’s eager mouth and nose. Hazel moaned like she was being fed the best meal of her life, tongue working even harder between each one, one hand frantically rubbing her own clit through her soaked sweatpants.

The room quickly filled with the thick, sulfurous stench of Daisy’s gas.

Max’s head was spinning. He was hard despite himself, watching two giant, slobby girls completely lose control in front of him. When Daisy finally came — hard — she let out one last massive fart at the exact same time.

BBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Hazel came with her, squirting messily through her sweatpants with a broken moan. For a few long seconds, both of them just stayed there — Daisy bent over the bed, Hazel still buried between her cheeks, both of them panting and trembling through the aftershocks.

Max stood there, rock hard and completely ignored.

Hazel was the first to notice.

She finally pulled her face out of Daisy’s ass, licking her lips and grinning when she spotted the tiny erection between Max’s legs.

“Aww… looks like miniguy felt a little left out.”

Daisy turned her head, still flushed and breathing hard. When she saw Max’s cock standing at attention, her expression softened into something warm and possessive.

Hazel gave Daisy’s ass a fond little kiss, then looked at Max with a wicked glint in her eye.

“Maybe we go for round two?” she suggested, voice low. “And this time… we get him in on the fun?”