"Yeah, sure! But first, there's someone I want you to see!" said Nikki, her cheeks reddening slightly from the embarrassment of having to explain Max's presence; she pulled down her shorts and reached back to grab him, her fingers coated in a sticky sheen of sweat and a bit of butt juice.

 

Max's heart raced as he was plucked from the warm, stinky abyss, his eyes watering from the smell. He was thrown into the light, blinking as Nikki presented him to Gemi like a prize from a cereal box. Gemi's eyes went wide, her mouth hanging open in shock as she looked at the tiny, trembling man in Nikki's hand.

 

"Who's your little friend, Nikki?" Gemi asked, her voice a mix of confusion and curiosity as she wiped her hands on her apron, ready to inspect him.

 

"This is Max; we went to high school together! He, uh, got shrunken somehow, and I need to help him get back to normal!" Nikki explained, hoping Gemi would buy her story without too many questions.

 

Gemi's eyes bulged as she took a closer look at Max. She squatted down to their level, her vast thighs spreading apart and threatening to swallow the floor whole. The fabric of her jeans stretched to the max, her knees crackling as they bent.

 

"Well, I never!" Gemi exclaimed, her hand reaching out to give Max a gentle poke with her thumb. The pressure was surprisingly gentle, but Max couldn't help but wince.

 

Nikki watched with amusement and anxiety as Gemi looked over her newfound companion. "What happened to you, little man?" Gemi asked with a warm smile. Max tried to respond, but the shock and the foul taste in his mouth made his voice shaky.

 

"He says he doesn't know! He woke up like this on the coffee table at the house!" Nikki explained, her cheeks still a rosy shade of pink.

 

Gemi's eyes narrowed as she looked from Max to Nikki and back again. She'd seen some weird things in her time at House Diana, but a shrunken man was a first. She took a moment to consider the situation, her hand stroking her chin thoughtfully.

 

"Hmm, this is indeed peculiar. But we mustn't panic! We'll figure this out together, won't we, Nikki?" said Gemi, her voice a comforting rumble that echoed through the hallway.

 

Nikki nodded, her heart racing as she held Max out for Gemi to inspect. Max, still struggling to keep the bile down from the taste of Nikki's ass, tried to compose himself. He'd never been this close to Gemi before, and she was a sight to behold, with her thick, powerful body and the kindness that radiated from her eyes.

 

Gemi took Max's tiny hand into her massive thumb and forefinger, turning him this way and that. Her hands were so big that it was like he was holding onto a giant's fingers. The sensation was oddly comforting despite his fear. "You're so tiny! But you seem so strong!" she exclaimed, her voice warm and soothing. Max tried to smile, but his face felt sticky with Nikki's sweat.

 

The dorm mother looked him over, her eyes wide with curiosity. "I've never seen anything like this! But don't worry, Nikki, we'll figure it out. House Diana is a place for champions, and we don't leave our own behind!" She stood up, her thighs popping as she did, and Max couldn't help but feel a little thrill at being so close to such power.

 

"But Momma Gemi, I've got to get him to my room first. I need somewhere safe to keep him until we know what to do!" Nikki said, her voice a mix of excitement and concern.

 

Gemi nodded, her face scrunching up in thought. "Of course, dear. But remember, you can't keep secrets in House Diana. You'll need to be careful. If anyone else finds out about Max, who knows what could happen!" she warned, her eyes flashing with a hint of the fierce protectiveness she was known for.

 

Nikki nodded solemnly, her heart racing as she felt her new responsibility's weight. Max was so tiny and vulnerable, and she couldn't help but feel a strange maternal instinct towards him. It was weird, sure, but she'd always had a soft spot for underdogs. 

"Okay, Momma Gemi, I need a safe place to hide him until we can figure this out. Can you help me?" Nikki asked, her eyes wide and hopeful.

 

Gemi looked around the hallway, then nodded. "Of course, Nikki. We'll hide him in my room for now. I've got some ideas on where to put him that will keep him safe and out of sight. And we'll need to keep this between us for now, okay?" she whispered, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

 

Nikki nodded, her heart racing as she held Max closer. The thought of someone else discovering him, especially one of her teammates, sent a shiver down her spine. The last thing she needed was for anyone to think she'd gone crazy or, worse, for them to start poking and prodding at Max.

 

Gemi took Max into her gentle grasp, her thumb and forefinger enveloping his entire body as she lifted him to her face for a closer look. Max's heart was beating like a hummingbird's wings in his chest, but he couldn't deny the warmth and safety he felt in her giant hand.

 

"You know, Nikki, I think I have just the place for him!" Gemi said with a knowing smile, her eyes glancing down at her own massive chest.

 

With a gentle touch, she placed Max into the deep valley between her breasts, his tiny body nestled into the warm, soft fabric of her bra. The size 48HH bra was like a fortress for Max, the padding thick and welcoming. The faint scent of vanilla perfume surrounded him, a stark contrast to the stench of Nikki's ass. The fabric was a bit damp from Gemi's own sweat, but it was clean and not nearly as overpowering as the odor he had just escaped.

 

"You'll be safe here, little man. No one will think to look in a dorm mother's bra!" Gemi said with a laugh that made her massive tits jiggle, sending Max bouncing slightly in his new, temporary home. He looked around, seeing nothing but a sea of flesh and fabric, feeling both secure and trapped.

 

Nikki nodded, a blush still on her cheeks. "Thank you, Momma Gemi. I'll come get him tomorrow. I need to think and maybe do some research on how to get him back to normal!" she said, already planning her next moves.

 

"Good idea, Nikki. And remember, this stays between us for now. I'll keep him safe until you know what to do!" Gemi said, patting her bra to emphasize her point, sending another jiggle through Max's newfound fortress.

 

Gemi made her way back to her room, the hallways of House Diana seemingly endless as she strolled through them. Max couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement nestled in the warm, soft embrace of Gemi's bra. The smells of clean linen and a faint hint of cooking spices from dinner filled the air, making his stomach growl.

 

When they finally arrived at Gemi's cozy, cluttered room, it was clear she'd been living here for years. The walls were lined with photos of past residents, trophies, and various knick-knacks picked up from her travels. There was a comforting messiness to it all, as if the room had a life of its own. The bed was a king-sized monstrosity, piled high with pillows and blankets that threatened to swallow anyone who lay down.

 

"Alright, Max, time for bed," Gemi said, her voice gentle despite the size difference. Max could feel the warmth of her breath as she lowered her chest, bringing him closer to the softness of her bed.

 

Max's eyes widened. "B-bed? But it's still early!" he protested (more worried about sleeping with this lady then the time.) I can't sleep now, I need to find a way to get back to my size!"

 

Gemi chuckled warmly, patting her colossal chest. "Don't worry, little one. I know it's a big adjustment, but we've got to keep you safe and warm tonight. And tomorrow, we'll get to work on finding a way to get you back to normal!" She said, her voice soothing, almost motherly.

 

Max looked around the room, his heart racing. He was still in disbelief at his situation, but the warmth and kindness from Gemi were oddly comforting. He noded reluctantly, and Gemi gently placed him on the bed. The plush comforter felt like a cloud under his tiny body, the fabric rising around him as if to swallow him whole.

 

"I'll be right back, Max. I'm going to grab a glass of water, and then we'll get you situated, okay?" Gemi said, her eyes sparkling with kindness. Max nodded, his teeth chattering slightly as the cool air of the room hit him.

 

As Gemi walked over to the nightstand, the floorboards groaned beneath her weight, her heavy footsteps echoing through the room. Max watched her go, feeling the warmth of her body leave the bed. He tried to burrow deeper into the comforter, but it was no use. He was so tiny and cold, and the fabric felt like it was made of ice.

 

Gemi returned with a glass of water, noticing Max's shivering immediately. She frowned, her heart going out to the tiny, vulnerable man. She set the glass down and picked him up again, cradling him in her palm as if he were a baby bird that had fallen from its nest.

"You're cold, aren't you?" she asked, her voice a gentle rumble. Max nodded, his teeth chattering. Gemi's eyes lit up with an idea. "I know just the place!" she said, her thumb pointing towards her plump, sweaty behind.

 

With a quick scoop, she picked Max up and held him against her cheek, her stubble tickling his skin. "I'm gonna put you in a warm spot, okay?" she asked, her breath hot against his ear. Max nodded again, his eyes wide with anticipation and a hint of fear.

Gemi then proceeded to pull down her mom jeans, her thick thighs jiggling as she did so. Max got a brief glimpse of her massive, round ass before she sat on the bed, her weight causing it to dip significantly. She reached around, her hand disappearing into the dark cavern of her pants.

 

"Here we go, Max. You'll be nice and warm here!" she said cheerfully, her hand emerging with her thong pulled to the side. Max's heart raced as he saw the shadowy, hairy crevice before him.

 

With a gentle nudge, Gemi pushed him into the warm, sticky folds of her ass, and he slid into the space between her butt cheek and her thong. He could feel her heat all around him, and the smell of her body was intense but somehow not as overpowering as Nikki's had been. He tried to find a comfortable position, his legs kicking slightly as he adjusted to his new, intimate surroundings.

 

"Good boy, Max. You just rest up here, and we'll figure this all out in the morning, okay?" Gemi said, her voice a comforting rumble as she pulled her jeans back up, sealing him in place.

 

The night stretched out before Max, a black void filled with the muffled sounds of House Diana settling down for the night. The heat from Gemi's body was a stark contrast to the cool air of the room, and Max found himself gradually warming up. However, as the hours ticked by, his comfortable nest became a prison of a different kind.

 

Gemi's stomach started to grumble, and she shifted in her sleep, her gargantuan body sending tremors through the bed that Max felt in his precarious position. He held on tightly, his tiny hands gripping the fabric of her thong as the grumbling turned into something else entirely. A sound built from deep within her, a low, ominous rumble that seemed to echo through the room.

 

Max's eyes widened in horror as the pressure built, his heart racing faster than ever before. He tried to scream, but his voice was too tiny to be heard over the thunderous noise growing from Gemi's bowels. It was a sound he'd heard before, but never experienced from such a terrifyingly intimate perspective.

 

The first fart was like a sonic boom, shaking the bed and sending a hot blast of wind through the fabric of her thong. Max was pushed aside like a ragdoll, the force of the gas threatening to dislodge him entirely. He held on for dear life, his cheeks reddening from the effort as the room filled with the unmistakable smell of digested dinner.

Gemi's farts came in waves, each one more powerful than the last. Max tried to hold his breath, but the stench was so potent it seemed to seep into his very pores. He could feel the fabric of the thong sticking to his body, the heat from her ass a stark contrast to the cold room. It was like being in a sauna filled with rotten eggs and dirty gym socks.

The gas built up again, and Max braced himself, his tiny body pushed against the elastic band of the thong. He could see the fabric stretching, straining to contain the pressure. The anticipation was agonizing, and his heart raced in his chest like a hummingbird on steroids.

 

Finally, it came, a trumpeting blast that seemed to go on forever, the heat and smell washing over him like a foul tsunami. Max gagged, his nose and eyes watering as he was forced to inhale the noxious fumes. It was a smell that could make a skunk apologize for its existence, a scent that could clear a stadium. Yet, somehow, Gemi remained blissfully asleep, unaware of the horror she's unleashing.

 

The room fell quiet again, Max panting, his grip on the thong weakening. He looked around, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the early morning. The smell lingered a toxic fog that seemed to cling to everything. He was about to try to climb out when he felt the bed shift, the mattress groaning under the weight of Gemi's body as she stirred.

Her hand moved back, the fabric of her thong loosening slightly. Max took this as his cue to escape, his tiny legs pushing off the sticky fabric. He tumbled out, landing with a soft thud on the bed, his eyes watering from the stench still clinging to him. He tried to crawl away, only to find himself stuck in a sticky mess, his body coated in the aftermath of Gemi's nightly emissions.

 

The mattress groaned as Gemi rolled over, the bed practically bouncing as she moved. Max looked up, his stomach turning at the sight of her massive, sweaty body looming above him. He was about to call out for help when he heard a knock at the door, a sound that made his heart leap into his throat.

 

"Momma Gemi, are you up?" Nikki's voice called out, filled with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

 

Gemi groaned, her eyes snapping open to the harsh reality of the early morning sun. She looked around, momentarily forgetting the events of the previous night before the memory of the tiny man nestled between her cheeks came flooding back. She quickly sat up, sending Max tumbling from her ass to the bed sheets with a tiny 'oof!' that was barely audible to her. She looked down at her bed, her eyes scanning the fabric for any sign of him.

 

"Momma Gemi, are you okay?" Nikki's voice echoed through the door, a hint of concern tingeing her words. Gemi took a deep breath, the smell of her own ass still lingering in the air, and called back, "I'm fine, Nikki! Just give me a minute!" She located Max, his tiny form sprawled out on the sheets like a ragdoll. He was covered in a sheen of her sweat and the residue of last night's dinner. She couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.