The girl in question was Daisy Flores, a junior known to most Ventus undergrads by another name: Buttzilla. Towering over everyone else in the lunch line at 6'4" and easily 375 pounds, with a pronounced gut, watermelon-sized breasts, big, tree-trunk-like legs, and a three-foot-wide ass, she definitely satisfied the height and weight requirements to sub in for the similarly amazonian Beth. Even in a pair of dirty gray sweatpants and a matching ratty t-shirt, her powerful curves were impossible to ignore—and she clearly had at least some muscle underneath to keep it all moving. The only question was whether she would go for the team's offer. Based on the rumors that had always haunted the Loser House's biggest, smelliest resident, it was a miracle she was out of her room at all.

"Da," said the Russian sophomore. "Her."

"Alright, here goes nothing," said Paula, raising her voice to full former military officer volume. "FLORES!"

"H-huh?" As the giant shut-in noticed the warlike faculty member behind this greeting, her big, brown, visibly sleep-deprived eyes went wide. With the whole cafeteria suddenly staring at her, she looked like a deer in the headlights. "M-me?"

"Yes, you," barked Paula. "Get over here."

"O-okay," said Daisy, shuffling over with her tray only half full of food. "I-is something wrong?"

"Nyet." Ursa shook her head, offering the anxious junior a warm smile. "Daisy, hello. I do not think we meet before. I am Ursa, this is Min and Coach Paula. We are from wrestling team." Her smile grew. "We would like you to join."

"Me? On the wrestling team?" Daisy's voice rose at least one octave for this last part, clearly skeptical. Pulling a strand of greasy brown hair away from her acne-riddled but undeniably cute face, she winced. "...This isn't some kind of joke, right?"

"No joke," said Ursa. "We think you have, the..." She snapped her fingers, as if trying to conjure the phrase she wanted to use. "What is word?"

"Potential," said Min, grinning. "We think you've got potential."

"Okay." While Daisy still seemed to have her guard up, she didn't sound entirely opposed to the idea.

"How about this," said Paula, uninterested in wasting any more precious pre-meet time on this interaction. "Seems like we put you on the spot. So why don't you give it some thought, and then come by the fitness center after breakfast?"

"S-sure," said Daisy, managing a nod. "T-that works."

"Great." Paula nodded, waving the giant shut-in away. "Dismissed."

"Okay," stammered Daisy. "See ya later, I guess!"

"Later," said Min, flashing a peace sign.

"Dosvidanya," said Ursa.

With a half-hearted wave, the giant shut-in stepped back toward the lunch line—just in time to accidentally hip-check a nearby male freshman to the floor. Bowled over by the sheer force of Daisy's curves, he ended up totally soaked in the bowl of cereal he'd been transporting back to his table. Once again, all the eyes in the cafeteria were back on Buttzilla.

"Oh my gosh," Daisy stammered, extending her hand to the young man, "I'm so sorry, I really need to watch where I'm going..."

"Get away from me, you freak!" Scrambling away from Daisy's hand, the freshman looked like he was in the presence of an honest-to-god-monster.

"Okay," said Daisy, audibly wounded.

Watching this interaction, Ursa grimaced—just enough to inspire a comment from her coach.

"The hell are you frowning at? She laid that kid out like he was nothing!" Paula smiled. "You might actually be onto something here, Ruski."

"I suppose we see," said Ursa, shrugging.

*

About an hour later, with breakfast completed, Min, Ursa and Paula headed over to the fitness center to start warming up. They began with some cardio — with all three women occupying all three of the fitness center's "big and tall" treadmills as they jogged several miles at variable elevations — followed by squats, arms, and calisthenics. While this was happening, Max remained trapped in his giant Siberian guardian's butt crack, doing his best to avoid drowning in the growing quantity of sweat that he had to share the space with. With one meal digesting and another protein shake halfway finished, her digestive system was already roaring back to full strength ahead of the afternoon's match—and no one would have to deal with that more than her shrunken friend until then.

While Max had been hoping to get a break from Ursa's ass at some point after breakfast, a quick conversation during her second toilet trip of the day had done much to change his mind. The problem, according to her, was Paula—who, in addition to being the head coach of Ventus's wrestling team and the head of campus security, was also the administration's go-to "fixer" for any problems that might affect the school's reputation. Whether or not Max's sudden loss of size constituted such a problem was unclear, but Ursa thought it might be best to avoid finding out—and with little interest in ending up in the hands of such a militant hard-ass, her shrunken friend had agreed. Thus, he'd accepted that he was probably stuck down here for the rest of the day. He still wasn't sure how that would work once the wrestling meet got underway.

As Max readjusted himself to the realities of being chewed on by Ursa's ass, his giant guardian was chewing on a different reality: the fact that Daisy still had yet to show. Some part of her, the same part that still felt like a freak around all her shorter, slimmer American peers, really sympathized with the giant shut-in's plight. Ursa, too, knew what it felt like to be held at arm's length for being bigger and smellier than other girls, and she'd never liked it. That was part of the reason she loved wrestling. On the mat, for once, those things were advantages. She'd been looking forward to sharing that sense of empowerment with Daisy.

"Min," said Ursa, a few push-ups away from the end of her warmup. "You think we come on too strong? With Daisy?"

"I dunno," grunted Min. "I think she's just shy."

"Perhaps." Ursa frowned. "You think she shows?"

"Honestly?" Settling into a seated position and wiping a generous quantity of sweat off her brow, Min shrugged. "No idea."

"H-hey guys... is the offer still open? About joining the team."

When the two amazons turned around, they both grinned. Sure enough, as if on cue, there was Daisy—squeezed into the rattiest tank top, workout shorts and running shoes either of them had ever seen.

"Daisy!" Ursa beckoned her in. "You come. Excellent."

Recognizing that this was, in fact, not another elaborate prank at her expense, the giant shut-in smiled back. "Yeah! So, uh... what do I have to do?"

"That depends," said Paula, sitting up from her own set of push-ups. "How much do you know about wrestling?"

"Well..." Daisy scratched her head. "I watched a lot of WWE with my sisters when I was little."

"Alright," said Paula, exchanging a skeptical glance with Min. "Why don't we take this to the mat?"

*

The walk to the wrestling room only took a few minutes—and all four women were relieved to find that the LMU girls were seemingly warming up somewhere else. The walls were lined with bleachers and championship banners — several of the latter won personally by Ursa, Min and Paula over the last few seasons — and in the center of the space, the mat was ready for action.

"Okay. Flores, you stand there." Paula directed Daisy toward the mat, then did the same to Ursa. "Ruski, you wanna do the honors?"

"Da," said Ursa.

"Good," said Paula, putting her hands behind her back and pacing around the two young women. "The objective of wrestling is to dominate your opponent. This generally takes the form of pinning their shoulders to the floor for at least two seconds. Sounds easy, right?"

"I..." Eyeing her apparent opponent, Daisy swallowed hard. "N-not really?"

"Good answer," said Paula. "We might make a wrestler out of you yet, Flores. Now, why don't you try to knock Ruski down?"

"O-okay," said Daisy, crouching down a little. "Here goes."

Seeing this, Paula raised her eyebrows. "Who taught you to crouch like that?"

"That's just what they do on WWE," said Daisy, blushing a little. "Am I doing it wrong?"

"No," said Paula. "Honestly, that's not half bad."

"Cool." Looking up at Ursa, Daisy forced a shaky smile. "You ready?"

Ursa smirked. "Bring it on."

With that, the giant shut-in was upon her—slamming every inch of her vast form against the Siberian amazon with surprising energy. Though her technique needed work, Ursa had clearly been onto something by tapping her to join the team. That much was evident from the fact that Daisy succeeded in doing something that few of the Russian sophomore's opponents ever did—actually staggering her if only a little. Even in the shock-absorbent confines of her big, round rump, Max could feel it, too. While the rest of the match was fairly one-sided, with Ursa counterattacking and almost effortlessly forcing Daisy to the floor, that initial show of force seemed just as impressive to Paula and Min.

"...How did I do?" Lying belly-up in the center of mat, already soaking wet from the sudden exertion of being up against Ventus's single best wrestler, Daisy looked genuinely unsure. "Did I make the team?"

Uncertain whether they had grounds to overstep their coach, Ursa and Min looked back to Paula—who responded with another shrug. "I don't think we're gonna do better than that by game time."

"C-cool," panted Daisy, sitting up and marveling at the heavy puddle of sweat beneath her. "So, uh... what now?"

"Now," said Ursa, giving her new teammate a hand to her feet, "we get ready."

*

With just under thirty minutes to go until the meet, Ursa, Min and Daisy proceeded into the lockers beside the wrestling room to shower and dress. While the giant Loser House shut-in exhibited an odd reluctance to get washed up, she eventually complied once her teammates explained that she'd be disqualified if she didn't. Here, in the showers, away from the prying eyes of Coach Knox, Max got his first break from Ursa's ass in at least three hours.

"Phew," said the Siberian amazon, holding her shrunken friend up to her face and wrinkling her nose at the characteristic aura of butt funk that seemed to come with him. "Big day of the smells for you, no?"

"Yeah," said Max, mostly focused on getting as many lungfuls of fresh, non-fart-scented air into his lungs as possible before he went back into his giant guardian's ass. "Big day."

"Who are you talking to, Ursa?" Sticking her head up from the next stall over, Daisy seemed intrigued. "Wait... is that..."

"A miniaturnyy, da," said Ursa, nestling Max to her chest. "No funny ideas. He is mine."

Hearing his giant guardian describe him as "hers," the three-inch freshman felt a curious surge of emotions—a mix of relief, pride, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Oh, cool!" Daisy smiled. "There's a couple guys like that in my dorm. What's his name?"

"Max," said Ursa, still holding her shrunken friend close. "You know others, around here? Like him?"

"Oh, yeah," said Daisy, strangely nonchalant. "I mean, one of my neighbors is basically the shrinking serum dealer for the whole school."

"Interesting." Ursa looked down at Max, then back at Daisy. "Your neighbor, she makes this serum herself?"

"Yeah," said Daisy. "She's, like, the smartest person I've ever met. But she's also, like, a massive gooner."

"Gooner?" Ursa scowled. "What is?"

"Somebody who jacks off a lot," chuckled Min, listening in on this whole conversation from her own stall. "Seems like a winning combo for a shrinking serum dealer."

"Definitely," giggled Daisy, looking back at the shrunken man in her new teammate's hand. "Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Max!"

As Max opened his mouth to respond, the door to the locker room swung open—and before Ursa could hide him, they came face to face with...