Daisy Takes a Dump Shrunken First Semester chapter 5 by G-Writer and maximally

 

"S-sorry, actually…" Daisy winced. "I think I might need to go to the uh… the bathroom before we do anything else…"

 

Both Daisy and her tiny guest were blushing now. Max tried not to stare, but his eyes wandered around the disaster zone that was Daisy's room. Dirty clothes everywhere, food containers stacked up like some kind of greasy fortress, and cups that probably hadn't seen a sink in weeks. Not exactly the Ritz, but hey, it could be worse. At least it seemed like Daisy was willing to actually make it a home with him, much better than whatever some of the members of the more overbearing houses might have offered.

 

"O-okay," stammered Max, "n-no worries. I guess I'll stay here and—"

 

"Here?" Daisy shook her head. "N-no way!"

 

Max flinched. Daisy's sudden, no-nonsense answer caught him off guard. After everything they'd just been through, he was more confused than scared. "W-what do you mean—"

 

"Listen, Max… I mean… we just made out— hell, I just gave you the biggest blowjob ever, you know? And you're staying with me until, well… probably from now on…" As Daisy met her shrunken friend's eyes again, she offered a cautious smile. "So… we're at least at the level of boyfriend and girlfriend, right?"

 

Max's face went even redder. Hearing Daisy put a label on whatever this was made it all feel even more surreal. His first instinct was to protest—this was all happening way too fast—but she had been nothing but nice to him so far. And it wasn't like he had a line of other options waiting outside. "I... Y-yeah, that makes sense…"

 

A huge grin—complete with a few bits of her last meal still stuck between her teeth—spread across Daisy's face."Yes!Awesome!I'm so glad you feel the same, so...you get why I'm not about to leave my boyfriend anywhere out of arm's reach." She giggled, eyes sparkling. "I mean, I can't just leave you here and let some other hussy- I mean, other dorm-mate come in and snatch you up. So you're coming with me, okay? And trust me, this won't be the last time you're with me when I take a d- go to the bathroom… I mean, your girlfriend does that a lot. That's… not an issue, is it?"

 

"No, no, of course not…" Registering the vulnerability in his new girlfriend's voice, Max forced a smile. "Everybody poops, right?"

 

Daisy beamed. "Exactly! And since you're already acquainted and we've established that you don't mind getting cleaned up afterward…" Max had to fight back his instinct to cringe as Daisy picked him up with one hand and pulled open the front of her bottoms and panties with the other, showing her drooling jungle of a crotch once again, making her destination for him very apparent. "I mean, it's not like you'd want to take the trip in my big ol' bum crack instead, right? Haha—"

 

 

"—Oops, umm… maybe next time? Haha…”

 

Daisy's forced giggle at her own joke was enough to get Max to distractedly agree, just happy that he had dodged the bigger bullet. "Y-yeah… next time."

 

"Wait, really? You mean it?"

 

Well… maybe not completely dodged it. Seeing the expectant, slightly fragile look on Daisy's face, Max grimaced. "Oh… Umm… Yeah… Definitely."

 

"Yes!" Daisy barely managed to stop herself from breaking into a full-on happy dance, her excitement making her a little less gentle as she stuffed Max into the front of her undies. If her crotch hadn't been so thick and sticky, she probably would have shoved him in even deeper by accident. Practically skipping down the hallway to the dorm bathrooms—earning more than a few weird looks from passing students—she made sure Max was smeared into every last fold of her now even wetter crotch, undoing all her earlier cleaning efforts and then some. By the time she slipped into the bathroom and shimmied her hips through the door of the handicapped stall, locked the door, and fished Max out, he was absolutely dripping with her gooey love juices.

 

"Haha, sorry, Max, I'll clean you up as soon as we get back, promise. It was enough of a turn-on the first time I thought I was helping you; now that you're my boyfriend, well…" Another small chuckle escaped her lips before she set him down on the front lip of the toilet seat and began (with some difficulty) to work her bottoms and panties down her hips.

 

"*Cough cough.* Wait, Daisy... You're really going to have me here while you... ?" Max already felt awkward enough just being here, let alone soaked in her juices. The idea of being this close to the main event—never mind having to stare at her drooling crotch the whole time—was almost too much.

 

"What," said Daisy, sounding somewhat hurt. "Would you rather be somewhere else?"

 

"Y-yeah," stammered Max, "if you don't mind, maybe I could—"

 

"Hmm… Max, I don't want to drop you, and it's not like there's a whole lot of other place-" Suddenly, Daisy's eyes lit up. "Wait… Oooh, and here I thought you wanted a little time before you got some booty action… You just wanted to get a good look first, huh?" She grinned, "Glad to see you're not shy about letting me know what you want!"

 

Max was still trying to piece together what was happening when Daisy, without warning, scooped him up and plopped him from the front of the toilet seat to the back. He opened his mouth to protest, but the words died in his throat as Daisy yanked her sweats and panties down and, with a proud little wiggle, presented her ass to him in all its glory.

 

The giant shut-in's ass was absolutely massive—and then some. Cellulite was sprinkled all over the two huge, jiggling, semi-tan cheeks. The two masses of fat glistened, showing off how swampy they were, probably at all times beneath the sweats she always wore, and sporadic blemishes and pimples marred the expanse. Still, he could hardly notice that as she bent to sit down, and her ass crack (a crack more grand than the Grand Canyon itself) literally peeled itself apart to show how much darker it was between her cheeks. If all that worrisome discoloration was the result of chafing, dirtiness, or both, he wasn't sure—and he really didn't want to find out. Needless to say, as her butt came down like the greasiest monster in existence, it was all he could do to hope that he wasn't about to be flattened into a paste.

 

The squashing never came—but the smell sure did. It hit him like a wall: earthy, sour, and so strong he could practically taste it. When Max dared to open his eyes, he realized he'd been swallowed up by Daisy's ass crack, her cheeks spilling over the toilet seat and leaving just enough room for him to be trapped in the darkness. There was no way out unless he wanted to leap straight into the bowl. And as his eyes adjusted, he couldn't help but look up—only to be greeted by the sight of Daisy's asshole, huge, wrinkled, and stained, staring back at him from the abyss.

 

"H-hey, Max," said Daisy, looking back and smiling. "Are you okay back there? En-… Enjoying the view?"

 

Max was decidedly not enjoying the view. In fact, he could barely keep from gagging long enough to respond. "Yeah, Daisy, actually—"

 

"Oh, thank god!" Daisy breathed a sigh of palpable relief. "I'd just die at this point if you changed your mind or something. Anyway, glad you're enjoying yourself because… I can’t hold it anymore…”

 

If Max thought his current surroundings were gag-inducing before, the combined sights and smells were nothing compared to what happened next. With little fanfare, Daisy's asshole slowly peeled open as an absolutely massive, brown-green turd forced its way out in a tantalizing and agonizingly slow manner. The fetid stench from Daisy's swampy ass crack was quickly replaced with pure shit. With no way to escape and unable to speak over the re-surging feeling to gag, Max could only watch the events unfold, as Daisy was too preoccupied with pushing to do much else but swoon at how great having a 'boyfriend' like Max was.

 

Soon, a turd easily several times longer—and wider—than Max dangled from Daisy's asshole. Max found himself on his knees, unable to look away even if he wanted to. The smell just kept getting worse, and then—

 

"Hold on tight back there," Daisy murmured. "It's about to get—"

 

 

The massive log finally dropped, splashing into the foul water below and sending a wave of filth back onto Daisy's cheeks. Only then did Max realize the real horror had just begun. What followed was a revolting waterfall of chunky, half-liquid shit, spewing from Daisy's asshole like a septic geyser. It went everywhere—the bowl, her crack, every possible surface. Max barely had time to think how lucky he was to have avoided the worst of it when Daisy's gut gave a sudden, ominous rumble.

 

Bending over a little to push through the discomfort and adjusting the angle of her butt, the giant shut-in unintentionally brought her shrunken friend right into the splash zone. As she continued shitting, while most of what came out continued to make it into the bowl, her new position on the toilet seat meant that a good portion of her sludge was sprayed out directly on Max. Suddenly covered in a disgusting layer of pure shit, Max was somehow surprised to find that the taste was several times more disgusting at the source. The sensory overload and utter disgust he was experiencing were enough to make his head spin, so much so that he didn't fully realize Daisy had finished and was talking to him…

 

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