Dorm Mom = Savior? Shrunken First Semester chapter 4 by Somebody__mo-qQ5F5g and maximally

"Is that..." Recognizing the unmistakable voice behind the door, Max froze. "Miss Greenly?"

"I think so," Zeke whispered back, shaking his head. "Shit..."

"What?" Max shrugged. "Maybe she can help us."

"Her?" Zeke scowled. "Are you out of your fucking mind?!" 

"What?" Max groaned. "I mean, sooner or later we're gonna have to get help from someone. Why not her? She's chill enough in my biology class."

"Everything alright in there?" The voice at the door sounded concerned.

"Yeah, one sec." Zeke sighed heavily, his hand hovering over the door handle, and turned back to his roommate. "You sure about this?" 

Max nodded, his tiny body trembling as Zeke unlocked the door. The second it swung open, Miss Greenly's warm, motherly smile filled the frame. Between her tie-dyed blouse, long skirt, weed-adorned booty shorts, thick circular glasses and long dirty blonde cornrows, the 5'9" 240 pound biology professor continued to look — and smell — the part of a former hippie. Her bottom-heavy figure was just the icing on the cake. "Morning, boys." When gaze fell on Max, standing stark naked on the desk, she blinked, then leaned closer. "Is that... a tiny?" 

"Miss Greenly," Zeke began, his voice thick with dread. "This is Max. And, uh, he's had a bit of an... accident." 

The middle-aged hippie looked closer, her eyes widening in astonishment as she took in Max's minuscule form. She leaned in, her breath smelling faintly of garlic and patchouli, and peered at him with the intensity of a scientist studying a new species. "Holy shit," she murmured. "You've gotta be kidding me." Miss Greenly leaned in closer, her eyes squinting to focus on Max's tiny figure. "Looks like someone's been messing with shrinking serum."

"Shrinking serum?" Max squeaked, his voice barely audible. "Is that a thing?"

Miss Greenly leaned back, stroking her chin. "It's not exactly common knowledge, but..." Her eyes narrowed, and she looked from Max to Zeke. "You guys weren't at House Juno last night, were you?" 

Max and Zeke exchanged a nervous glance. 

"Well..." Miss Greenly said, "Let's just say those goths have a bit of a... reputation. A lot of guys like you have gone missing in there over the years. Honestly, I'm not sure how they haven't gotten kicked off campus for it." She paused, eyeing Max's naked form. "I'm guessing they had their hands on you at some point?" 

Max felt a chill run down his spine. While he couldn't remember anything from last night, this definitely tracked. "I... I think so," he said, his voice trembling. 

"Then we've got a real situation on our hands," Miss Greenly said. "Whoever did this to you won't just let you be. They're going to want to know what happened to their little experiment." 

Max's heart sank, his tiny body feeling even more vulnerable than ever. "What do we do?" 

Miss Greenly took a deep breath. "First, we've got to get you out of sight." With surprising agility, she turned around, revealing the massive expanse of her rear end—a veritable mountain range of flesh and fabric. Max's eyes widened as she began to hike up her skirt, revealing a pair of faded tie-dye panties that had seen better days. "Zeke, I need you to do something for me," she said, her voice firm. 

"What?" Zeke's voice cracked with nerves as he stared at the vast, uncharted terrain before him. 

"You heard me," said Miss Greenly. "We can't have you two walking around like this, especially you, Max. You're a liability." She reached back and parted the cheeks of her butt, the fabric of her panties stretching to the side. "I'm going to lift up my skirt, and you're going to slide him in there, okay?" 

Zeke's face was a mask of shock, his eyes flickering from Max to Miss Greenly's exposed bottom. "W-what?" 

"We need to keep him safe," said Miss Greenly. "And let's face it, he's not exactly inconspicuous right now." 

Staring at his dorm mother's underwear, Max was now blushing profusely. "N-no way," he squeaked, stepping back on the desk. "You can't be serious!" 

Miss Greenly rolled her eyes, her tone blending exasperation and amusement. "It's not like I'm asking you to take a joyride, Max," she said, her voice surprisingly steady. "It's just for safekeeping. You're a little... conspicuous right now." 

"But... your... ass?" Max stuttered, his tiny body visibly recoiling at the thought. 

The very idea of being buried in the warm, dark folds of his dorm mother's anatomy was a level of intimacy he hadn't even considered before. Miss Greenly's expression grew stern. "It's not a suggestion, Max," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "It's for your own protection. You're three inches tall. You think you can just wander around the dorm without someone stepping on you?"

With a trembling hand, Zeke reached down and scooped up his roommate. Max's eyes were wide with terror as Zeke held him up to Miss Greenly's exposed panties.

"Just... just do it," Max whispered, his voice shaking. 

Miss Greenly nodded, holding the fabric taut as Zeke gently placed Max into the warm, musky darkness. The soft flesh and fabric immediately enveloped Max's tiny body, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled squeak of horror as he found himself nestled in the tight space. 

"There," said Zeke, his hands visibly shaking as he stepped back. "It's done." 

Miss Greenly nodded, her expression unreadable as she adjusted her skirt back over her panties. The fabric melded with her skin, and Max found himself trapped in the warm, moist embrace of his dorm mother's butt crack. It was a sensation so alien, so utterly humiliating, that he couldn't even process it. All he knew was that he was surrounded by flesh, unable to move, his nose buried in the coarse fabric of her panties. 

"Alright, Zeke," she said, turning back to Max's roommate. "You're coming with me. We need to get him somewhere safe." 

"But...what about my room?" The fabric of Miss Greenly's panties muffled Max's voice. 

Miss Greenly raised an eyebrow. "You really think that's the best place for you right now?" 

Max's face fell, his tiny shoulders slumping in defeat. "I guess not," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.