Amazon Smackdown Shrunken First Semester chapter 13 by maximally

Suppressing the urge to charge headlong at her rival in a last-ditch effort to rescue her friend, Ursa gritted her teeth and nodded. "Fine." 

"Perfect," said Jordana, sauntering back over to the door. "See you ladies on the mat. Oh, and one more thing."

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With a final cloud of humiliating stink, the ringleader of LMU's wrestling team was gone—accompanied by Brenda and Ariadne, who managed a sympathetic final glance to Ursa before following her captain to go get changed. A second later, the ladies of Ventus wrestling were alone. About a minute passed in eggy silence before any of them thought to speak.

"So... what are we gonna do?" Looking over at Ursa, Daisy took on a tone of clear urgency. "We've gotta talk to someone from the faculty or something, right?"

"Nyet," said Ursa, shaking her head. "We do that, is even bigger trouble for Max. And all of us. Perhaps even expulsion."

"R-really?" Daisy flinched. "I didn't realize it was that serious."

"At home, possession of miniatyurnyy without proper documents is ten years prison. Here, who knows." Ursa pursed her lips. "Only way we get him back now is to win." 

"Well," said Min, cracking her knuckles. "Then I guess we've got our work cut out for us."

As the three teammates began to prepare for the game, Jordana strolled into the away team locker room, glowing with triumph. With her biggest rival's smallest friend struggling between her cheeks, she was already feeling better about her odds in today's match—and was already considering following through on her threat of taking this guy home with her if she won. While this was far from her first time experiencing the joys of having a shrunken plaything, this one seemed to have much more energy than her best friend's little brother.

Meanwhile, Max was in hell. Trapped in the overpowering embrace of his new captor's impossibly vast rump, he felt like some kind of insignificant piece of space junk entering the orbit of a vast and unforgiving black hole. While Jordana's ass was just as soft and warm as Ursa's, the smell factor was even worse—and she seemed to pay even less mind to his struggles. By now, just a few minutes into his time in her crack, he was more or less face-to-face with her colossal rancid pucker — an orifice that looked big enough to swallow him whole without a second thought — and her every movement seemed to press him further and further against it.

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"Ahhh," breathed Jordana, halfway through squeezing her powerful curves into her purple and orange LMU wrestling leotard. Whenever she got dressed for a match, the form-fitting confines of her gear had a way of squeezing any lingering pent-up gas out of her like a big tube of toothpaste—and based on the way her shrunken captive's struggles had just resumed against her asshole, she'd managed to save him the best for last. "That's better. Hey, can either of you smell that?"

"I wish I couldn't," said Ariadne, holding her nose. "I told you leftover Indian food was a bad idea for breakfast."

"Ah, damn," said Jordana, jumping a few times to hike her leotard up over her rump. "Maybe I gave him too much to absorb."

"To much to..." Realizing that her best friend was referring to the shrunken young man she'd just stolen from her rival, Ariadne made a face. "You're gonna give that guy back either way after the match, right? I mean, it's kinda messed up if you actually take him home with us."

"Is it?" Jordana shrugged. "I mean, you know how this stuff goes. Most people who shrink aren't Blaise. I doubt this guy's ever gonna go back to normal."

"So that entitles you to turn him into your personal 'absorber'?" Ariadne frowned. "I mean, Ursa probably had him for a reason. Maybe his family entrusted him to her. How would you feel if Blaise shrank again, permanently, and someone stole him from me?"

"I guess that depends," said Jordana, smirking. "Am I the one who steals him in this scenario? What if it was Brenda?"

"Don't give me any ideas," said Brenda, smirking smugly. "Maybe we could share him."

"Very funny," said Ariadne, shaking her head. "You know what I mean though, right?"

"I do." Jordana chuckled, wiggling her hips against the bench beneath her. "Who says I'm gonna keep him down there all the time, though? I could get him a little terrarium, maybe put some grass down. Seems humane enough..." She grinned. "I mean, assuming I can keep my mom and my sister away from him."

"I...." Seeing the futility of having this kind of conversation with her least serious friend, Ariadne rolled her eyes. "Nevermind. We'll talk more after the match."

"Whatever," said Jordana. "So, we good to go?"

"Yeah," said Ariadne. "Let's get this over with."

Hearing all of this from his newfound prison, Max sighed. At this point, all he could do was wait and hope for the best.

*

By the time both teams filed into the wrestling room, the bleachers were packed with supporters—mostly Ventus undergrads, with a few conspicuously big and tall co-eds from LMU clustered together near the front. Seeing these legions of fans gave Ursa, Min and Daisy some support in the challenge to come, but not as much as any of them would have liked. While the stakes of this match had always been high, given that victory would secure their place in the statewide tournament at the end of the semester, the newfound burden of winning Max back weighed down on all of them—and none more than his original guardian. 

"What is lineup?" Forcing a smile to the crowd, Ursa settled herself on the bench beside her coach. "When I go on?"

"Take a wild guess," said Paula, extending a printout of the schedule. "They've got Zhao going up against Oliviera to start. And then Flores has to wrestle with Fja... whatever her name is. Viking girl."

"I see," said Ursa, noticing that her LMU counterparts had already taken their seats on the bench across from theirs. Briefly making eyes with her Brazilian rival, she squinted. "Then me and Jordana?"

"Yeah." Paula nodded. "Best for last, right?"

Before Ursa could say more, a whistle from the referee indicated that the first round of the meet was about to begin—and then Min and Ariadne were taking their places. The two amazons had faced off numerous times in previous tourmanets, and their record was quite close. In other words, at least for now, it was either team's meet to win—or lose.

"Psst," whispered Ariadne, leaning toward her sparring partner. "Listen. I'm gonna throw this one. 'Kay?"

"Huh?" For a moment, Min looked confused. Then, realizing what her rival was doing, she nodded. "Cool. Thanks. But I'm not gonna go easy on you."

Ariadne nodded back. Then, with another whistle, the two wrestlers made contact.

For the first few minutes, the match was relatively predictable—and for the audience watching, there was no indication that any funny business was afoot. Even though she planned to let Min win, Ariadne still put up enough of a fight to send the average collegiate wrestler to the hospital with several broken bones. Luckily, her opponent was no average wrestler. After going back and forth a few times, nearly pinning each other and then reversing course at the last minute, the hulking Chinese junior finally caught the musclebound tomboy in a powerful leg-lock, firmly pinning her to the floor under her powerful rump. What followed was totally beyond either girl's control. 

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Accustomed to this unconventional style of KO — something frequently and vocally encouraged by Coach Knox — the crowd went wild. Meanwhile, over on the LMU bench, Jordana and Brenda silently fumed. 

"Ventus, one," barked the referee. "LMU, zero. Up next, Flores and F... Fjah..."

"I'm here," said Brenda, helping Ariadne back to the bench.

"Nice work, Zhao." Beckoning Min back to the bench before turning and clapping Daisy on the shoulder, Paula affected her best pep talk voice. "Alright, Flores. I'm not gonna pretend like I expect you to win this thing. But I do expect you to give it hell. Okay?"

"O-okay," said Daisy, standing up and shuffling over to the mat.

While the chubby ogress's presence at the match had gone largely unnoticed by the crowd until now, she could hear everyone erupting into murmured surprise as she found her way to the center of the room. With every step, her legendary booty seemed to be pushing her XXXL green and white Ventus leotard to its engineered limits—which offered quite a show for the people behind her, including Ursa and Min. Even if the Loser House junior wasn't exactly either girl's type, they both found it hard to avoid staring at her huge, hypnotically jiggling cheeks as she found her way to the center of the room.

"Hi there." Crouching down before Brenda, Daisy cracked a somewhat anxious smile.

"Hi," said Brenda, returning her opponent's smile. "This your first time?"

"W-well..." Unable to avoid thinking about the implications of this phrase, especially coming from a hot girl like Brenda, the giant virgin blushed. "I..."

With another whistle, the match was on—and rather than giving Daisy any time to complete her statement, the Nordic amazon wasted no time lunging against her like a one-woman avalanche. In a matter of seconds, she'd gotten her opponent in a similarly humiliating choke hold, with her powerful rump secured squarely over her face. Then, just two seconds after that, it was over.

As the ref called the match, Brenda could have sworn she heard her opponent moaning beneath her—and when she stood up, a small moist spot between Daisy's legs seemed to confirm her suspicions. Realizing what her opponent was staring at, the chubby ogress went even redder than ever. "Oh, I..."

"You're good," said Brenda, unable to conceal her amusement. "Happens to the best of us."

"Oh." Noticing Daisy's little accident, Paula nudged Ursa. "Look at that. I think we've got a convert."

"Oh, dear," said Ursa, instantly recognizing what her coach was talking about. "Tough time to have happen."

"Ventus, one. LMU, one." On the other side of the room, the referee piped up again. "Up next, Kolossovna and Olivieria."

"Well," said Paula. "Looks like you're up."

"Da." Ursa sighed. "Here is... how you say again?"

Paula chuckled. "Here goes nothing."

Ignoring the assistants wiping away the curious, slimy spot Daisy had left on the mat, Jordana was already getting into position—with Max still imprisoned between her cheeks. Trying to avoid dwelling on the thought of what her shrunken friend must have gone through over the last hour or so, Ursa took a deep breath and joined her on the mat.

"Ready, Ursa?" Jordana grinned.

"Ready," said Ursa, all business.