For a moment, Daisy was silent—looking from Max to Hazel and back again. Then, she had an idea. "Hmm... maybe we could just share him?"

"Share him?" Hazel nodded, already liking where this was going.

"Y'know." Daisy shrugged. "I get him some days; you get him other days. I know you were saying earlier that it'd be useful having him around while you're trying to find a way to get him back to normal." 

"Alright," said Hazel, grinning. "I'm into it. Miniguy, what do you think?"

Standing in Daisy's hand, thoroughly shaken from his part in the two giantesses' multi-hour fuck sesh, Max did his best to offer a shrug of his own. For better or worse, Hazel still seemed like his best path out of all this—and as far as he could tell, Daisy was the only one who could keep the genius gooner's most depraved impulses at bay on his behalf. "S-sure... I mean, I guess that works."

"Cool," said Daisy. "I guess that just leaves one more thing."

Seeing the strange glimmer in the giant shut-in's eyes, Max froze. "W-what's that?"

"Well..." As Daisy looked down at her shrunken friend, the strange glimmer gave way to pure, goofy enthusiasm. "We never finished season three of MLP." 

"We talking Friendship is Magic?" Again, Hazel grinned. "I've got the whole show on my Plex server."

"Hazel," chuckled Daisy, "every girl in here has Friendship is Magic on their Plex server."

As the two giant girls laughed, Max couldn't help joining in.

*

When the two giantesses and their three-inch-tall partner finally completed the season — and three of the five extra-large extra-cheese pizzas they'd ordered for dinner — it was almost 2:00 AM. After several additional hours of breathing in all the gas that this dinner had inspired in his guardians, Max's eyes were getting very heavy—and both Daisy and Hazel seemed to be in a similar boat. 

"I guess I should get going," said Hazel, sitting up to stretch and stifling a yawn. 

"Really?" Looking up at her buck-toothed girlfriend, Daisy almost sounded a little offended. "I mean, you can stay here, if you want."

"Oh, yeah?" Hazel shrugged. "Works for me."

Settling back into bed, the genius gooner nuzzled herself right up against Daisy's huge chest—accidentally dislodging Max from her giant girlfriend's cleavage in the process and sending him tumbling down onto the bed between the two. Too lost in the afterglow of their first night together to notice, the huge slobby girls simply continued pressing closer and closer together, leaving Max trapped in a prison of chubby, sweaty thighs. 

BBBRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP 

As a tremendous pizza-induced fart thundered out of Daisy's ass, Max's cramped confines got even worse. Between the relentless pressure of the giantesses' thighs and the thick blanket and comforter sealing in his guardian's latest toot, he was completely surrounded by her stink.

Meanwhile, getting a whiff of whatever her girlfriend had just let loose under the covers, Hazel snorted with glee. "Was that a challenge, babe?"

Daisy shook her head. "No, I just..."

PPPPRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP

Before Daisy could finish explaining that she'd simply had to fart, Hazel offered a bed-shaking blast of her own—filling the space under the sheets with even more thick, noxious fumes and sending Max into a coughing fit.

"Your move," said Hazel, wiggling her eyebrows.

Unable to keep herself from laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of this whole situation, Daisy couldn't help playing along. "Okay, If you insist..." 

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT

Somehow, the giant shut-in's second fart of their little gas-off was even worse than the first. By now, the air content under the covers was almost 99% stink—and Max was already feeling dangerously lightheaded. 

"Fuck!" Hazel giggled. "That was a good one! Alright, one more..." 

PPPPRRRRRRAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBBLLTLTLTLTLTLTLTLTTTTT

As the genius gooner's fart ended with an unexpectedly-wet crescendo, she winced. "Whoops. I think you might need to do laundry tomorrow."

Daisy scowled—playful but genuinely concerned. "You didn't just shit the bed, did you?"

"Nah," said Hazel, grinding her hips into the mattress and shaking her head. "We're good. I think."

"Alright," said Daisy, shaking her head back. "Well, it sure smells like you did."

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

Again, Daisy couldn't help laughing. "Sure."

Beneath the two giantesses, their three-inch-tall friend was out cold. 

*

When Max finally came to, he was still trapped under the covers between Daisy and Hazel—but over the last few hours, they'd managed to change positions several times. Now, he was caught squarely between their two huge, blubbery butts—almost like their immense asses were fighting over him. 

pffooooootttttt

As another gust of stinky wind wafted out of Daisy's crack, Max sighed. With no way out of his current prison, he had a feeling he wouldn't be getting much sleep for the rest of the night—at least, not if his new guardians' habitual gassiness kept up at night the same way it did during the day. 

prraaaaaappppppp

Not to be outdone even in sleep, Hazel's ass fired back at Daisy. Feeling his lungs filling with gas again, Max forced himself not to gag. If this was really the life he was staring down for the next year or so, he thought, he might as well try to get used to it. 

With nothing but time alone with his thoughts, trapped between Daisy and Hazel's mountainous rumps for at least the next few hours, he sat back to review the events of his day. In just a little over 12 hours, he'd gotten his first kiss, gotten to first, second and third base with an interested girl his age—and discovered that there was a not-insignificant chance that he'd be stuck at three inches tall forever. Naturally, this last part remained a lot to process. 

Still, he knew that things could be a lot worse. Of all the people to have come across him this morning, especially in the Loser House, of all places, he'd had the immense good fortune to be rescued by Daisy. Putting whatever kinks and desires she harbored aside, she was hands-down the nicest young woman he'd met so far in his time at Ventus—and she was on increasingly good terms with the one girl in House Proserpina who seemed to have any shot at getting him back to normal. 

The more he thought about all the other places he could have woken up today, the more he realized that his current situation really wasn't that bad. Sure, Daisy was a little on the smelly side, her episodes of horniness would likely continue to be cause for concern, and Hazel wasn't much better on either front—but compared to the sadistic man-hating goths of House Juno and the stuck-up mean girls of House Fortuna, he knew he had it easy. What both his guardians lacked in conventional attractiveness and social graces, they more than made up in energy and spontaneity—and apparent dedication to looking out for him. And wasn't that all he could ask for right now? 

brrrrrrttttttttt

As another fart washed over him, he found himself too dizzy to tell which of his guardians had dealt it. Not that it really mattered, he thought.