Max wasn't sure why he'd decided to go to the beach. He'd never liked spending weekends here back in high school, and moving down to SoCal for college hadn't done much to change that. Still, for some reason, that was where he found himself today—finally back at normal size, nestled in a big, soft blanket and making out with a beautiful, perky blonde who looked a whole lot like Crystal West.

How he'd been re-sized was an even bigger mystery—not that he was complaining. After everything he'd gone through yesterday in the Loser House, the experience of hooking up with his favorite internet star felt like nothing short of a dream come true. It sure didn't hurt that it was a picture-perfect beach day, and they had the whole place to themselves. The only thing that kept pulling him out of the moment was the fact that Crystal's big, full lips tasted exactly like Daisy's asshole... and she kept burping in his face.

Of course, even a socially awkward virgin like Max knew better than to risk killing the mood by bringing that up—even if it was starting to make him feel genuinely nauseous. After all, this was the Crystal West—the number one "it girl" of his social media feeds and the hottest, most popular freshman at Ventus. Guys paid hundreds of dollars just to hear her say their names on Twitch streams, and here he was, kissing her. With that in mind, who was he to complain about a little bad breath?

BRRRAAAAPPPP

As Crystal let out another long, curiously eggy burp right into his mouth, he did his best to inhale it without gagging. Surely, he told himself, this was simply her way of testing him—making sure he was interested in the real Crystal, not just the unnaturally perfect image she presented online. If that was the case, and he struggled to imagine any other explanation, he had no intention of letting her down—but after resisting the urge to cough while absorbing several of her previous burps, he quickly realized this one was just strong enough to push him past his breaking point.

"S-sorry," he mumbled, prying himself away from his new lover's embrace and letting out a few guilty coughs. "I think I have a cold or something."

Crystal's only response was to beckon him forward again, giggling coyly. With no other choice, still deeply wary of messing up whatever he'd lucked into here, Max obeyed. Eagerly pressing his lips back against hers to resume their makeout sesh, he could hear her giggles becoming low moans of pleasure—and registered another telltale gurgle at the back of her throat.

BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP

Feeling yet another of the beautiful blonde's burps forcing its way down into his lungs, Max could tell he'd made a mistake. His nose and throat were burning, his thoughts were hazy at best, and his stomach was dangerously queasy. As his eyelids fluttered shut, he managed to pull away and force a final smile at Crystal. Then, the whole world faded to black.

When Max woke up, he was powerless to stop his jaw from dropping. Apparently, for the second day in a row, he was going to start the morning with a series of crushing realizations—namely, that whatever he'd just been experiencing had been a dream. 

He was, quite obviously, still three inches tall and still trapped in House Proserpina. That much was clear from his current surroundings—the soft, sweaty, funky depths of Daisy's big, unwashed rump. While he knew there were far worse places he could have woken up after his first fateful morning in the Loser House's common room, he found it hard to take much solace in that thought right now—especially not with his new guardian's massive, pillowy, unmistakably eggy asshole brushing up against his face. 

As Max realized whose lips he'd really been kissing all night, he felt closer to vomiting than ever before. Based on the way Daisy's pucker was still eagerly puckering up against him — no doubt mistaking his shrunken form for one of the well-used silicone plugs on her nightstand — it was a miracle he hadn't been swallowed whole at some point during their big makeout sesh. Remembering the five excruciating hours he'd spent lodged in the giant shut-in's rectum yesterday evening, he shuddered. Then he noticed the awful taste the whole experience had left in his mouth.

Unable to hold back his mounting disgust, he began frantically struggling against the all-powerful embrace of his giant guardian's ass—and, as usual, it didn't do much. With Daisy's big, ripe cheeks pressing down all around him, he felt like an insignificant chunk of space rock caught in the orbit of two glorious suns. After several seconds of movement, he could tell he wasn't going anywhere—although his sudden burst of energy successfully roused his giant unintentional captor from sleep.

"Mmm," cooed Daisy, rolling over onto her side and reaching a hand back to peel out her shrunken friend. "Morning, Max."

As he felt the giant shut-in's big, perpetually grimy fingers closing around him, Max allowed himself to go limp. Twenty-four hours after waking up in the common room down the hall, the experience of being picked up was already getting much less surreal. A second later, finally freed from Daisy's rump, he was back in the open — but no less funky-smelling — air of her bedroom, sitting on her palm and gasping for breath.

"M-Morning," he said, wiping a glistening handful of booty sweat off his face. "H-how'd you sleep?"

"Really good." Daisy yawned. "How about you? Sorry if it got kinda sweaty back there."

"Me?" Max shrugged, his face getting hot as he wondered if she'd been awake for any of his kisses. "I... fine, I guess? I had some… really weird dreams."

"Oh, really?" Daisy smiled. "Like what?"

"I dunno." By now, Max's face was bright red. "I-I can't really remember. Hey, uh, where's Hazel?"

"I think she went to go get some food. She should be back any minute." Sitting up in bed, Daisy brought Max up to her chest and gently nestled him into another now-familiar spot—right between her big, sweaty, gravity-defying boobs. "That reminds me... we were talking last night while you were, uh..." Now, it was Daisy's turn to blush. "Y'know..."

"Yeah," said Max, shaking off yet another flashback of his time as a living butt plug. "What were you talking about?"

"Well... I think we're gonna have a couple of friends over today." Daisy winced a little, like she knew this was a tall order. "If that's alright with you."

"F-friends?" Max winced back. Two giant House Proserpina girls were more than enough for him to handle. The idea of even one more was enough to make him start getting nauseous again. "Who?"

"Just my neighbors from across the hall," said Daisy, giving her boobs an affectionate squeeze around her shrunken friend. "Don't worry, they're all super chill." She chuckled. "Well, for Proserpina. And I told Hazel I'm gonna hang onto you the whole time."

"Okay," said Max, still not feeling much better about any of this—even if the smothering softness of Daisy's boobs was undeniably pretty awesome. "So... what's the plan when they get here?"

"Well..." 

Before Daisy could answer, the door swung open—revealing Hazel, two heaping to-go bags of breakfast burritos in each hand, flanked by three more young women. "Hey, babe!" The buck-toothed gooner grinned. "Ran into these three on the way back from the dining hall. Figured we could get started early." 

Scanning each new arrival up and down and thinking back to several rumors he'd absorbed during his orientation, Max swallowed hard. Over the previous several weeks, he'd seen all three of these girls around campus several times — a hulking but inexplicably mousy 6'3" amazon with a mop of greasy blonde hair that hung down over her eyes, a chubby, pale, freckle-faced 5'8" nerd with red hair, heavy neon green highlights, several piercings and big black hipster glasses, and a short, curvy, purple-haired 5'1" goth who managed to combine the severe bangs and even more severe makeup of a Juno girl with the crusty, unkempt demeanor of a Loser House femcel — and together, they were a perfect match for the infamous "Proserpina Polycule."

"Oh, hey, Haze!" Scrambling to cover her nakedness, Daisy blushed again. "Hey, guys. Sorry, I wasn't expecting you all so early." 

"Hey, Daisy," said the blonde amazon. "We can come back later if you want. No big rush."

"Nah," said Hazel, stepping over to the bed. "We're good to go! Right, D?"

"Y-yeah," said Daisy, carefully prying her shrunken friend out of her cleavage and holding him up to the group. "I should probably introduce everybody first, though."

Face to face with the only current Loser House residents who gave Daisy and Hazel any competition in terms of sheer campus notoriety, Max froze. While the blonde amazon seemed surprisingly chill, the other two looked just as depraved as he'd imagined—especially the goth. 

"Max," said Daisy, "this is Summer, Autumn and Winter. Summer, Autumn, Winter, this is our friend Max." 

As his giant guardian pointed from girl to girl, Max was finally able to put faces to names and confirm all of his suspicions. This was, in fact, the Proserpina Polycule—a group of exceptionally foul and horny young women who'd become local legends through their habit of hooking up in various unoccupied spaces around the school, leaving only cum-stained improvised dildos and skid-marked furniture in their wake. 

The blonde-haired, blue-eyed amazon was Summer Perkins—widely known as one of the smelliest — and shyest — girls at Ventus. A former varsity wrestling star allegedly kicked out of House Diana for multiple "hygiene violations," she'd famously let herself go immediately after transferring into the Loser House and meeting her two roommates-turned-lovers. That was the story Max had gotten, at least. Scanning the 19-year-old amazon's oversized black WWE t-shirt, black basketball shorts and shoeless feet, he could tell that this transition had also included putting on a significant deal of weight—although the powerful muscles that had once made her a fixture on the varsity wrestling team were clearly still in there somewhere.

The green-haired, green-eyed nerd was Autumn Diaz, former House Minerva wunderkind. According to a guy in Max's orientation group, she'd been asked to leave the Nerd House the previous semester after being caught using house facilities for "unethical research"—although when he had pressed for details as to what that research actually entailed, the guy telling him the story didn't have any specifics. The only thing he did know was that it was seriously kinky. Seeing her chubby figure now, unable to avoid noticing the crusty discharge stains all over her bright green sweatpants and black Evangelion sweatshirt, he had a feeling that this legend was probably at least somewhat grounded in truth.

And, of course, the purple-haired, brown-eyed goth was Winter Sinclair. From her black corset, to her black pleated skirt, choker, fishnet stockings and big, stompy black combat boots, she still looked every bit the part of a Juno girl—although, if the legends were true, she gave even the likes of Kali Chandra a run for her money in terms of her sheer disdain for the "lesser sex." Banned from the Goth House after just one semester for being "too soft on men," legend had it that she'd taken all the wrong lessons away from her dismissal—and quickly became one of the most outspoken and virulent man-haters on campus in her quest for redemption. Famed for her short, stacked figure and even shorter temper, she was definitely the biggest wild card of the polycule—and the one whose gaze struck the most fear into Max. 

"H-hey there," said the shrunken freshman, cupping a hand over his groin and blushing redder than ever. "N-nice to meet you all."

"'Sup," said Summer, offering him a warm smile of acknowledgment and a little nod.

"Well, hello there," said Autumn, licking her lips. "Damn, y'all were holding out on us, huh?" 

"Pssh," scoffed Winter, icy voice dripping with disdain. "I didn't realize you had a bug problem in here. Have you considered calling an exterminator?"

"That's not funny, Winter," said Daisy, instinctively pulling Max back toward her chest. "He's a person, and he's my friend."

"Don't mind her," said Summer, noticing Max's apparent concern and shaking her head. "She's just cranky 'cause I didn't get her off last night."

"Yes," said Winter, staring daggers at her amazonian girlfriend. "I am. Now, are we just gonna keep standing here and talking, or is someone gonna help me fix that?!"

"Easy there, Win," giggled Hazel, placing her two bags of burritos on the bed. "First things first, D and I gotta chow down. Can't have an orgy on an empty stomach."

"I thought that was the whole idea," chuckled Autumn. "That way you don't have to get up and take a shit halfway through. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Hazel wiggled her eyebrows.

"N-nothing," said Autumn, sneaking a hand down her sweatpants.

Watching all of this, Max went white. Was he hearing his other giant guardian correctly?

"Speaking of," Hazel continued, turning back toward Daisy. "You ran this whole thing by miniguy, right?"

"Yeah!" Daisy nodded. "We were just talking about it before you came in."

"Good. So..." Again, Hazel grinned. "What did he think?"

"I don't know," said Daisy, giving Max a playful wink. "Why don't you ask him?" 

"Okey-dokey," said Hazel, leering down at Max. "How about it, miniguy? Are you in, or are you in?"