World's Gassiest Couple Shrunken First Semester chapter 11 by maximally

“…Maybe we could just share him?”

Hazel tilted her head, considering it.

“Share him?”

“Yeah.” Daisy shrugged, trying to sound casual even though her ears were still pink. “I get him some days, you get him other days. I know you said it’d be useful having him around while you’re working on the antidote.”

Hazel looked at Max, then back at Daisy, and grinned.

“Alright. I’m into it.” She turned her attention to the tiny freshman. “What do you think, miniguy?”

Max sat there in Daisy’s hand, still shivering, still processing everything that had happened in the last twelve hours. Being trapped inside Daisy’s ass. Watching the two of them go at it for hours. Learning he might be stuck like this for a year or more.

And now they were negotiating custody of him like he was a shared pet.

He looked between the two giant girls — one soft and guilty and strangely gentle, the other chaotic and shameless and terrifyingly brilliant.

For better or worse, this was his reality now.

“…Sure,” he said quietly. “I guess that works.”

Daisy smiled, soft and relieved.

Hazel looked genuinely pleased.

“Cool,” Daisy said. Then, after a beat, her expression shifted into something lighter. “I guess that just leaves one more thing.”

Max tensed. “W-what’s that?”

Daisy’s face broke into a small, goofy smile.

“We never finished season three of MLP.”

Hazel let out a short laugh. “We talking Friendship is Magic? I’ve got the whole show on my Plex server.”

Daisy chuckled. “Hazel, every girl in this building has Friendship is Magic on their Plex server.”

The two of them laughed.

After a moment, even Max managed a tired, shaky smile.

*

When they finally finished season three — and three extra-large extra-cheese pizzas — it was nearly 2:00 AM.

Max’s eyes were heavy. Between the long day, multiple orgasms, and the constant stream of gas his two giant guardians had been producing since dinner, he was barely staying awake. Daisy and Hazel didn’t look much better. Both girls were slumped against the headboard, yawning between bites of cold pizza.

“I guess I should get going,” Hazel said, stretching with a tired groan.

Daisy turned to look at her, almost offended. “Really? You can stay here if you want.”

Hazel shrugged. “Yeah? Works for me.”

She crawled back under the covers and immediately pressed herself against Daisy’s massive chest, nuzzling in. In the process, she accidentally knocked Max loose from where he’d been resting between Daisy’s breasts. He tumbled down onto the mattress between them.

Neither of the giant girls noticed.

They just kept shifting closer, their heavy, soft bodies pressing in from both sides until Max was completely pinned between their thick, sweaty thighs. The heat was immediate. The smell — a dense mix of unwashed skin, old sweat, and lingering sex — was even worse.

BBBRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP

A deep, pizza-fueled fart rumbled out of Daisy’s ass and rolled directly over him. Trapped under the blankets with nowhere to go, Max was instantly engulfed in the hot, noxious cloud. He coughed hard, eyes watering.

Above him, Hazel let out a sleepy little snort of laughter.

“Was that a challenge, babe?”

Daisy shifted, embarrassed. “No, I just—”

PPPPRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP

Hazel fired back with a long, rolling blast of her own. The air under the covers grew even thicker. Max’s lungs burned. He was starting to feel lightheaded.

“Your move,” Hazel teased, grinning against Daisy’s chest.

Daisy couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, if you insist…”

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT

Her second fart was even worse — long, wet, and devastatingly potent. Max was genuinely struggling to breathe now. The air felt almost solid with stink.

“Fuck!” Hazel giggled, delighted. “That was a good one. Alright, one more…”

PPPPRRRRRRAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBBLLTLTLTLTLTLTLTLTTTTT

Hazel’s final fart ended with a suspiciously wet sound. She winced.

“Whoops. You might need to do laundry tomorrow.”

Daisy scowled, though there was still amusement in her voice. “You didn’t just shit the bed, did you?”

“Nah,” Hazel said, grinding her hips lazily into the mattress. “We’re good. Mostly.”

“Alright,” Daisy sighed. “Well, it sure smells like you did.”

Hazel grinned. “Is that your way of saying I won?”

Daisy let out a tired laugh. “Sure.”

Beneath them, Max had already passed out. 

*

When Max came to, the situation had changed.

He was no longer trapped between their thighs. Instead, he was wedged firmly between their two massive, blubbery asses.

At some point during the night, Daisy and Hazel had rolled over and shifted in their sleep, unconsciously sandwiching him between their cheeks. His entire world was hot, humid flesh and the constant, low-level smell of ass. Every time one of them moved or clenched in their sleep, he was squeezed tighter.

pffooooootttttt

Another hot gust of gas wafted out of Daisy’s crack and washed over him. Max sighed, too tired and dizzy to even cough properly this time.

prraaaaaappppppp

Hazel fired back in her sleep, her asshole twitching against his back as she let one rip. The smell was thick and sour. Max’s head was spinning again.

He had no way out. No way to wake them. No way to escape the steady stream of gas his two giant guardians were unconsciously pumping out all night.

With nothing else to do, Max let his mind wander back over the last twelve hours.

In barely half a day, he had gone from a normal (if anxious) freshman to a three-inch-tall toy trapped between two of the grossest, horniest girls in House Proserpina. He’d had his first kiss. His first sexual experiences. He’d been shoved into a pussy, sucked on, sat on, and pushed inside an ass. He’d watched two giant girls have hours-long, filthy sex right in front of him.

And now he was being told he might be stuck like this for a year. Maybe longer.

It was a lot.

But as bad as it was… it could have been so much worse.

If he had woken up in House Juno, he might already be getting passed around like a toy by a bunch of sadistic goths who saw shrinking guys as entertainment. If he had ended up with someone from Fortuna, he probably would’ve been used as a prop for some influencer’s OnlyFans content and then forgotten about. Even most of the other girls in Proserpina would’ve treated him like a disposable sex toy with zero regard for his safety or comfort.

Instead, he had landed with Daisy.

She was messy. She was incredibly gassy. She had a serious size kink and a tendency to get carried away. But she was also kind. She had protected him from Hazel’s worst impulses. She had cut a deal she clearly didn’t want to make just to keep him safe. And even when she got lost in her own pleasure, she still seemed to care about whether he was okay.

Hazel was… a lot. Dangerous, shameless, and clearly excited about having a tiny person to experiment on. But she was also the best shot he had at getting back to normal someday. And now that she and Daisy were apparently dating, she had at least some reason to play nice.

Max shifted slightly between their massive cheeks as another hot, wet fart rumbled out from one of them — he couldn’t even tell which anymore.

He was exhausted. Overwhelmed. And more than a little scared about what the next year (or longer) was going to look like.

But for the first time since waking up tiny that morning, he allowed himself to think something dangerously close to acceptance.

This was his life now.

And for better or worse… it could’ve been a lot worse.