Daisy's Unwilling Pet Shrunken First Semester chapter 4 by maximally

The air in Daisy’s cramped dorm felt thick. Max stood on the edge of her cluttered nightstand, the wood stretching like a plain beneath his bare feet. At three inches tall, everything was a landscape of looming horror: half-empty cans, crumpled wrappers, laundry spilling from Daisy’s closet. And right in front of him loomed Daisy herself.

“Okay,” Max said, forcing the words out despite the lump in his throat. He took one shaky step forward on the nightstand. “Well… could you help me figure out a way back to normal?”

Daisy winced, cheeks flushing to her ears. She sat cross-legged on her bed, the mattress groaning beneath her, still in gray sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt from earlier, fabric damp under her arms and along her chest. Her waist-length dark brown hair framed a pretty, sleep-deprived, apologetic face.

“Oh,” she murmured, voice soft and a little hoarse from disuse. “I, uh… I’m guessing you’ve never heard of shrinking serum, have you?”

“Uh… no,” Max replied, stomach sinking. “I can’t say I have.”

Daisy sighed, the sound heavy and resigned, and the motion made her enormous chest rise and fall like twin hills. “It’s pretty niche. Super expensive to buy, but a couple girls on campus make their own. Drop some in someone’s drink, and they wake up your size the next day." She bit her lip. "One or two guys like you end up in here every year.”

Max swallowed hard. The casual way she said it—in here—sent ice down his spine. “Here as in Proserpina? What happens to them?”

The giant shut-in grimaced, her thick thighs shifting with a soft whump of fabric. “They get claimed.” Another sigh, this one deeper. “The problem is… most of the serums are permanent.”

Max felt the blood drain from his face. “You mean… there’s no antidote?”

Daisy shook her head slowly, brown eyes full of reluctant pity. “I’m really sorry, Max.”

For a long moment, he couldn’t speak. The words crashed over him like a tidal wave: permanent. No more classes. No more dorm room. No more future. Yesterday, he’d been a normal—if painfully awkward—freshman. Today he was… this. A naked, helpless speck standing on a nightstand in the Loser House, staring up at the campus’s most infamous shut-in.

“But, y’know, it could be worse!” Daisy rushed to fill the silence, leaning forward so her shadow swallowed him completely. The movement brought a fresh wave of her scent—warm, earthy, slightly sour body odor mixed with the faint tang of unwashed fabric. She took a breath, her eyes pleading. “I just… I want to help you, Max. I promise. All you have to do is stick with me, and I’ll make sure no one else in here messes with you.”

“Here?” Max’s voice cracked. “But, like… what am I going to do?”

“All kinds of things!” Her face lit up with awkward hope, cheeks still burning. “We can play games, watch movies…” She blushed harder, looking away. “Whatever you want!”

Max’s mind reeled. Daisy’s intentions were clearly sincere—she wasn’t cruel like some of the stories he’d already heard whispered about the other houses—but the reality was crushing. He pictured himself spending the rest of his life as her secret little pet, hidden away in this dim, stuffy room while she played dating sims and… whatever else she did in private. The thought made his skin crawl. Yesterday, he’d been a full-sized guy with at least a chance at a normal life. Now his best-case scenario was becoming the personal plaything of the biggest, smelliest girl on campus.

“I…” He hesitated, heart hammering. “Well… could you maybe just, like, take me over to the health center or something?”

Daisy offered what she probably thought was a comforting smile, but it only made her look more nervous. “I don’t know, Max. I mean… It’s not like they’d be able to reverse it.”

“How do you know that?” Max crossed his arms, voice rising. “Almost sounds like I’m not the first shrunken guy who’s ended up in here with you.”

“What? No!” Daisy’s eyes widened in panic, her whole face going scarlet. “It’s not like that, I swear!”

But Max wasn’t listening anymore. Her frantic denial was all the proof he needed. He had to get out—now. “Fuck this,” he muttered under his breath. Before Daisy could react, he turned and sprinted for the edge of the nightstand.

The drop looked insane from his perspective—like leaping off a three-story building. He didn’t care. He jumped.

The fall seemed to last forever. Wind rushed past his naked body. He hit the floor hard, the impact driving the air from his lungs. Pain flared, but nothing was broken. He’d landed in a pair of Daisy’s panties—still warm, stained, and reeking of sweat and something far more intimate. The smell was overwhelming.

Max gagged, trying to push himself upright, but before he could even get to his knees, a massive shadow blotted out the light.

“Max, no!” Daisy’s voice cracked with desperation as her hand descended. Fingers thicker than his torso wrapped him, gentle but unbreakable. She lifted him to her chest, pressing him against her left breast. Her t-shirt was damp with sweat. He felt her heartbeat and the concentrated odor of her skin—warm, faint deodorant and something sweet underneath.

“Do you have any idea what any other girl in here would do to a guy like you?” she hissed, voice low and urgent. “Y-you’d be lucky to get through the rest of the day alive!”

“Let me go!” Max screamed, thrashing wildly against the pillowy warmth of her breast. His struggles only made her hold him tighter, the pressure squeezing the air out of him again.

“Look,” Daisy pleaded, her breath washing over him in hot, slightly sour waves. “Half the girls in here haven’t even seen a guy in months. Let alone a shrunken guy. I swear, I’m not trying to trap you—I’m trying to help. I know this isn’t exactly ideal, but can you just… work with me here?”

For half a second, her raw desperation almost reached him. There was no malice in her voice—just a lonely, awkward girl who’d finally found the tiny fantasy she’d been jerking off to in secret for years. Then her body betrayed her.

A deep, wet gurgle rolled through her massive gut, loud enough to vibrate through her chest and into Max’s entire frame.

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The fart exploded out of her, hot, wet, and impossibly powerful. The sound was deafening at his size—a bubbling roar that went on and on. The stench hit him like a wall: eggy, rancid, and suffocating. Max’s eyes burned. His lungs seized. The toxic cloud soaked into every part of him until the world spun and his limbs turned to jelly.

“S-sorry,” Daisy mumbled, face burning crimson as the last wet sputters faded. “Stress makes me… uh… y’know.”

Max fought to hold on, but adrenaline and terror ripped through him, unraveling any resistance. His vision shrank to narrowing dots, the fume flooding his mind. Powerless, limp, he slipped under in her gentle, inescapable grip.

When he woke, he felt the soft, scratchy fabric underneath. He was lying on Daisy’s panties, now his makeshift mattress. The smell was everywhere, baked into the cloth and air.

“Oh, good, you’re awake.” Daisy’s face appeared above the glass walls surrounding him, her smile tentative. She’d put him in a repurposed terrarium on her desk—two by three feet of glass. The walls loomed. Escape was hopeless.

Inside, she had tried to make it “nice.” A Mountain Dew bottle cap served as a water dish. A small pile of crushed Dorito crumbs sat in one corner like a pathetic feast. And of course, the wadded panties he was currently sprawled on.

“Sorry,” Daisy said softly, settling into her computer chair with a heavy creak. Her dating sim loaded on the massive monitor behind her. “I’m sure you want some space right now. Maybe we could… watch something later?”

Max could only stare up at her in numb, shell-shocked silence. The fight had drained out of him along with that last monstrous fart. Whatever window he’d had was gone. He was hers now—Daisy “Buttzilla” Flores’s unwilling little pet.

“Cool.” She gave him one last halfhearted, blushing smile and turned back to her screen. “Don’t worry, Max. W-we’ll figure this out. I promise.”