Still dizzy with pleasure from the string of big, messy orgasms she'd just gotten from Hazel, Daisy didn't need to think twice about her answer. Looking from her neighbor to her shrunken friend, then back to her neighbor, she smiled. "Why not?"

"I had a feeling my technique would win you over," said Hazel, licking her lips. "I didn't watch all those tutorials for nothing."

In spite of herself, Daisy's smile grew. "You're really not bad back there."

"Thanks," said Hazel, turning her attention to Max. "Alright, miniguy, you ready to rock?"

Max, for his part, was too frozen with uncertainty — and arousal — to push back on what the foul giantesses seemed to be proposing. "Wait, Hazel, what if we just..."

Of course, Hazel had already made up her mind—and before he could say more, the buck-toothed gooner picked him up and dropped him into her mouth!

"Hey!" Snapping out of her post-climax daze, Daisy scowled. "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry he'th fine," said Hazel, doing her best to talk with her mouth full.

Suddenly immersed in slimy, rancid, darkness, buffeted between a set of very fuzzy teeth and an extremely hungry tongue, Max was anything but "fine." It wasn't just that Hazel's mouth was significantly grosser than Daisy's, although that didn't help. It was that he had absolutely no clue which way he'd go from here, especially based on all the attention he was getting from her tongue. It was almost like she was tasting him—and while he knew that Daisy would probably never let Hazel hear the end of it if she swallowed right now, that wasn't going to do much to help him after the fact.

"Is he?" Daisy's scowl deepened.

Kneeling behind her neighbor again, Hazel grinned. "Juth gimme a thecond."

Without further ado, the chubby, slobby genius unceremoniously spat Max back out into her hand. Then, taking the bewildered, shrunken, and now very slimy freshman in one hand and spreading Daisy's cheeks with another, she leaned forward and pressed him right against her neighbor's huge asshole. 

"Oooh," breathed Daisy, shivering as she felt her shrunken friend returning to his rightful place. "Now I get it... keep going?"

"You don't have to tell me twice," giggled Hazel, pressing her hand even deeper between Daisy's cheeks and forcing their shared plaything up into the giant shut-in's sphincter. 

Thanks to the generous quantity of DIY lube he'd picked up in Hazel's mouth, Max now found himself being swallowed by Daisy's rancid pucker—first his head, then his chest, then his legs. In seconds, the only thing connecting him to the outside world was one of Hazel's fingers. Once it retreated, he was alone—trapped in a bizarre new world of hot, wet, smelly darkness. Then, Hazel started getting to work on the other side.

With Max struggling for dear life inside her rectum, and Hazel eagerly going to town on her back door, it only took Daisy a few minutes to rack up yet another massive orgasm. A second soon followed, accompanied by a corresponding barrage of immense farts—none of which managed to dislodge Max from his place within the giant shut-in's ass. 

PRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPP

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT

PAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRPPPPPPPP

If Max's first experience watching Daisy and Hazel going at it had been surreal, this was like something out of a fever dream. The inside of Daisy's ass smelled worse than everything else he'd gone through today put together, the pressure and heat were borderline unbearable, and the constant movement of her hips, grinding eagerly against her neighbor's face, meant that he was stuck in a state of constant motion. Of course, with Hazel's huge tongue busily power-washing his only exit, he knew that he was stuck here until the two giantesses were good and ready to let him out. All he could do was hope that would come soon. 

"Y'know," panted Daisy, wiping sweat off her brow with her free hand before reaching back and giving Hazel's hair an affectionate tousle. "I think I could get used to this."

"Yeah?" Pulling her face away from the giant shut-in's rump for a moment, Hazel grinned. "Maybe we make this a recurring thing?"

"Maybe we do," Daisy nodded, grinning back. "Now get back there and finish me off."

"Yes, ma'am," snorted the genius gooner, wasting no time getting her tongue right back between her neighbor's cheeks.

*

An unknowable quantity of orgasms later, Daisy and Hazel finally collapsed into bed together, exhausted. By now, they'd been at it for almost five hours. The room stank of sex and farts, both young women were thoroughly coated in sweat and cum, and the larger of the two had totally forgotten about the shrunken freshman in her ass. Thankfully, her smaller, smarter, kinkier partner hadn't.

"So," said Hazel, nuzzling closer to Daisy and lazily tracing circles on her neighbor's huge chest. "You just gonna leave miniguy cooking in there overnight, or?"

"What?" Realizing what Hazel was saying, Daisy froze. "Oh, crap..."

"I'm sure he's thinking the same thing," snorted Hazel. "You want me to tongue him out of there for ya?"

"No," said Daisy, rolling out of bed and slipping back into her usual shirt and sweats. "I got it, gimme a sec."

A very frantic shuffle-walk later, she'd managed to find the only toilet in the Loser House's ladies' room that wasn't clogged. Hiking down her sweats and covering the entire seat with her massive ass, she carefully squeezed her shrunken friend out into the toilet—and luckily for Max, since his guardian's stomach was empty after a long afternoon with Hazel, nothing else joined him in the bowl. As he sputtered back to life, jolted awake by the sudden shock of landing in a small pool of frigid water, he found Daisy staring down at him with a look of equal parts relief and embarrassment.

"Hey, Max," she said, blushing. "Sorry about that. I think I just kinda... forgot you were in there. Heat of the moment and all."

While Max's initial reaction was that of anger, he knew he wasn't in any position to push back. Right now, his top priority was getting out of this freezing toilet bowl without contracting hypothermia—or getting flushed. "Oh," he said, teeth already chattering, "n-no worries. Y-you mind getting me out of here?"

"Huh? Oh! Sorry!" Stooping down to pluck her three-inch-tall friend out of the toilet, Daisy got even redder. "Probably not the most pleasant place to be."

"No," said Max, shaking his head, still getting used to all the light and fresh air in the world beyond Daisy's ass. "T-thanks, Daisy."

Daisy smiled. "Of course. So, uh... sorry about the whole serum thing, too. I guess it's gonna be a while before we get you back to normal." 

"Yeah," sighed Max. The only real upside of being trapped in Daisy's ass is that it had kept him pretty thoroughly distracted from spending any time unpacking that revelation—but now, the implications were all too clear. If the next year of his life meant 365 more days like today, he really wasn't sure how to feel—not that he felt comfortable saying that to Daisy, of course. For now, his best move seemed to be trying to change the subject. "Seems like you and Hazel had a good time tonight, though?"

"We did," said Daisy, blushing again. "Yeah. She's... interesting."

"That's one way to put it." Max chuckled. "Good person to have around if there's still any chance of finding me a cure, I guess."

"Yeah." Daisy nodded. "I think you're right."

Before Max could say more, they both heard the door opening on the other side of the bathroom, followed by footsteps. "Everything good in there, D?"

"Yeah, we're good," said Daisy, shooting an amused look at Max. "Thanks, Hazel." 

"Sweet." Honing in on Daisy's stall by the sound of her voice, Hazel stepped over and opened the door. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Well," looking down at Max again, then back to Hazel, Daisy smiled again. "...You, actually."

"Oh yeah?" Hazel grinned. "Gushing to miniguy about my tongue game?" 

"Something like that," said Daisy, chuckling. "Listen... I had a really good time tonight."

"That makes two of us," said Hazel, nodding gamely.

"Cool." Daisy took a deep breath. "Maybe, uh... if you're into it, we could..."

"Are you asking me out, D?" Hazel crossed her arms, grin widening. "'Cause if you are, the answer is yes."

"I..." Daisy's face went redder than ever. "Y-yeah! I was. And cool! That, uh... that sounds good." 

"Cool," said Hazel, eyeing the shrunken freshman in her new girlfriend's hands. "What about miniguy here?"

"Him?" Daisy shrugged. "Oh. Well..."