As luck would have it, Max's last-ditch cry for help came at the exact moment that Daisy was turning around to inspect her work—and when she saw the three-inch-tall freshman standing at the top of her latest dump like the world's most traumatized mountain climber, she went white.

"Max?! Oh my gosh..." Without a second thought, the giant shut-in knelt down and extended a hand to her shrunken friend—who frantically scrambled up into her palm as if his life depended on it. Seeing just how desperately he responded to her assistance, she nearly broke down crying on the spot. "I am SO sorry, that's... I don't know how I forgot you were back there. I... I don't..."

"Hey, Daisy," said Max, gathering enough fresh air into his lungs to attempt more speech. Judging by the tortured expression on Daisy's face and the ragged edge in her voice, he could tell that there was nothing like malicious intent at work here. This was still the same girl who'd rescued him yesterday—and now, regardless of how he'd ended up in this situation, she'd just rescued him again. With that in mind, as much as he wanted to criticize her for her carelessness, he knew there was only one thing he could say next. "T-thanks for getting me out of there."

"Of course," said Daisy, smiling through tears. "H-here, let's get you washed up."

Pulling up her sweatpants and hurrying out of the stall without wiping, the giant shut-in brought her shrunken friend over to the nearest sink and cranked the faucet up to full blast. As a warm, cleansing wave of water washed over him, and Daisy's big, gentle hands worked a generous quantity of soap over every inch of his sludge-caked body — the first time he'd ever seen her use any in the 36-odd hours they'd now spent together — Max finally allowed himself to relax a little. With any luck, the worst part of his day was over.

"I can't believe I did that." Daisy shook her head, seemingly channeling all her frustrations into getting Max washed up. "I knew I'd mess this up. I'm so stupid... If you want me to take you over to the health center or something, I totally understand."

Looking up at his giant guardian, Max couldn't help sighing. While he might have taken her up on this kind of offer yesterday, the idea of rolling the dice with someone else — even a member of the school's administration — increasingly seemed like a total non-starter. If the last day and a half had taught him anything, being three inches tall was dangerous business—and as absent-minded and foul as Daisy sometimes was, he knew he'd be hard-pressed to find another person at Ventus who genuinely cared about him this much. If staying under her protection meant letting this whole thing slide, that was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

"Honestly, you don't have to beat yourself up about it." The shrunken freshman shrugged. "This stuff happens."

"D-does it?" Daisy didn't look convinced. "I forgot about you for like, four hours. And then... the toilet..."

"Well," said Max, forcing a smile. "This isn't the first time it's happened. Remember last night?"

"I guess that's true," said Daisy, blushing. "But... I didn't have to go last night."

"Yeah, also true." Still smiling, Max offered an even more exaggerated shrug. "Look. The important thing is, you saw me."

"I... yeah, I guess I did, didn't I?" Finally returning Max's smile, Daisy nodded. "Thanks, Max. You're really one of a kind."

"You too, Daisy." Max chuckled. "Anyway, uh... you wanna get out of here?"

"Yeah," said Daisy, shutting off the sink and wiping her shrunken friend off on her shirt. "Guessing you'd rather ride back in my boobs?"

"That'd be great," said Max. "Thanks."

*

When the two undergrads made it back to Daisy's room, they found Hazel and her four neighbors still immersed in the same routine of sucking and fucking. Winter and Sofia had switched positions, with the blonde freshman now pegging the purple-haired goth shortstack, while Autumn was giving Hazel's ass a world-class tongue bath as Summer took a breather on her phone. When the buck-toothed genius saw her girlfriend, she grinned.

"There you are!" Hazel beckoned Daisy over. "Was about to come check on you. Did you wipe?"

"Me? Uh..." Daisy hesitated, blushing again. "N-now that you mention it..."

"Good," said Hazel, rolling over to make some room on the bed. "I was hoping you'd let me do the honors."

"Oh," said Daisy, face redder than ever. "I, uh... are you sure? It's pretty messy back there."

"Now you're just taunting me." Hazel licked her lips. "Autumn, you can keep going if you want."

"I do," giggled Autumn, shifting around to keep her face between Hazel's cheeks.

"Cool." Noticing Max, Hazel grinned again. "Oh, nice! You found miniguy." 

"Yeah," said Daisy, giving her boobs an affectionate squeeze around her still-dazed shrunken friend. "Was kinda touch and go for a second there, not gonna lie."

"Bummer," scoffed Winter, rolling her eyes. "I was hoping you'd forget about him."

"Not funny, Winter." Daisy frowned, crossing her arms around Max. "He almost died."

"Don't mind her, D," said Hazel, beckoning her giant girlfriend forward again. "C'mere."

Shaking her head, the giant shut-in did as she was told—stepping up to the bed, turning back around and sticking her huge, unwashed crack right in her buck-toothed girlfriend's face. Perhaps tempted by the involuntary moaning that followed, Summer responded by rolling back into action—climbing across the bed and burying her tongue in Autumn's rump to extend the chain of ass-eating up to for. Now, the only ones out of the loop were Sofia and Winter—and once they realized what they were missing, that didn't last long. 

In a matter of minutes, the room had reformed into a six-girl rimming chain—Hazel eating out Daisy, Autumn eating out Hazel, Summer eating out Autumn, Winter eating out Summer, Sofia eating out Winter, and Daisy completing the circle by eating out Sofia. Watching this happen from the sweaty confines of Daisy's cleavage, Max was in awe—although Sofia's constant farts weren't exactly helping.

PPPPPRRRRRTTTTTTTTT

"Whoops, hehe," Sofia giggled. "'Scuse me, little guy!" 

"He doesn't mind," said Daisy, one hand on her clit and another holding her chest to make sure Max didn't fall out. "Trust me."

"Oh, yeah?" Taking her face out of Winter's ass for a second, Sofia grinned. "Maybe I could borrow him sometime?"

"I think that'd be up to him," said Daisy, looking down at Max. "But I'm guessing he'll be all tapped out after this. At least for today."

"Fiiine," said Sofia, giggling again. "Well, let me know when he changes his mind."

"Ladies," groaned Winter, "less talking, more licking, kay?"

Just as eager to get back to mindless pleasure, both of the giant slobs obeyed.

*

By the time the six slobby Proserpinans finally decided to call it a day, they'd been at it for a full twelve hours—and the room had gotten so swampy that several of Daisy's posters were starting to peel off the walls. Even by Loser House standards, the place was completely trashed — every blunt, penis-like object in grabbing distance press-ganged into service as a dildo, both mattresses saturated with sweat, cum and spilled lube and all six young women similarly soaking wet — and the smell was strong enough that Max spent most of the last three or four hours out cold. Naturally, for Daisy and Hazel, this certified their plan as a resounding success—and one they'd clearly have to repeat in the future. 

"Thanks again, guys," said Daisy, sliding up into a sitting position on the bed as her four neighbors started getting dressed for the walk across the hall back to their own rooms. "That was awesome."

"You said it," said Autumn, pulling her usual pullover sweater and sweatpants over her sweat-soaked curves. "Summer, Win, that good with you?"

"Sure," said Summer, smiling back at Daisy. "Sounds like fun."

"Maybe," said Winter, shrugging. "Depends on if you deal with your bug problem between now and then."

"Ah, get over yourself," giggled Sofia, bouncing up to the diminutive goth and giving her a playful noogie. "Max isn't so bad. Are you, Max?"

"Me?" Finally conscious again after slipping into a haze of stink for most of the final leg of the orgy, Max responded with another shrug of his own. "Yeah, you know."

"He has his moments," said Daisy, giving him another boob squeeze and smiling. "Trust me."

"Yeah," said Hazel, nodding. "Miniguy's alright. Now get outta here so I can fuck my girlfriend in peace!" 

Laughing at the buck-toothed genius's joke, Daisy's four neighbors said their goodbyes and filed out into the hall. Of course, at this point, even a couple of certified gooners like Max's two guardians were completely spent. The only thing left to do now was settle back into bed, order food, and binge a few more episodes of My Little Pony—and after everything Max had gone through today, that sounded like heaven on earth.