Turning over Min's offer in her head, Ursa couldn't help smiling. It had been a very, very long time since anyone had ever asked her out—and her neighbor was pretty far from bad-looking. This day was just packed with surprises. "Sure," she said, finally. "Why not?"

Meanwhile, still wedged down in the Siberian amazon's asscrack, her three-inch-tall freshman friend wasn't sure what to make of this development. Would Ursa reveal him to Min at some point today? If so, when? And, most importantly of all, how would the hulking Chinese junior react?

prrrrtttttt

Before he had any time to consider these questions, Ursa's asshole gave him something far more pressing to focus on—another rancid SBD that washed over his face with a predictable blast of stink. 

"Y-yeah?" Min froze. Ordinarily, she never had any problems asking girls out—but there was something about Ursa that always threw off her nerves. As she processed that her Russian neighbor was actually interested in her, all the anxiety in her body language seemed to evaporate in a matter of seconds. "I mean, yeah! Cool!"

"And then later," said Ursa, just to confirm that there wasn't anything getting lost in translation here, "sex, yes?" 

Hearing this, Min nearly spit out a mouthful of protein shake. Based on Ursa's strangely matter-of-fact tone, it was like she'd just asked if they were going to carpool somewhere. "I... maybe? I mean, I'd like to, but only if-"

"No," said Ursa, "Is good. I would like." While she was doing a good job keeping up her usual facade of detached coolness, inside, she was just as tightly wound as Min. She was just a lot better at hiding it. The truth was, she'd always found her neighbor a lot more desirable than any of the slight, scrawny American girls that filled her classes—and the idea of bedding her later was already making her feel aroused. 

"C-cool," said Min, trying to steady herself with a few deep breaths and hoping none of her other dorm-mates were seeing her like this right now. "Sounds good. Anyway, uh... what were we talking about before this?"

Ursa shrugged. "Team?"

"Yeah!" Eager to shift the subject, Min grinned. "The team, yeah. So for the meet next Saturday..."

As the two amazons resumed talking about the various goings-on related to the varsity wrestling team, Max leaned back and tried to get a few moments of rest. He knew it would only be a matter of time before Ursa's breakfast started wreaking havoc on her digestive system in earnest, and he figured he might as well use this brief calm before the storm to relax a little. Somehow, just a few hours into life at three inches tall, this was already how he was thinking about the world. 

*

After two more heaping plates of food, Min and Ursa parted ways—the former off to the gym for her midday workout, and the latter back to the dorm. By the time the Siberian amazon finally got into her room, closed the door and peeled her shrunken new friend out of her ass, he was completely coated in sweat.

"Apology," she said, smirking. "The temperature here. Not my usual. Very warm."

"I can tell," said Max, wiping his face to keep the sweat from getting in his mouth as he spoke. "So, uh... Min, huh?"

"What?" Ursa raised an eyebrow. "You have problem, with girl-and-girl?"

"Huh?" Realizing what Ursa was implying, Max panicked. "N-no! I just..."

"You want me all for you?" Ursa's smirk became a grin. "Do not worry, miniaturnyy. I still look after you."

"T-thanks," said Max. This was, of course, not what he had really been asking—but it was still reassuring to hear. "What I meant was, like, you like her?"

"Da," said Ursa, shrugging. "She is funny, nice... how you say, "thick.""

"Very," said Max, smiling in spite of himself.

Seeing the look on her shrunken friend's face, Ursa smiled back. "I do not need to worry, nyet?"

"Huh?"

"Competition?" Ursa's smile grew. "From Min? For you?"

"Me?" For some reason, Max found himself blushing. "No! Of course not! I mean..." He winced. "You're not going to... tell her about me, right?"

"Hard not to," said Ursa, settling down on her bed and placing her shrunken friend on her nightstand. "Unless I keep you in my ass during the sex?"

Max swallowed hard. "Oh, I, uh... maybe not?"

Ursa shook her head, smirking again. "You are bad liar. Is funny. You worry about her, seeing you like this?"

"I dunno," said Max, crossing his arms. "I just... it's... if you show me to her, and she's not happy about it, I feel like that could go kinda... badly." 

Again, Ursa shrugged. "I protect you."

Hearing how confidently the Siberian amazon said this, Max couldn't help believing her. "Thanks."

*

Compared to the first few hours of Max's first day at three inches tall, the rest of the afternoon was mercifully uneventful. With her big workout and primary daily meal complete, Ursa spent most of the next several hours sitting in bed, reading fashion magazines and watching old runway shows on her laptop. Based on the number of times she directed Max's attention to this or that design detail of a given piece of clothing or the way a designer chose to showcase something, her passion for fashion was more or less irrepressible. More than anything else, he got the impression she was glad to finally have someone to infodump about it to. The only unpleasant part of the whole experience was Ursa's incessant gas, a byproduct of both her breakfast and the several shakes she had throughout the rest of the day to round out her calorie intake.

By 8:00 PM, after enduring another heavy-duty meal in the dining hall back in Ursa's underwear and another shower in her bathroom back in the dorm, Max found himself back on the Siberian amazon's nightstand, watching as she tried on a variety of outfits in her closet.

"Is good?" Holding up the sixth or seventh frilly pink dress for Max's input, Ursa looked genuinely uncertain—especially with a thick layer of eyeliner, makeup and lipstick accenting her already-striking features. She wasn't often one to get dolled up like this, and while it made her look even more good-looking than ever, it wasn't exactly the most natural look for her.

"I think so," said Max, shrugging. "You don't?"

Ursa sighed. "Is my first party in long time. Good impression, very key."

"I mean..." Getting dangerously close to a comment that could be construed as flirting, Max's inner lack of game made him start stuttering. "I-I think you look good in, uh, like, pretty much anything."

"Spare me flattery." Ursa rolled her eyes, a sliver of a smile creeping back onto her face. "You are not looking at clothes. Past fifteen minutes, you only look at my ass."

"I... well, y-yeah," said Max, blushing in spite of himself.

"Perhaps I let you in early." Stepping over to the nightstand, Ursa carefully plucked up her shrunken friend and slipped him back into the crack of her ass—where, even without underwear, her huge cheeks held him firmly in place. "Better, da?"

"S-sure," said Max. While he'd been hoping to remain out of Ursa's rump for as long as possible prior to the party, he knew it was wiser not to rock the boat now that he was back in. 

* 

Twenty minutes later, Ursa was headed toward House Diana's multipurpose room—a large space on the far side of the house, built using donations from several wealthy alumni, which existed almost solely as a function space for the sorority's legendary keg parties. When she stepped inside, the festivities seemed to be in full swing. At least several hundred people were present, the music was blasting, the air smelled like cannabis, and she quickly recognized several familiar faces in the crowd. One in particular quickly met her eyes and started moving her way.