Samara's Plaything Shrunken First Semester chapter 5 by degenerateZoomer and maximally

Samara flashed a grin in response. "Well, I did have something in mind", she cooed.

Zoe let out a nervous laugh and tried to change the topic. “Listen, Sam, aren’t you hungry? I’m reaaally hungry, let’s go and grab some food—”

To Zoe’s dismay, it was clear that Samara didn’t plan to back down so easily.

Max found himself in a state of panic, realizing that he was almost certainly going to be caught. It didn’t help that Samara was causing Zoe to be so anxious, as Max noticed an ever-increasing volume of sweat and musk welling in her panties.

Zoe carelessly shifted to her side, causing Max to wonder if she was even trying not to crush him at this point. Luckily only the lower half of his body was trapped under the weight of her butt.

“You can eat whenever, and it’s just the two of us right now…” she protested.

“Who else would there be?” Zoe instinctively blurted, before awkwardly cutting herself short in the process of remembering. “Besides, we barely leave our room.”

Samara shook her head in response, smirking as she stripped off her black vest. “You mean that you don’t leave your room,” she retorted.

“I go out and make new friends almost every night,” Samara argued. “But I can’t say the same for you.”

Zoe sighed, admitting defeat for the time being. “Okay, fine. Sam, do me a favor and turn around quick.”

“What, so you can flash yourself jerking off when I look back?” Samara joked before promptly twirling around.

“You wish,” Zoe scoffed with a hint of seriousness.

Suddenly, Max noticed Zoe digging her fingers into the back of her panties once more. As she fumbled to grip around Max’s waist, her digits grinded softly against his dick, slightly arousing him.

Zoe swiftly raised Max from behind her. He breathed in deeply, finally getting some fresh air after what felt like hours.

Max also became acutely aware of his situation, realizing that Zoe had no intention of hiding him at this point. He shot a worried glance at Zoe, but her kind smile reassured him.

“Okay…” Zoe began. “You can look now, but don’t scream or anything—you know Veronica has no problem barging in.”

 Max’s vision seemed to shift into slow motion, as he watched Samara begin to turn around. Her sexy bubble butt perfectly hung from her tight black jeans, catching Max’s eye.

Samara glanced over at Zoe who continued to hold Max, covering his genitals and cupping him against her chest. Her pierced eyebrow perked up in curiosity as she slightly leaned in, seeming to question her own eyes.

Slowly, she walked across the room towards Zoe and Max. Bending over a bit, she carefully examined his tiny body.

“Can he talk?” She inquired.

“No.” He muttered sarcastically.

“Oh great, he’s a male and a comedian.”

“Guys, cut it out—” Zoe interrupted their spat. “Max, this is my roommate Samara.”

Looking over at Samara she continued, “and this is Max. He’s… an old friend.”

Samara nodded understandingly, “so did you shrink him or what?”

“I found him like this.” She replied with a shrug.

Samara turned her attention to Max, but he beat her to the question. “I woke up like this earlier, with no memory of the 12 hours before that.”

She let out a brief snort of laughter, “Man, I party a lot, but that’s next level.”

Samara sat down next to Zoe on the bed, before offering to trade hands with Zoe. Reluctantly, she passed Max off to her.

"Oh EW—" she squealed, "you didn't tell me he was naked!"

Zoe couldn't help but giggle at Sam's disgust. In truth, Samara's lesbian inclinations left her extremely unfamiliar with the male nude body. Having the chance to play with a doll-sized man was both startling and intriguing to Sam.

For some reason, Samara acted on her urge to smell Max's body. She held her nose to his chest and sniffed briefly.

"God, did you shove him in your ass or something? He smells like straight butt." Her face cringed in moderate disgust, though it didn't stop her from sneaking another whiff in seconds later.

"Well, I wasn't planning on having this be an open secret, and he had to go somewhere!" Zoe reasoned, though admittedly plenty of other places would've hidden him just as well. She certainly didn't regret it however.

Samara continued to examine Max's small body, rubbing her thumb across the surface of his skin gently.

Zoe was almost entranced watching Samara fondle Max all over. Suddenly, her core erupted with intense, throbbing warmth as she watched Sam raise Max's cock to her soft, plump lips. Her tongue extended, engulfing his microscopic member with her fluids. Sam slowly lapped away, meanwhile noticing Zoe's not-so-subtle gaze.

Samara flashed her iconic grin, "don't tell me you haven't played with him yet yourself..." Zoe's face collapsed into a deep blush.

"Of course I have!" She lied. In reality, Zoe had very little sexual experience other than what she was able to gather from erotic literature and pornography. The closest her and Max ever got to intimate contact, was when she had him lodged halfway into her anus for a few minutes.

Suddenly, the silence was cut by a loud rumbling from Zoe's stomach:

bbbborrrrrrp

She grabbed a handful of her plump stomach, in a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. "S- see I said I was hungry."

Samara rolled her eyes in response, "well I already ate so you'll have to help yourself."

Before Zoe could respond, Samara whipped Max's body down towards her butt. He watched in awe, as her gorgeous ass strained against her tight jeans. Soon he was met with her lower hole, which was larger than Max's own head.

Arching back slightly Samara grunted,

PBRRRRRRRRRTTT

Zoe gasped at Samara, and watched Max thrash violently in reaction to her torturous fumes. Zoe had been roommates with Sam for a fairly short period of time by this point, only a month or so.

Within that month span, Zoe became well aware that Sam had a habit of shamelessly letting loose wherever she pleased. Students that didn't know her as well were often shocked by her behavior, but for Zoe, it became routine.

Max coughed and tried to escape Samara's grasp, but was still entirely unable to. His nostrils burned and he felt noticeably more lightheaded, though he couldn't tell if it was from his lungs being filled with heavier gas than oxygen or from his aggressive attempts to get away leaving him breathless.

"You know, I'm not really into guys, but this is so much fun!" Samara giggled with excitement, "he's like your own little personal doll."

Max finally caught his breath and looked pleadingly towards Zoe. Surely, she would put a stop to Samara's mistreatment of him.

"Here, you should try." Samara leaned over on the bed towards Zoe, offering Max in her hands. Sam rotated her wrist and poked Zoe in her soft, chubby stomach.

Max's feet melted into her folds, pressing ever so gently but firmly into her stomach.

Zoe felt her stomach churn, forcing forward a large bubble in her gut. Without the slightest hint of control, she strained in anticipation.

Frrrrrrpppt

Zoe moaned involuntarily with pleasure and relief, her butt purring in Max's direction, leaving him once more at their mercy.

"Gosh Zoe, aren't you gassy or what," Sam laughed, still holding Max in his place.

Zoe blushed deeply once more, failing to hide her embarrassment. "You know how I am in the morning..." she trailed off as she watched Samara pull Max back closer to her again.

"Open your mouth." Samara demanded.

Max, still desperate for an out and not ready to submit quite yet, declined to obey. Sam waited a few seconds and began to actually struggle keeping Max securely in her hands.

Samara impatiently forced her thumb to open Max's jaw wide, causing him immense pain and ceasing his struggle. She placed his mouth firmly against her anus through the jeans.

Max heard a short rumble before a burst of gas thrusted down his throat,

PPPPPPPPRPRRROOOOPP

For several seconds, Samara held his head in place to take every last bit in. Max was completely unable to move and practically paralyzed as he was forcibly filled up by the giant woman's gas.

When she finished, Samara's face was pleasantly surprised. "Wow, he's like a vacuum! I can't smell any of that."

Zoe looked over at Sam and thought to herself. While she did feel some pity for Max, at the same time she couldn't deny that he was proving himself useful. Never having to smell Samara's brazen flatulence again was tempting, and the thought of getting to be around Max more often was also enticing.

"Here's the deal," Zoe began her proposal, "I'll let you use him whenever you want, but you have to keep him and his... predicament a secret for now."

Samara nodded in agreement, "sounds like a plan."

Zoe sighed in relief, "all right, let me get changed first and then we can get some breakfast."

Samara left the room, closing the door behind her. Zoe glanced over at Max, who was laid out on the bed in exhaustion, still somewhat short of breath.

Zoe broke the silence after a few moments, "Hey Max, I'll be going to breakfast with Samara. Do you want to come with?"

Max weighed his options in mind. On one hand, he felt somewhat betrayed by Zoe for letting him get played with so recklessly by Samara. On the other, he didn't really know how much choice he had. It was still entirely possible that these two girls weren't his worst fate.