Giant Gooner Team-Up Shrunken First Semester chapter 11 by maximally

Hazel turned her attention to the chaos below. Then, with a single, effortless motion, she plucked another shrieking figure from the crowd—a tiny, flailing blonde whose shrill voice cut through the cacophony of screams. Max's stomach dropped as he recognized her instantly: Crystal West.

"Oh my god, put me down, you fucking freak!" The blonde Fortuna freshman screeched, her perfectly manicured hands batting uselessly against Hazel's fingers. Her blue eyes were wide with fury; her lip curled in disgust as she took in the sheer mass of the giantesses looming over her. "Do you have any idea who I am? I have followers! They'll cancel you for this!"

Hazel's smirk didn't waver. "Oh, please. Like anyone's gonna miss another basic e-girl." She turned to Daisy, her smirk turning wicked. "D, you hungry?"

Before Daisy could respond, Hazel stepped forward and pressed the squirming, screaming influencer directly into her surprised neighbor's half-open mouth. Daisy's eyes widened—shock, hesitation, then something darker flickering behind her gaze. Crystal's protests were muffled instantly as Daisy's lips closed around her, her tongue curling around the tiny, flailing figure. Then, out of pure, instinctual reflex, she swallowed—sending Crystal sliding down into the abyss of her stomach with a big, wet gulp.

For a moment, Daisy froze, her cheeks flushing crimson as the reality of what she'd just done sank in. Her free hand flew back to her crotch, fingers digging into the slick folds of her pussy as her back arched, her breasts heaving. "F-fuck!" she gasped, her voice trembling with raw, unfiltered pleasure. The sheer rush of living out one of her oldest fantasies — the warmth, the squirming, the power — was enough to send her into an instant, shuddering orgasm. 

Max could only stare in stunned horror from his perch between Daisy's sweat-slicked cleavage, feeling the vibrations of her moans reverberate through her chest. The sweet, shy girl who'd saved him from certain torment a week ago had just eaten someone. And from the way her hips were rocking, the way her breath came in ragged, euphoric bursts, she was loving it.

Hazel's grin was feral as she watched Daisy ride out the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Damn, D," she chuckled, stepping closer. "Didn't know you had it in you."

Daisy's face was flushed, her lips still parted in a dazed, pleasure-drunk haze. "I—I didn't—I mean—"

Hazel didn't let her finish. Instead, she took another step forward, her massive hands gripping Daisy's hips, and yanked her into a deep, sloppy kiss. Their tongues tangled, Hazel's buckteeth scraping against Daisy's lips as her moans melted into the embrace. When they finally pulled apart, Hazel's eyes were alight with mischief.

"Fuck, that was hot." She licked her lips. "How about we make it even hotter?"

Daisy blinked, still reeling. "H-how?"

Hazel's grin turned wicked. She leaned in, her breath hot against Daisy's ear. "Me eating that fat fucking ass of yours while all these little bugs watch." 

Daisy's breath hitched. For a moment, Max thought she might refuse—but then her lips curled into a shy, eager smile, and she nodded.

With an approving giggle, Hazel turned Daisy around, giving her a playful smack on the ass that sent ripples cascading across her gargantuan cheeks. The force of it alone nearly knocked Max out of his perch in Daisy's cleavage, but his giant guardian steadied herself against a nearby building—one of the few still standing after their rampage. Then, suddenly reminded of Max's precarious position, she plucked him out and set him down on the rooftop.

"Stay here, okay?" she murmured, her voice a mix of tenderness and barely restrained hunger. "I don't want you getting hurt."

Max didn't have time to process the absurdity of her concern before Hazel started moving again. The buck-toothed giantess dropped to her knees behind Daisy with a thud that sent shockwaves through the quad, her hands gripping Daisy's hips again as she buried her face between her neighbor's colossal, sweat-slicked cheeks and started licking.

"Ohhhh!" Daisy moaned, her head tipping back as Hazel's tongue delved deep, lapping at her asshole with shameless enthusiasm. Her fingers scrambled against the library's brick facade, her thighs quivering as Hazel ate her out like a woman starved. 

Below, the campus was in chaos. Students and faculty alike scrambled in every direction, their screams mingling with the occasional click of a phone camera. Some, against all survival instincts, had stopped to watch the two foul female titans going at it—their faces a mix of horror, fascination, and, in a few cases, unmistakable arousal.

"Holy shit," someone gasped.

"Are they—are they fingering themselves?!"

They were. Hazel's right hand was already buried between her own thighs, her fingers working in rough, frantic circles as she feasted on Daisy's ass. Daisy, meanwhile, had one hand braced against the library and the other shoved into her dripping pussy, her moans growing louder with every thrust of her fingers.

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In the heat of the moment, a nervous, bubbly fart escaped Daisy's ass, rippling against Hazel's face. For all non-giants unlucky enough to still be on the quad, the effect was instantaneous. A group of students directly beneath the two giantesses — a cluster of jocks who'd been too stunned to flee — doubled over as if struck by a physical force. Their faces contorted in agony, hands clutching their stomachs as the rancid cloud enveloped them. One girl collapsed retching into the grass. Another stumbled backward, her eyes watering as she gasped for air.

Daisy froze mid-moan, blushing redder than ever as she registered the devastation below. "S-sorry!" she stammered, her voice laced with genuine embarrassment.

Hazel pulled back just enough to glare up at her neighbor, her lips glistening with saliva and sweat. "Sorry?!" she scoffed, her voice dripping with mock outrage. "D, that was amazing." She grinned, her fingers never slowing their relentless pace on her clit. "Do it again."

Daisy blinked, her hesitation melting under Hazel's hungry gaze. Then, slowly, another smile tugged at her lips—this one darker, more deliberate.

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This time, she didn't hold back. Her next fart erupted from her ass with the force of a ruptured sewer line, a thick, humid blast of gas that slammed into the quad like a biological weapon. The sound alone shattered several nearby windows, and the smell hit like a physical wave—a noxious cocktail of rotten eggs, spoiled milk, and something distinctly Daisy that clung to the back of every throat within a hundred-yard radius. 

The girl who'd been retching earlier now lay flat on her back, twitching, her face a sickly shade of green. Her teammates had scattered, some collapsing mid-sprint, others clawing at their own faces in a futile attempt to escape the stench. Meanwhile, Hazel was in heaven.

"Fuck yes," the buck-toothed giantess moaned, her eyes rolling back as she inhaled deeply, savoring every rancid note. "More."

By now, drunk with pleasure and something much more sinister, Daisy's earlier inhibitions had completely vanished. Her fingers pistoned in and out of her sopping pussy, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Okay," she panted, her voice thick with arousal. "You asked for it…"

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From Max's perspective, every fart that followed was worse than the last, ripping through the air like acts of god. The air itself seemed to curdle, the once-pristine Southern California sunshine now filtered through a miasma of Daisy's digestive wrath, and the entirety of the Ventus campus was starting to smell like a broken septic system. Most people in his field of view were out cold or worse, and the few students still conscious were crawling on their hands and knees, their bodies wracked with coughs. Even he was on the verge of passing out—and after a week up Hazel's ass, that was saying something.

Of course, Hazel herself was loving every second of this. Her tongue worked faster, her fingers matching the rhythm as she felt Daisy's muscles tightening around her. "Fuck, D," she gasped. "You're gonna make me—"

"HAZEL!" Daisy's knees buckled as she came again, her ass clenching around Hazel's tongue, her whole body convulsing with pleasure. Hazel wasn't far behind—with a final, desperate grind of her fingers, she screamed, her back arching as her own climax ripped through her. The ground trembled—and the building bearing most of Daisy's weight began to shake.

Max barely had time to register the cracks spiderwebbing through the roof before it collapsed, sending him tumbling into open air. A scream tore from his throat—only to be cut off as a giant, sticky hand snatched him mid-fall.

"S-sorry," Daisy murmured, closing her fingers around him gently, her palm still slick with her own juices as she brought him up to her face. Her expression was dazed, her lips swollen from kissing Hazel, but there was still a flicker of concern in her eyes.  "Might have gotten a little carried away for a second there."

Max shuddered, his tiny body coated in a fresh layer of Daisy's slimy arousal—and as he stared into her warm, apologetic eyes, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of relief. At least one of these monstrous girls still cared whether he lived or died. But as his gaze drifted over the smoldering ruins of Ventus — the unconscious bodies, the crumbling buildings, the two towering, sex-drunk giantesses — he couldn't shake the feeling that the rest of the world wouldn't be so lucky.