"Hmm," said Daisy, frowning. "Is that... Sofia?"

"Sounds like it." Winter, still in the process of getting dicked down by Hazel, groaned. "Ugh. Whatever you do, don't let her in here."

"What's wrong with Sofia?" Summer, still straddling Daisy, raised an eyebrow. "She seems nice enough. Maybe she wants to join?"

"I hope not," said Winter. "She's a total poser. And a spoiled brat."

Daisy's frown deepened. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, when she showed up on move-in day, she had two whole vans just for clothes." Winter scowled. "And her mom is Bianca Lachance."

"Oh, shit," said Autumn, surprised enough to take her tongue off Summer's asshole for the first time in at least an hour. "Like... the Bianca Lachance? From Missed Connections? And Love At First Sight? And all those yogurt ads?"

"Yeah," said Winter, shaking her head. "That one. She's got her own cosmetics line now, too. And she was the president of Fortuna when she went here, back in the day."

"Wow." Pulling her head out from between her hulking blonde girlfriend's cheeks, Autumn sounded genuinely starstruck. "I knew we had a bunch of LA rich kids here, but... that's next level." 

"Truly." Again, Winter scowled. "My question is, what the hell is a girl like that doing in the Loser House?"

"Probably just having fun," said Hazel. "I've met her a couple times. She's not so bad."

"Guys?" The voice at the door was still there—but sounded a little more uncertain than before. "You uh... you know I can hear you, right?"

Hearing this, the whole room froze—at least, except for Hazel.

"Shit, sorry." Pulling herself away from her purple-haired goth peg-buddy, the genius gooner shuffled to the door. "Door's unlocked." 

"Oh, cool!" If Sofia had any hard feelings about all the shit-talking she'd just overheard, it didn't show in her voice. Thanks."

When the door swung open, the five young women came face to face with Daisy's other neighbor—Sofia Lachance herself. 

Just a few weeks into her time at Ventus, the 5'10 ", 180-pound drop-dead gorgeous blonde was already starting to look the part of a Loser House resident. The trendy shoulder-length angled bob she'd moved in with was now an unkempt mess of greasy bedhead, her bright green eyes were ringed with smudged eyeliner and visible sleep deprivation, her naturally pale skin seemed even more sun-deprived than ever, and her pouty red lips appeared to be covered in a generous layer of Dorito dust. Of course, these were far from the only telltale signs of her descent into slob mode.

While Sofia had moved in with a dozen suitcases of immaculate designer clothing, she'd since discarded it all in favor of several well-worn articles of skid-marked leisurewear — no doubt partially thanks to all the weight she'd started putting on — and today's outfit was very on brand for her new aesthetic. As usual, her G-cup breasts, pronounced nipples, and not-unsubtle tummy were doing their best to escape the confines of her tight white graphic tee, which featured several similarly-busty anime women passing massive clouds of green-brown gas with the caption "MILFS: Man I Love Farting + Shitting." From the waist down, her equally curvy, chubby legs, hips, butt and pronounced cameltoe were putting a similar strain on her impossibly skimpy pink and turquoise booty shorts. The combined effect was anything but flattering—but in here, it made her a certified 10/10.

"Hey, Big Sis!" When Sofia saw Hazel — and the nine-inch green strap-on dripping lube onto the floor between her legs — she grinned. "You got room for one more in here?" 

"Hey, Sofia," said Hazel, grinning back. She still wasn't entirely sure why Sofia had settled on this specific term of endearment for her, but she wasn't complaining. If her new housemate needed a guide in the ways of the Loser House, she was happy to play that part—especially if she got a little something in return from time to time. "Absolutely, c'mon in."

"Awesome!" Bouncing in and closing the door, the blonde freshman extended her grin to her other housemates. Then, she twirled around and stuck out her butt for dramatic effect.

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Even after several hours of hotboxing from the likes of Daisy and Summer, Sofia's fart was enough to turn heads—crowding out the other lingering odors in the room and quickly becoming the only thing any of the other five young women could smell. While she didn't have the raw power of her more amazonian neighbors, her last few weeks of subsisting on nothing but fast food and ice cream had clearly done a serious number on her digestive system.

"Phew!" Noticing the surprised reactions on her neighbors' faces, Sofia shrugged. "What?"

"Don't mind them," chuckled Hazel. "You're good."

"I mean, better out than in, right?" Sofia giggled. "Anyway, 'sup, bitches?"

"Yo." Rolling over on her side, Summer gave Sofia a nod of acknowledgment—and received a similar nod in return.

"Hey," said Daisy, blushing a little at being buck naked in front of her still-clothed neighbor. "I don't think we've met. I'm Daisy."

"You're the Daisy?" Sofia's eyes went wide. "As in... Buttzilla?”

"…Yeah." Daisy suppressed the urge to wince. That's me."

"Wow," breathed Sofia, sizing up her neighbor's infamous rump. "I... it's an honor, really. I'm a huge fan of your work."

Daisy hesitated. "My... work?"

"Yeah," said Sofia. "That paintjob you did in the ladies' room last week? Absolute masterpiece."

"I couldn't have put it better myself," said Hazel, eyeing her girlfriend with obvious pride. 

"Oh." Again, Daisy blushed. "I... uh, thanks. I think."

"Of course," said Sofia, eyes back on the giant shut-in's butt. 

"Hi!" Already doing a terrible job concealing her secondhand starstruckness, Autumn turned to introduce herself. "I don't think we've met either, I'm Autumn." 

"Oh, hey, yeah." Sofia offered the green-haired nerd another little 'what's up' nod. "I think I've seen you around. Nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, too," said Autumn, a giddy smile creeping onto her face. "I uh... your mom is so fucking hot in Sunset Heat."

"Jesus, Autumn!" Winter scoffed. "You think she wants to hear that?"

"It's fine." Sofia giggled, amused by Autumn's naivete. "I get that all the time. And you must be Winter?"

"Yeah," said Winter, keeping her eyes anywhere but on her neighbor. "That's me." 

"Cool," said Sofia. "Nice to meet you. Sorry if I've been rubbing you the wrong way or something."

"It's whatever." Visibly over this interaction, Winter glanced back at Summer. "Babe, you wanna get out of here?"

"Not really," said Summer. "Do you?"

"I..." Looking around the room, Winter sighed. "Nevermind. So, what are we doing now?" 

"I mean," said Sofia, shooting Hazel — and her strap-on — another sly grin. "I wouldn't mind taking a ride on that thing if you're not too burned out."

"That could work," said Hazel. "Better idea... why don't you and Win try buddying up?"

"I'm into it." Again, Sofia shrugged. "What do you think, Winter? Maybe we can just fuck this out?" 

With the whole room now staring at her expectantly, Winter let out another long groan. "Fine."

"That's the spirit." Before the diminutive goth could go back on her word, Hazel slipped out of the still-dripping strap-on and tossed it over. "Go nuts."

"Ugh," said Winter, shuddering a little as she eased the other end of the dildo into her sex and buckled the straps around her waist. "Alright, let's... get this over with."

"Ready when you are," said Sofia, hopping onto the bed and hiking down her shorts.

Watching her least favorite neighbor's huge, jiggly, creamy cheeks being freed from the constraints of her clothes, Winter's inner dom finally won out over her inner contrarian. She'd never seen a more fuckable ass in her life—and the more she saw, the less she cared who it belonged to. By the time Sofia's shorts fell to the floor, the purple-haired shortstack was powerless to resist the urge to pounce—rushing forward and burying Hazel's big, green cock in her backdoor.

"OOH!" Sofia moaned, arching her back and closing her eyes. "Fuck yeah..."

"S-shut up," scoffed Winter, unable to ignore how good Sofia's butt felt against her thighs. "If you're gonna do that the whole time, forget it."

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As the Fortuna legacy and the Juno reject got lost in the rhythm of carnal give and take, the rest of the room looked to the hulking Diana dropout still lying beside Daisy in bed—and the potent smell wafting up from where she sat.

"Hey, uh, Autumn?" Rolling onto her stomach, Summer beckoned her green-haired girlfriend forward. "Miiight need some more help back there."

"On it," said Autumn, burying her face down between her amazonian girlfriend's cheeks and putting her tongue back to work.

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"Sorry, babe." Summer chuckled, reaching a hand down to stroke her girlfriend's hair. "You might be down there a while."

Beneath her, Autumn was too preoccupied with licking to respond.

"Well," said Hazel, turning back toward Daisy. "Everyone's all paired up except for us. That's convenient." 

"Yeah," said Daisy, smiling. "Very convenient."

*

With very little frame of reference for what was going on outside, Max had no sense of how long he'd been stuck in Daisy's ass. The only thing he knew for sure was that he was good and ready to get out of here. Smothered on all sides by smothering stinky flesh, covered head to toe in slimy butt-funk, with nothing to do but dwell on the sheer abject torment of his current conditions, it was pretty far from his ideal way of spending a Sunday morning—or, as the case may have been, afternoon.

As far as he could tell, the girls were all still going at it—but based on the way Daisy was now moving around, she seemed to be changing positions. For a moment, he couldn't help hoping that this was a sign that his torments were nearly over. Then he felt her massive asshole tensing up behind him and realized they were just getting started.

A split second later, the shrunken freshman got some company—a huge column of oddly spongy material that came barreling into him like a freight train, pushing him even further into the depths of his giant guardian's rectum. It took him several additional seconds — and one or two additional pumps of the object — to process what was happening. Daisy was getting pegged—and he was along for the ride whether he liked it or not.