"Yo! It's me!" As if to demonstrate this, Min gave the door a few more knocks. "You ready?" 

"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 quickly sorting through 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.

"This one, is good?" Looking to her shrunken friend for guidance on her current selection — a somewhat kinky-looking black leather bra and panties complete with spikes — Ursa frowned. "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."

"Is not helpful," said Ursa, returning her attention to the closet. "I suppose I should know you are not decisive. No offense."

After a couple more false starts, she finally landed on an especially skimpy hot pink bra and panties. While they were clearly meant for someone at least two sizes smaller than her, they definitely matched her inner girly-girl aesthetic—and when she managed to get them on, after peeling herself out of her sweaty wrestling leotard and dropping it rather unceremoniously on the desk right 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, sending every inch of her colossal figure jiggling pleasantly. 

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

When the Siberian amazon opened the door, she found her similarly 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 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 it is too much, for you."

"It's f-fine." Through already chattering teeth, Min smiled. "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, remembering she'd left Max dangerously exposed to the elements, 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, the Siberian amazon 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. "Fffuck..." she breathed. "I was looking forward to getting back here all day."

"Same," said Ursa. "Long day."

As the two amazons locked lips, the shrunken man between them was subjected to an overpowering sandwich of soft, sweaty skin. Fortunately, he was loving every second of it. Especially after narrowly avoiding spending the rest of his life as Jordana's personal fart absorber, he was happy to spend the rest of tonight at Ursa and Min's mercy—knowing their underlying interest in his wellbeing meant he didn't have much to fear from that experience. He still wasn't sure what to make of the kiss he'd gotten from Ursa, although he had a feeling 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, he had no choice but to breathe in every bit of the potent bouquet of aromas his two guardians were cooking up. Then again, he knew this still beat whatever he'd be dealing with under Jordana right now.

"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."
 
"Please do," Ursa chuckled. 

*

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, scowling 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 her usual favorite themes. "Would you wanna maybe... switch over to UFC? There was a match last night I wanted to catch."

"This works for me," said Ursa. "Although I want to see who wins this episode first. Max, you have preference?"

With the eyes of his two giant guardians on him, Max forced a smile. "What about some anime? Do either of you watch My Hero Academia?"

Hearing this, both jocks laughed. 

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

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

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

"Plan?" Realizing she hadn't thought of this, Ursa frowned. "Oh. I guess... I hang onto him? When I got 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 some hopes for getting back to normal, there was a growing part of him that felt like he could really get used to this.