Again, Max froze. Even after the several pivotal moments of split-second decision-making he'd faced yesterday, nothing could have prepared him for the experience of having five giant young women staring down and waiting for him to speak. Knowing that he probably only had a few seconds at most before one of them weighed in for him, he did his best to consider his options.

Obviously, the logical choice would be to sit this whole thing out—but that was entirely contingent on Daisy's interest in helping him do that. If she really was intent on hanging onto him all day today — and he sincerely hoped she was — then he was technically deciding for two here. And for all the largely unintentional discomfort and humiliation his giant guardian had visited on him over the last day or so, she'd still done him a massive and potentially lifesaving favor by rescuing him in the first place, and an even bigger favor by sacrificing her anal virginity to keep him safe from Hazel. With all of that in mind, he didn't like the idea of keeping her from getting in on whatever her new girlfriend and housemates were planning. Not if she was into it, too—and if the way she'd just winked at him was any indication, she definitely was.

"Oh, uh..." He shrugged. "S-sure, I guess that works."

"Thanks, Max," said Daisy, returning her shrunken friend to his usual spot in her cleavage and giving him another reassuring boob squeeze. "Trust me, it'll be fun."

"Y-yeah," stammered Max, already trying not to spiral about where the day might go from here.

"Atta boy!" Hazel chuckled, stooping down to unwrap her first breakfast burrito. "Now, you guys wanna help us out with these?"

"We kinda just got back from breakfast," said Summer. "But I could eat again."

"Burritos? Really, Summer?" Winter rolled her eyes. "You know what happens when you have Mexican food."

"Yeah," said Autumn, playfully elbowing her giant girlfriend's pronounced rump. "It's awesome."

"Sounds like a yes to me," said Hazel. "I guess we should probably sit on the floor so we don't make a mess on the bed."

Recognizing this for the obvious joke that it was, her housemates responded with knowing laughter.

*

Twenty minutes and at least three dozen burritos later, Hazel, Daisy, Summer, Autumn and Winter were all fueled up. Even Max had managed to put away a few much-needed crumbs of egg, cheese and bean debris as they fell from Daisy's lips down to his perch in her cleavage. The fact that these specific flavors were all that he'd been smelling for the previous dozen-odd hours in his giant guardian's ass didn't exactly help his appetite, but he knew he'd need energy for whatever was to come.

"Alright." Again, Hazel seemed to be taking the lead—slipping out of her striped blouse and polka dot sweatpants and letting every inch of her chubby, curvy figure hang loose. "So, how are we gonna do this?"

"Well..." Following her neighbor's cue, Autumn began shedding all of her clothes to reveal her similarly chubby, pear-shaped but considerably paler figure. "We should probably start by warming each other up."

"Sounds like a plan to me," said Hazel, running her tongue over her pronounced front teeth. "So, who's eating who?"

"I can handle Winter," said Summer, standing by the door munching a final burrito. "She's kinda..."

"Summer knows what I like," chirped Winter, climbing off the bed and stepping over to the door. "That's fine with me."

Well aware of what her comparatively pint-sized partner expected, Summer wasted no time getting to work—settling down on the floor, effortlessly hoisting Winter up onto her shoulders so that the purple-haired goth's pussy was right in her face, and digging in with her big, powerful tongue. While this was happening, Max had no luck suppressing his burgeoning arousal—and an equally-intense feeling of uncertainty about what to expect from here. 

"Good idea." Seeing her two girlfriends going at it, the giant blonde going to town with all the energy and focus of a former championship wrestler and the purple-haired shortstack moaning like a banshee, Autumn smiled. "That should help her unwind a little."

BBBRRAAAAAPPPPPP

"Heh, sorry," mumbled Summer, her voice muffled by the folds of Winter's dripping sex. "I had a protein shake before breakfast."

"Ugh," grunted Winter, waving a hand in front of her face. "That's... hey, I didn't say stop!"

"Okey-dokey." Refocusing her attention on Autumn, Hazel grinned again. "I guess that leaves you me and D?"

"Yeah," said Autumn, eyeing Daisy—and the three-inch-tall freshman in her cleavage. "And your miniguy, too, right? What was his name again? Matt?"

"Max," said Daisy, peeling her shrunken friend out from his usual perch. "I can handle him. I know what he likes."

"Oh?" Autumn raised an eyebrow. "What does he like?"

"Well, he did ask me to sit on his face yesterday." Saying this, Daisy couldn't help giggling—and Max couldn't help blushing again. "But I figure I'll save that for later. Gotta warm up, like you said."

"Totally." Autumn nodded, clearly getting worked up just thinking about Buttzilla's infamously big, smelly butt—and from all the combined sights, sounds and smells from the other side of the room. "Gives those burritos a second to kick in, too."

"I like the way you think, Diaz," chuckled Hazel. "D, shall we?"

"Yeah," said Daisy, winking at Max. "Alright, Max, here we go."

With that, the giant gooner carefully brought her shrunken friend up to her lips and slid him into her mouth. Back in the almost-familiar confines of Daisy's massive maw, soaked in pungent morning-breath spit and buffeted about by her huge playful tongue, Max was already having profound second thoughts about playing any part in the giant gooners' orgy—and the sudden intrusion of a second tongue into his slimy prison didn't help. 

"Mmm," cooed Hazel, bringing one hand down to her loins and running the other through her girlfriend's long, greasy hair as they took turns glazing Max with their tongues. While they'd made out a few times the previous night, having their new miniguy in the mix took the whole experience to a dizzying new level of kinky pleasure. It was almost like they were fighting over who got to eat him—and if she won, she'd have to remember not to do that.

Meanwhile, seeing Hazel's pussy was occupied by one of the buck-toothed gooner's own hands, Autumn set her sights on Daisy—crawling up and pressing her face down into the giant shut-in's sweaty, stinky, slimy sex. Despite her fetid and unapologetically dorky demeanor, the green-haired nerd was nothing short of a pro when it came to eating pussy — in no small part thanks to her considerable experience eating out her two very demanding girlfriends — and wasted no time honing in on her neighbor's clit. For Daisy, the sudden, unexpected surge of pleasure that Autumn's tongue quickly conjured out of her was such a surprise that she nearly forgot about Max.

"F-fuck," moaned Daisy, quickly approaching her first orgasm of the day. After such a worrisome moment of absent-mindedness, she wasn't sure she could trust herself not to swallow again when the moment came. Feeling Autumn upping the frequency of her tongue strokes against the most sensitive part of her body, she decided to put her faith in Hazel—pushing Max into her new girlfriend's mouth before pulling herself away. 

Then, finally, she was cumming. Unfortunately, so was Hazel. Drunk with pleasure and the thrill of winning her little tongue hockey match, it took every shred of willpower at the genius gooner's disposal not to turn her new miniguy into a post-breakfast snack—but luckily for Max, her logical side managed to win out. Beyond the moral and ethical considerations of eating another human being, Hazel knew her new girlfriend would probably be furious. It would also dramatically limit her ability to follow through on all the dozens of kinky experiments and hypotheticals she'd been starting to cook up over the last twenty-four hours—aside from answering the question of what digesting a shrunken person would do to her farts.

Thankfully, very little of this registered for Max. As unpleasant as it was for him, passed out of Daisy's mouth and into Hazel's like a piece of chewing gum, the possibility that he'd just barely avoided being turned into gooner ass fat two times in ten seconds remained a distant concern compared to the sheer immediate discomfort of trying not to drown in sour saliva. Clearly, neither of these two was a big fan of brushing their teeth.  

"There we go," panted Hazel, unceremoniously spitting Max out into her palm and pressing him back into her girlfriend's cleavage. "Was that good for you, too, miniguy?"

Gasping for breath — and still as frustratingly hard as ever — all Max could do was sigh. "S-sure, yeah."

"Uh, oh, D," Hazel giggled, noticing the shrunken young man's arousal. "I don't think we finished him off!"

"Oh no!" Peeking her head up from between Daisy's legs, having just joined her two neighbors in climaxing, Autumn licked a thick layer of pussy juice off her lips. "Maybe I can help?"