At the Dorm Shrunken First Semester chapter 7 by degenerateZoomer and maximally

The two returned to Zoe's dorm, and Sam quickly closed the door behind them. Zoe sat down on her bed and let out a sigh, finally relieving her aching feet. She reached around her waist and began to slide her jeans off, her panties slowly exposing themselves before being on full display.

"Now, where did that Max guy go anyways?" Samara scanned the room with a puzzled face. Zoe rolled her eyes, and swiftly slid her panties to the floor.

With a sudden thud, Max's body hit the ground. To his surprise, despite the distance he landed gracefully. Perhaps his small body was able to take far greater falls than he was used to. Desperately, Max sputtered and sucked in every ounce of air he could muster.

"Are you okay?" Zoe asked, feeling concerned.

"Ugh... yeah, now you ask." Max muttered. "I'm fine, just a bit shaken up."

Samara giggled in response, "So, how was the trip in there? I've always wanted to get up close and personal with Zoe's panties..." She trailed off, giving Zoe a seductive wink.

Zoe blushed in response, suddenly becoming acutely aware of her appearance. She was still dressed from the waist up in a simple t-shirt, but her thick legs and gorgeously shaped ass were on full display in the dim lighting.

"Anyways," Sam began, "I have a few fun ideas of what we can do with this cutie here." She leaned down and picked Max up by the waist, her hands completely encasing him in a firm grip. He yelped in light pain and tried to loosen himself, but Sam just gripped harder.

"Sam, be nice! He's not a toy," Zoe remarked, although she had zero intention of stopping her. Zoe couldn't deny that Samara's sadistic, domineering tenancies aroused her. Especially it turned out, when they were being acted out against Max.
Max was helpless to escape as Samara brought him to her face. Staring directly into his eyes, she struck a devious and predatory grin.

"God, you smell like straight ass!" Sam taunted. "Zoe must not clean very well at all down there."

Zoe glared at Samara, but before she could respond Max interrupted-

"I'm sure yours is worse," Max spat back, though he immediately regretted the comment, realizing it was probably not a great idea to talk back given his situation. 

"Yeah? How about you go and fix that." Sam replied, completely unfazed. She quickly began to remove her own tight pants, dragging her cute pink and black panties to the floor with it. Suddenly, Max found himself in front of Samara's bare asshole. It flared in anticipation, emitting a putrid stench that Zoe thankfully didn't share.

"Go on, lick it clean." Sam demanded, shoving his face right up against her puckered rosebud.

Max was reluctant to follow through, but Samara's hand left him with little choice. She held a firm grip on his arms and midsection, leaving his head entirely to her mercy. Max cringed as his nose and mouth became completely covered by her anus, he could feel the textured hole rubbing against his cheeks.

Slowly sticking out his tongue he began to lap away. The taste was revolting, Max seriously began to question if she had taken a shower once the entire semester. Despite her relatively organized and clean appearance, Sam's ass was incredibly rancid, far worse than anything he had experienced from Zoe.

As he continued to lap up every last trace of her filth, Sam moaned in pleasure. She never expected a man's tongue to feel so good, but the tingling sensation didn't lie. Zoe watched intensely, feeling herself slowly get heated over the action. A month ago, she had been a virgin with little sexual experience outside of a few romantic kisses. Now, she found herself fully engrossed in a stranger than fiction fantasy.

Max continued to scrub off a thin layer of sweat, oil, and fabric fuzz from Sam's asshole, though it was still far from pristine. Sam sighed in satisfaction, before pulling Max away. His face was an utter mess, drenched in his own spit from so aggressively eating her ass out. He moved his tongue around in his mouth, attempting to wash the disgusting taste away unsuccessfully.

"Okay Zoe," Sam began. "I want you to kneel over his face." She pointed at the floor, "right there."

Zoe hesitantly obeyed, but couldn't deny the sexual excitement that was overcoming her. Crawling over to where Samara pointed on the bed, she slowly knelled down over Max's lying body.

"What now?" Zoe asked, unsure of where exactly to position her body.

"Sit down right here." Sam replied with a smile. Zoe blushed, knowing that Sam was setting her up to crush Max's body under her ass.

"Go on," Sam coaxed, "it's not like you haven't already given him your worst." 

She was, of course, referring to Max's brief stint in Zoe's rectum earlier, which he had barely survived. Zoe sighed, but slowly lowered herself down. Samara watched intently, guiding her roommate's huge, pale butt down onto the poor boy's face.

Max was left breathless as the weight from her massive behind slammed down on him. Her peachy, plump cheeks jiggled on contact, slapping loudly against his tiny body. Max's nose and mouth were pressed firmly into her asshole, leaving him completely unable to breathe anything not tainted by it.

"Now," Samara commanded. "Let him have it, don't hold back."

Samara knelled close by, watching Max's torture in amusement. Zoe felt her stomach grumbling, as the pressure continued to build up from Breakfast. By now, the eggs and greasy ingredients were starting to fill her with more gas as they digested.
Zoe strained, a loud, bass filled fart erupting from between her cheeks.

PBBBBBRRRTTTTTTTT

The sound was muffled yet awe inspiring, as the air was forced straight down Max's throat. Zoe couldn't help but moan loudly in pleasure. Letting loose in his face without restraint gave her a kind of pleasure she hadn't experienced before. In the past her gas problems caused embarrassment and discomfort, though now with Max at her complete mercy she could pin him down and release as she pleased with no remorse.

Over the next 30 seconds Zoe's asshole puckered and spat out several rounds of gas. Max was left in agony dealing with the repulsive taste, totally unable to think straight. His vision began to fade before the entire world around him went blank.

When Max awoke, he found himself in a small plastic container. Looking around, he was able to gather that he was on a shelf, still in Zoe and Samara's dorm room. Curiously, a tube was attached to the side of his container. Max stretched his head to the side and caught a glimpse of the funnel end of the tube, hidden behind a book from immediate view.

With horror, Max quickly realized the dual purpose use of the tube, being both a way for oxygen to flow in, and as a potential way to gas and torture him from outside. Cleverly, a metal mesh situated on the funnel prevented him from just walking right on out.

Loud footsteps steadily approached closer, and Max anxiously awaited the room's door to swing open.

Who could it possibly be, and was he safe from being found?