PPPPPHHHRRAAASSSHHHTTT… PLREEEEMFFFSpplrrt…

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

Now, both the giant shut-in and her three-inch-tall guest were blushing. Averting his eyes, Max took another look around the decidedly disheveled room, finding more of the 'free' space than not covered in various bits of dirty clothes, not to mention more than a few empty food containers and abandoned cups. It wasn't the most swanky 'home,' but he tried to remind himself that it could have been 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. The conviction and abruptness of Daisy's response was startling—although, after everything they'd just gone through together, he felt 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?"

Hearing this, Max blushed redder than ever. Somehow, having labels put on whatever they were doing together just made it even more surreal. Of course, his first reaction was to deny her logic outright... but she had been quite nice to him so far. And it wasn't like he could take a chance with other (non-existent) options. "I... Y-yeah, that makes sense…"

A humongous smile (even relatively speaking) immediately plastered itself on Daisy's face, only slightly mired by the remnants of her last meal stuck sporadically between her pearly' whites.' "Yes! I mean, awesome!! I mean… I'm glad you feel the same, so… you'll understand that I'm not leaving a cutie — that I'm not leaving my boyfriend anywhere out of arm's reach." She giggled. "I mean, I can't just leave you here and give some other hussy- I mean, other dorm-mate to come in here and steal you away… So you're coming with me, okay? Believe me, it's not going to 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—"

PPPHRRRRAAAAAFFFFTTT!!!

"—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 had to fight back the urge to do a happy dance, though her giddiness definitely kept her from shoving Max into the front of her undies in any kind of gentle manner. If her pubic area hadn't been so thick and moist, she might have shoved him far deeper than she intended. She all but skipped down the hallway to the dorm bathrooms, a move that was more than a bit out of place for the nearby dorm members to watch, but that meant that Max was smeared into just about every cleft of Daisy's now even more drooling crotch, undoing all her earlier tongue bath's work and then some as he was covered in her slime once more. By the time she made it into the bathrooms and shimmied her hips through the door of the handicapped stall, locked herself in, and pulled Max out, he was literally dripping with her drool-like 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 going to have me here while you… ?" Max already found it awkward enough to be here doing this, let alone covered in her juices… He didn't particularly enjoy the idea of being this close to the 'action', not to mention staring at her drooling crotch the whole time…

"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 more than a little confused, but wasn't given a chance to figure out what was going on until after Daisy unceremoniously moved him from the front of the toilet seat… to the back of it. In a panic, he tried to open his mouth to object, only for his mouth to stay hanging open as Daisy finally succeeded in yanking her sweats and panties down and (rather proudly due to his 'request') 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 massive, jiggling, semi-tan cheeks. The two masses of fat glistened and showed off how swampy they were probably at all times under 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.

Only the squashing never came. But the smell definitely did, and it was potent, earthy, and so overpowering that he could taste it. As he opened his eyes and looked up, he found that he had more or less been devoured by Daisy's ass crack, but she was so big that her cheeks were no doubt hanging over the edge of the toilet seat. There was plenty of space to accommodate him being in her crack back here… although her chub filled up so much space that there was no chance for him to escape—at least not if he didn't want to go forward and jump straight into the toilet. And speaking of forward… as his eyes became accustomed to the darkness, he couldn't help but look forward and up… and see a massive, horribly stained, wrinkly, glistening, brown eye staring at him from the abyss… an eye that was no doubt Daisy's absolutely horrendous asshole.

"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 tantalizingly 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 enough, a turd several times longer (and wider) than Max was dangling out of Daisy's asshole. Meanwhile, Max watched on, having fallen to his knees at some point and unable to look away if he wanted to. The smell only got worse by the second, and then…

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

Crackle-cropPHRASSSPPPLLUUUUURRRPPPPTTTT!!!

The massive log suddenly fell away, splashing into the fetid water below and back splashing onto Daisy's massive cheeks. Then, and only then, it became clear that the log had been holding back the true terror. What followed was an absolutely disgusting waterfall of chunky, semi-liquid shit, spewing out of Daisy's brown eye like a geyser of septic filth. The filth got everywhere, the bowl below her completely stained, her ass crack painted every shade of brown and green imaginable, and Max had just enough time to think how lucky he was, when a stray pang of pain shot through Daisy's gut.

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 was enough to make his head spin, so much so he didn't fully realize Daisy had finished and was talking to him…

Choices:

1) It's over, and Daisy quickly gets up to check on him (whether she wipes or not, writer's choice), and although she's apologetic about getting 'stuff' on Max, he's out of it enough that she misunderstands and thinks he still enjoyed himself.

2) Daisy is letting him know that she's about halfway done… and she needs to bear down (and consequently bend over more) to push it all out.

3) Same as 2, but instead of bending over more she actually sits up… unfortunately Max fell into the toilet and is now in the direct line of fire.

4) It's over, and Daisy quickly gets up to check on him after wiping (and using near a whole roll of TP)… only to find out he fell in at some point, and is now covered in her poo and used TP… but in the confusion she ends up thinking he jumped in on his own…