Hazel's New Crush Shrunken First Semester chapter 5 by maximally

"Yo! D!"

Without any further warning, the door swung open, revealing the unmistakable silhouette of another infamous Loser House resident. The tall, disheveled gooner stood in the doorway, her polka-dot sweatpants riding dangerously low on her hips, exposing a generous crescent of her thick, olive-toned ass and pronounced beer gut. Her striped blouse was half-tucked in, half-hanging loose, her glasses were slightly askew, and her dark brown ponytail was a tangled mess like she'd just rolled out of bed—or, more likely, off her latest masturbation marathon.

"Oh," said Daisy, already wincing. "Hey, Hazel. Can I… help you?"

"Yeah," said Hazel, taking her neighbor's lack of movement as a cue to enter the room. "You seen my good Bad Dragon dildo? The one with the, uh—" She wiggled her fingers vaguely. "—the scales?"

"N-no, Hazel." Daisy's face flushed crimson. "Are you sure you didn't just leave it in the bathroom again?"

"Nah, I just checked in there. So I figure it's either here or—" Hazel's voice cut off abruptly as she finally noticed the tiny, naked figure standing on her neighbor's nightstand. "Whoa…" The brainy gooner's buckteeth glinted as her lips split into a hungry, predatory grin. "Is that what I think it is?"

Before Daisy could offer any explanation, Hazel lunged forward, snatching Max up with the casual ease of someone picking up a stray pencil. Max yelped as he was lifted into the air, his tiny limbs flailing as Hazel brought him close to her face.

"Hazel, wait—!" Daisy protested, her voice tinged with panic as she reached out, but Hazel had already pivoted away, holding Max aloft like a newly discovered specimen.

Max, meanwhile, was too busy screaming. "H-hey! Can you put me down, please?"

"Holy fuck, D, where'd you score a miniguy?" Hazel breathed, her breath warm and stale with the tang of energy drinks and gas station snacks. She turned Max this way and that, inspecting him from every angle. "Perfect size, too! Any bigger and he'd be hard to carry around, but any smaller and it's like, what's the point?"

Max squirmed in her sticky grip, his face burning with humiliation. "Put me down!" he demanded, voice cracking.

Hazel blinked at him, seemingly surprised he could speak at all, then smirked. "Oh, he's feisty. Cute." She ignored his protests, instead turning back to Daisy. "Seriously, though, you could've told me. I've got so many ideas for these things."

Daisy's face twisted with discomfort. "Hazel, he's not—I didn't—"

"Okay, okay, hear me out." Hazel ignored her, too engrossed in her own excitement. "First off, butt plug. Just pop him in there and let him squirm around—super fun for everyone involved. Second, sweat rag." She mimed the motion of wiping Max against one of her conspicuously bushy pits with her free hand, giving Max a very unwelcome blast of weapons-grade B.O. "Third, and this is the big one—" She paused for dramatic effect, her grin turning wicked. "Fart absorber."

Max's stomach dropped. "What?"

Daisy blinked. "A… what?"

"Fart absorber!" Hazel repeated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She wiggled Max between her fingers. "You just stick him in your panties, and when you gotta let one rip, he's right there to suck up the stink."

Max's face paled. "No. No. Absolutely not—!"

Hazel, of course, was already prepping a live demo. With a gleeful cackle, she yanked the waistband of her sweatpants away from her lower back and dropped Max inside. He barely had time to scream before he was plunged into the humid, musky darkness of Hazel's sweatpants, his body colliding with the warm, plush flesh of her ass. The fabric snapped back into place, trapping him against her skin, the scent of her sweat and the lingering traces of her last shower (or lack thereof) flooding his senses.

"Hazel!" Daisy's voice was equal parts horrified and exasperated. "You can't just… he's a person!"

"Eh, technically," Hazel said, waving a hand dismissively. "But also, technically, he's like three inches tall and covered in your cooch juice, so..." She smirked. "Y'know. Priorities."

Max scrambled against the suffocating heat of Hazel's backside, his hands pressing into the soft, doughy flesh as he tried to find purchase. The waistband of her sweatpants was tight enough that he couldn't easily climb out, and the sheer mass of her ass made every movement a struggle. He could feel the vibrations as she shifted her weight, her voice muffled but audible through the fabric.

"Besides," Hazel continued, "whatever he got dosed with, it probably came with some built-in durability enhancements." She paused, then—with a satisfied grunt—let out a thunderous, prolonged fart directly onto Max.

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP

The world around Max exploded in sound and vibration as Hazel let loose a monstrous, bassy fart directly onto him. The hot, rancid air rushed over his body like a toxic fog. The force of it sent him rolling deeper into the crevice of her ass, his limbs tangling in the fabric of her sweatpants as he gasped for breath—only to choke on the thick, eggy stench flooding his lungs.

"See?" Hazel said cheerfully, patting her rear as if demonstrating a kitchen appliance. "Total absorption. No smell, no problem."

"You're disgusting." Daisy groaned, rubbing her temples. "And I can definitely still smell that."

"Hey, he's learning," Hazel shot back, wiggling her hips slightly, eliciting another muffled yelp from Max. "If you're not into it, I'm happy to take him off your hands. I've got so many experiments I wanna run—"

"No," Daisy said firmly, stepping forward. "Give him back. Now."

"Fiiine." Hazel sighed dramatically but relented, reaching into her sweatpants and fishing Max out by one leg. He dangled upside down, gasping for air, his entire body coated in a fresh layer of sweat and… other things. Hazel examined him critically before handing him back to Daisy, who cupped him protectively in her hands. 

"You okay, Max?" To her credit, Daisy looked genuinely concerned. 

Max coughed, wiping his face with one arm. "Keep me away from her," he wheezed, though the effect was somewhat diminished by his high-pitched, trembling voice.

Hazel just grinned. "Aw, I love when they play hard to get." She turned her attention back to Daisy. "Anyway, you never answered my question. Where'd you get him?"

Daisy hesitated, glancing down at Max. "I found him in the common room this morning. No idea how he got in there."

"Hmm." Hazel tapped her chin. "Okay, so, timeline check—you didn't dose him, I didn't dose him, which means…" She snapped her fingers. "Juno. Definitely Juno."

Max's stomach twisted. "House Juno?"

"Yeah, those goth freaks love their shrinking serums," Hazel said, nodding. "They actually just commissioned me for a fresh batch, like, a couple weeks ago. Must've slipped it to this guy at a party or something."

"At a party?" Daisy frowned. "So… how'd he end up in here?"

"Beats me," Hazel said. "Maybe he escaped."

Max's mind raced. The party last night—the blurry memories, his first taste of vodka, the way everything had gone black shortly after. Had someone targeted him? The thought was equal parts terrifying and absurd.

"Do you know who might have… dosed me?" he asked, his voice small.

Hazel shrugged. "Eh, could've been any of 'em. Kali's got a hard-on for breaking dudes, old Miss Ventus is a total freak behind closed doors, and that new chick Ophelia's desperate to impress the upperclassmen." She grinned again. "My money's on her. She's got 'awkward first-time shrinker' written all over her."

Daisy bit her lip. "Is there a way to un-shrink him?"

Hazel tapped her chin again, pretending to think. "Mmm… probably not."

"Probably not?" Max echoed, his voice rising in panic.

Hazel shrugged. "I mean, technically, I could try to reverse-engineer an antidote, but—" She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming. "—I'd need motivation."

Daisy narrowed her eyes. "What kind of motivation?"

Hazel's grin turned downright sinful. "Shared custody."

Max's blood ran cold. "What?"

"You let me borrow him sometimes," Hazel clarified, wiggling her fingers again. "For, y'know. Science. And other stuff."

Daisy looked like she was about to argue when another knock sounded at the door. All three of them froze. Then, the door swung open again—and in strode Victoria.

The moment Victoria stepped into Daisy's room, the atmosphere shifted. Her presence was like a heatwave—overpowering, intoxicating, impossible to ignore. The dim, musty air of House Proserpina seemed to part for her, as if even the dorm's notorious funk knew better than to cling to someone so effortlessly glamorous. Her low-cut blouse strained against her heaving cleavage, her tight jeans hugged every curve of her wide hips and thick thighs, and her wavy black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a silken curtain. 

"Well, well," Victoria purred, scanning the room with amusement. "This is… cozy." Her gaze lingered on the anime posters, the crusty sex toys, the half-eaten pizza box teetering precariously on Daisy's desk. Then she zeroed in on Max. "There's my little man. Having fun, sweetie?"

"Hey, Victoria," said Max, face already burning.

Hazel, who had been frozen in place since Victoria walked in, suddenly sprang to life like a wind-up toy. "Holy shit," she breathed, pushing her glasses up her nose. "Are you this guy's mom?"

"Step-mom," Max grumbled, trying to avoid Victoria's commanding gaze.

"Oh my god," Hazel murmured, voice trembling with something between awe and lust. "Even better."

"Well, aren't you adorable?" Victoria arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "And you are?"

"Hazel. Hazel Berry." Hazel extended a hand, then seemed to think better of it when she remembered the sticky residue coating her fingers. She wiped them on her sweatpants instead, leaving a fresh smear. "Biochem major. Future Nobel Prize winner, probably. Also, holy shit, you are so hot."

Victoria's smirk deepened. "Charmed." She turned back to Daisy, who was standing stiffly, her massive frame somehow seeming small under Victoria's scrutiny. "And you must be Daisy. Max's… rescuer?"

"Y-yeah." Daisy nodded, her cheeks flushing. "S-sorry about the, um… well, you might want to give him a bath when you get home."

"Oh, that's fine." Victoria waved a hand. "If I had a nickel for every time I had a tiny guy on booty duty back when I was modeling… well, I'd have at least three or four." She stepped forward, her hips swaying with each stride, and held out her palm to Daisy. "Here, I think he's had enough excitement for one day."

Daisy hesitated, then carefully scooped Max up and deposited him into Victoria's waiting hand. The moment his bare skin touched her warm palm, he shuddered. Even at three inches tall, the difference between Daisy's grimy, calloused fingers and Victoria's smooth, lotioned hands was staggering. She smelled like expensive perfume and something faintly floral—a stark contrast to the swampy musk of House Proserpina.

"There we go," Victoria cooed, bringing him up to eye level. "Look at you. All tiny and covered in…" She wrinkled her nose. "Phew! What is that?"

Max groaned. "Can we just get out of here, please?"

"Oh," said Victoria, getting another sniff and smirking again as she recognized the smell. "So that's why he needs a bath." She shot Daisy a knowing look. "Naughty girl!"

Daisy's face went nuclear. "I—I had to! The other girls in here would've—!"

Victoria laughed. "Relax, sweetheart. I'm not judging." She glanced back at Max. "Honestly, sweetie, I'm a little surprised you actually found a girl willing to let you in her pants!"

Max threw his hands up. "Do we have to talk about this right now?"

"I suppose not." Victoria shrugged, then—without warning—plopped Max directly into her cleavage. 

All at once, the world around Max vanished into warm, perfumed darkness. The soft, pillowy flesh of Victoria's breasts enveloped him, pressing against every inch of his body. The faint thud of her heartbeat echoed in his ears, and the heady mix of her perfume and natural scent filled his lungs. He squirmed, but there was nowhere to go—just endless, suffocating softness.

"There," Victoria purred, giving her chest a little jiggle for emphasis. "Comfy, sweetie?"

"Victoria!" he sputtered, his voice muffled by her bosom.

"Oh, hush," she chided, adjusting her blouse to keep him snugly in place. "Don't act like you're not loving this."

"Oh my god," Hazel wheezed, fanning herself. "That's—wow. That's really doing it for me."

Daisy, still bright red, cleared her throat. "S-so, uh. You're gonna take him home now?"

"Mhm." Victoria smoothed a hand over her chest, ensuring Max was securely tucked away. "I mean, obviously he can't stay here like this."

"You're leaving? Right now?" Hazel's eyes lit up. "Oh! Oh, shit, wait—!" She scrambled forward, nearly tripping over her own sweatpants. "Listen, I helped make the serum that shrank him."

"Oh, really?" Victoria sounded genuinely impressed.

"Yeah!" Hazel nodded eagerly. "So, like—hypothetically—if I happened to know a way to maybe un-shrink your miniguy, er, stepson… would that, like… impress you?"

Max's voice came out more muffled than ever from Victoria's cleavage. "No! No way!"

"I suppose it would." Victoria ignored her stepson, studying Hazel with amused curiosity. "And what would you get out of this?"

"What me?" Hazel grinned, shameless. "Nothing. No ulterior motives whatsoever…"

Daisy sighed. "Hazel, you're literally drooling."

Hazel wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, undeterred. "Well, I mean, obviously you'd have to stick around here for a while for me to run some tests on him. And if you wanted to, maybe, I dunno, sit on my face sometime, or something..."

"Max, where'd you find this one?" Victoria returned Hazel's grin. "I like her style."

Max groaned. "Kill me now."