Safe and Warm Shrunken First Semester chapter 15 by maximally

"Yo! It's me!" Audibly ready to get busy with her neighbor again, Min gave the door a few more knocks. "You guys good?" 

"Almost," said Ursa, setting her shrunken friend down on her desk. "Two seconds, please."

"Take your time!"

For the next several minutes, the Siberian amazon fell into a whirlwind of clothing selection—diving into her closet and trying on a dozen different sets of lacy plus-sized lingerie. Watching this, Max was treated to quite the show—although the room's frigid temperature and his continual nakedness didn't help. Neither did the fact that most of the options she showed him looked so similar.

"This one, is good?" Looking to her shrunken friend for guidance on the kinky black leather bra and panties in her hands, Ursa pursed her lips. "Or too much?"

"They all look good to me," said Max, mostly caught up thinking about how cold the room felt without clothes of his own. "Whatever you think is best."

"You are not decisive," said Ursa, returning her attention to the closet. "I suppose I should know this by now."

After a couple more false starts, the Siberian amazon landed on a skimpy hot pink bra and panties—and while they were clearly meant for someone at least two sizes smaller than her, they definitely matched her inner girly-girl aesthetic. When she got them on — after peeling herself out of her sweaty wrestling leotard and dropping it rather unceremoniously on the desk next to her shrunken friend — it was hard to deny that she made it work. Finally, after giving her hair a quick tousle in the mirror, she bounced over to let Min in. 

"Okay," said Ursa, flipping both locks. "Ready."

When the Siberian amazon opened the door, she found her amazonian neighbor wearing a similarly skimpy getup—a green silk robe that left nothing about her powerful curves to the imagination. Based on the sliver of cleavage that showed through at the top, she wasn't wearing anything else underneath, either. 

"Hey there," said Min, taking a few steps into the room and immediately making a face. "F-f-fuck it's cold in here! Are those... air conditioners?"

"Two of them, da," said Ursa, amused at her neighbor's apparent lack of cold tolerance. "Apology if is too much, for you."

"It's f-fine." Min smiled through already-chattering teeth. "J-just means you're gonna have to warm me up."

"Is something I can do," said Ursa, eyeing the rock-hard, quarter-sized nipples protruding through her neighbor's robe. Then, noticing the way Max was trying to take refuge in the folds of the steamy, sweaty leotard on her desk, she shook her head. "You may not be only one."

"Oh, well, yeah, duh," said Min, stepping over to the desk. "You mind if I?" She pantomimed the act of placing the three-inch freshman in her cleavage.

"I do not know," Ursa shrugged, smirking. "Ask him." 

"Alright." Crouching down beside Max, Min grinned. "Hey little guy... you want me to warm you up?"

"Y-yes, p-p-pplease," said Max, shivering. 

"Say no more," said Min, untying her robe, bending down over the table and scooping the shrunken young man up in the warm, sweaty embrace of her boobs. "Now, let's get cozy."

Beckoning her neighbor over to her bed, Ursa climbed under the covers and started to make herself comfortable—and Min quickly followed her lead. Slipping out of her robe and snuggling up against her giant Russian playmate, she pressed her chest right up against Ursa's and went in for a kiss. Feeling Ursa's hands running up and down her back, she couldn't help letting out a little moan of pleasure. After all the physical brutality of the match, the sheer softness of the moment was everything she'd been hoping for and more.

"Fffuck..." she breathed. "That's better."

"Da," said Ursa. "Much better."

As the two amazons locked lips, the shrunken man between them was subjected to an overpowering sandwich of soft, sweaty skin—and he was loving every second of it. Especially after narrowly avoiding spending the rest of his life as Jordana's personal fart absorber, the idea of spending the rest of tonight at Ursa and Min's mercy sounded like heaven. He still wasn't sure what to make of the kiss he'd gotten from his giant guardian, although he hoped it wouldn't be the last. 

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"Apology," said Ursa, chuckling. "We used to do this back home. Way of warming up in winter."

"Works for me," Min giggled, scrunching her face up a little.

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"You are alright?" Ursa smirked. "You did not force too much?"

"Nah," said Min. "I think we're good."

"Okay," said Ursa. "My turn again, then."

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While both amazons managed to avoid the bulk of the smell of their not-so-little fart-off with their heads above the covers, things were very different for the shrunken freshman between them. Still thoroughly trapped between Min's cleavage, with his entire body under the sheets, Max was forced to breathe in every bit of the potent bouquet of aromas his two guardians were cooking up. While this still beat whatever he'd be dealing with under Jordana right now, that didn't make it any more pleasant.

"God damn!" Again, Min grinned. "That was pretty good... but check this out!"

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"I…" Suddenly, the Chinese junior's grin became a grimace. "...I might need to use your shower really quick."

"Happens to best of us," Ursa chuckled. "Please do."

*

Three hours, one shower and at least four orgasms later, the two amazons had settled back into bed under a new, clean set of sheets to round out the night bingeing Project Runway on Ursa's laptop—and after surviving the sensory overload of Min's shart, Max had successfully advocated to sit above the covers to watch with them.

"Is not as good now," said Ursa, frowning at the events onscreen. "Was better when Heidi Klum was host."

"I'll take your word for it," said Min, still struggling to get into the show's total lack of sex or violence. "Would you wanna maybe... switch over to UFC after this episode? There was a match last night I wanted to catch."

"This works for me," said Ursa. "Max, you have preference?"

"Me? Oh, uh... what about some anime?" With the eyes of his two giant guardians on him, Max forced a smile. "Do either of you know My Hero Academia?"

For a moment, there was silence. Then, both jocks burst out laughing. 

"Wow," Min giggled. "A shrunken guy and a weeb. That's a tough combo."

"Very," Ursa chuckled. "We stay on Project Runway then, for now."

"Yeah." Min shook her head, still giggling. "Hey, speaking of Max... what's your plan with him for tomorrow?"

"Plan?" Realizing she hadn't thought of this, Ursa frowned again. "Oh. I guess... I hang onto him? When I go to class?" Looking down at her shrunken friend for reassurance, she shrugged. "Is good with you, Max?"

"Y-yeah!" Max nodded. "That sounds good to me."

"Good," said Ursa. "Is settled then." 

From there, for Max, the rest of the night was a long, relaxing blur. Even when the two amazons finally switched to UFC, there was something undeniably soothing about being caught between them—safe and protected from any and all threats, aside from their various odors. While he still had high hopes for returning to normal, a growing part of him really felt like he could get used to this.