"Nah," said Hazel, nodding to Daisy. "I know exactly what he wants right now."

"What's that?" Daisy scowled, crossing her arms to add a layer of protection around the shrunken freshman in her cleavage. 

"Isn't it obvious?" Reaching over to give her giant girlfriend's colossal, doughy butt a good squeeze, the buck-toothed genius grinned. "He wants to cut to the main course!"

"Oh!" Daisy blushed. "Well... I guess that would make sense."

"Of course it makes sense," Hazel giggled, nodding toward Max's lingering erection. "I mean, look at him! He's probably gettin' worked up all over again just hearin' us talk about it!"

"Heh, yeah. Maybe." Following her bespectacled girlfriend's eyes down to her cleavage, the giant shut-in smiled. "Max, how does that sound to you?"

Watching this interaction, Max could feel his own face getting warm again—and his boner wasn't going anywhere. Now that he'd committed to participating in Daisy and Hazel's orgy, he knew there was no way to avoid what they were proposing. Sooner or later, it was going to happen. The only real question was how long he could stall them. "I... w-well..."

"Ah, c'mon, D." Hazel giggled. "You really think he's gonna tell you what he really wants with all of us around? Just put him out of his misery already!"

"Yes," scoffed Winter, finally chiming in from the other side of the room. "Please, do. If you like, I'd be happy to help."

"Not like that, Win," said Hazel, rolling her eyes at the diminutive goth. "I mean, give him what he wants!"

Rather than responding, Winter simply closed her eyes and resumed focusing on Summer—who was still hard at work eating her out. By now, thanks to the relentless ministrations of her giant blonde girlfriend's tongue, the purple-haired Juno reject was quickly closing in on her second or third orgasm of the morning—but she had no intentions of stopping there.

"I... guess I hadn't thought about it like that." Looking back down at Max, Daisy offered another warm smile. "Don't worry, Max, you don't have to say a thing."

Before the hapless shrunken freshman could think of a way to talk his way out of this, he found himself in motion once again—plucked out of the safety of his giant guardian's cleavage and brought around to her ass. A split second later, he was in—buried in the smothering vastness of her stinky, blubbery cheeks, lodged right up against the same unwashed ring of wrinkly flesh he'd been kissing all night. Resisting the urge to groan so as not to get another mouthful of asshole, he settled for a full-body shudder of discontent.

"That's better," cooed Daisy, tensing her backdoor against Max's face. "Now... if you can just hold still..."

"Oh, no, no, no," Max stammered, feeling Daisy's fingers pressing him further down—through her rancid pucker and into the hot, wet, stinky darkness beyond. First, it swallowed his head. Then, his shoulders. Then, with a final inescapable gulp, it sucked him all the way in.

"There we go." Grinding her hips down into the mattress, Daisy let out a satisfied sigh. "Much better."

For the second time in twenty-four hours, Max was trapped in the giant shut-in's rectum—and it hadn't gotten any cleaner since his last visit. If being coated in Hazel's saliva had been unpleasant, being coated in Daisy's anal slime was full-on physical and psychological torture—made even worse by the knowledge that he had no way of getting out of here on his own. All he could do was hope that when his giant guardian decided to release him, it wouldn't include another trip to the bathroom.

"Wow," said Autumn, practically drooling. "Lucky guy."

"You said it," said Summer, who'd just finished finishing Winter. "Hey, uh, mind if I cut in here, Hazel?"

"Not at all!" Beckoning the blonde amazon onto the bed, Hazel grinned again. "Assuming that's cool with you, D?"

"Sure," said Daisy, sharing a slightly flustered smile with her neighbor. Whenever she and Summer were in the same room, there was always a palpable sexual tension between them—probably because they were the two biggest, smelliest girls in the Loser House by a wide margin. Of course, in true "gentle giant" fashion, they were also too characteristically shy and reserved to act on that tension—at least, until now.

As the former star wrestler pulled her puny goth girlfriend off her shoulders, shed her clothes and climbed into bed, her giant shut-in neighbor let out a totally involuntary hum of approval. The feeling of Summer's big, soft curves settling down on top of hers was absolutely exquisite — especially once they started pressing their dripping sexes together — and only amplified the pleasure of having her new favorite playmate back in her ass. When the blonde amazon bent down for a kiss, they both shivered. 

"Mmmh," Daisy moaned, well on the way to another orgasm. With Summer's huge, hungry pussy slopping up against her clit, and Max struggling against the overpowering embrace of her rectum, she was increasingly lost in a sea of sweaty, stinky lust—completely uninhibited in a way she rarely was.

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For everyone else in the room, the fart Daisy proceeded to let loose was bad. For Max, it was like being caught in a wind tunnel, blasted with a rippling current of hot, hard, noxious air that nearly forced him all the way out of his guardian's ass—at least, until her massive pucker seemed to sense that it was at risk of losing him and tensed back up. Somehow, all of this still wasn't enough to knock him out again—even if a growing part of him wasn't opposed to that idea.

"Whoops!" Pulling away from Summer's lips for a second, Daisy laughed. "Sorry, guys."

"D!" Hazel frowned. "What did I say last night? You don't have anything to apologize for! Not with us!"

"Here," chuckled Summer, "maybe this'll help."

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When the blonde amazon farted, the whole bed shook—and the smell that followed made Daisy's latest release seem like nothing. Between her considerable size and the several protein shakes and burritos currently wreaking havoc on her digestive system, Summer had not come here to play. Her "gas problem" was one of the main reasons she'd been asked to leave the Jock House—and a year in the Loser House hadn't done much to improve the situation.

"Whew!" Hazel licked her lips, idly bringing a hand back down to her clit. "God damn, Summer! That was just a fart, right?"

"Sounded pretty wet to me," said Autumn, drooling more than ever.

"It's fine," said Summer, bending down to resume kissing Daisy. "I... ooh!"

"Ha!" Seeing Autumn bury her face between Summer's cheeks, eagerly putting her tongue to work cleaning up her blonde girlfriend's pooper, Hazel shook her head. "Beat me to it." 

"Gross." Winter scoffed, flicking her hair out of her eyes and turning to Hazel. "You wouldn't happen to have any toys in here, would you?"

"Toys?" Hazel scoffed back, stepping over to Daisy's desk and flicking open a drawer filled with wands, vibrators, dildos and plugs. "You know where you are, right?"

"Oh, good." Stepping up to the drawer, Winter cracked a rare smile and pointed toward a fancy-looking double-sided neon green strap-on. "Is this a..."

"Sure is," said Hazel, plucking the harness out of the goth shortstack's hands. "Care for a demonstration?" 

"Alright," said Winter, climbing onto the bed beside Daisy, Summer and Autumn and presenting her rump toward Hazel. "I assume I don't have to remind you to use lube?"

"Way ahead of you." Already, Hazel was hard at work lathering both ends of the strap-on in a generous quantity of lube. "You ready to rock?" 

Again, Winter scoffed. "I'm ready for you to stop talking and make me cum again, if that's what you mean." 

"Okay, geez." Gently guiding one end of the strap-on into herself and fastening the harness around her waist, Hazel sidled up to the bed and stooped down behind Winter. "I've only cum like twice so far and you don't see me complaining."

"No, but- aah!" As her buck-toothed neighbor's nine-inch silicone cock entered her ass, Winter went mute. She hadn't expected Hazel to start with so much force. Not that she was complaining.

"You good?" Giving her hips a little shake, Hazel chuckled. "Forgot this one's one of mine. Vibrates and pumps all on its own. I can turn it down, if you want!"

"N-no!" The diminutive goth moaned. "K-keep going, p-please!"

"I had a feeling you'd say that," said Hazel, smirking smugly. "Can do."

*

After two hours and at least five or six more orgasms apiece, both groups of girls showed no signs of slowing down—Daisy and Summer still scissoring like there was no tomorrow, Autumn still tongue-bathing Summer's ass to perfection, Hazel and Winter were still getting fucked silly by the genius gooner's double-headed strap-on, and Max still trapped in Daisy's rectum. The room reeked of farts and sex, and the two mattresses that served as their play space were both soaked in sweat and cum. Of course, that was the whole point.

At this point, all of them would have been perfectly happy to stay in this routine for at least two or three more hours. There was just one catch. All the sounds and smells of their nonstop fucking were starting to attract the attention of others in the Loser House—including Daisy's other neighbors.

"Hello?"

Registering a familiar voice at the door, and the several frantic knocks that followed, Daisy pulled away from Summer again. "Hmm," she said, frowning. "Is that..."