Home Sweet Home Shrunken First Semester chapter 23 by maximally

When Daisy shouldered open the door to her room, the familiar stench of unwashed laundry and sex hit her like a wall. Hazel was sprawled across the bed, one hand buried between her thighs, the other scrolling through her phone with a glazed expression. A half-empty bag of Doritos lay spilled beside her, crumbs littering the sheets.

"Hey, D," Hazel drawled, not looking up. "How was class?"

"Long." Daisy sighed, peeling off her sweatpants and letting them drop to the floor with a damp plop.

"Damn, that bad?" Hazel finally glanced over, her bucktoothed grin widening as she took in Daisy's disheveled state. "Veronica give you a hard time?"

"You could say that." Daisy hesitated, then reached into her panties, carefully extracting Max. He tumbled onto her palm, coated in a fresh layer of sweat and ass-funk, his tiny chest heaving as he gulped in the marginally cleaner air of the room.

"C'mere." Hazel beckoned Daisy forward with a lazy wave. "You both look like you need to get off."

Daisy didn't argue. She climbed onto the bed, her weight making the mattress groan in protest, and set Max down on the nightstand beside an empty can of Monster and a crusty vibrator. Hazel immediately pulled her into a sloppy kiss, their lips meeting with a wet smack as Daisy melted into the embrace.

Max watched, transfixed, as Hazel's tongue plunged into Daisy's mouth, their moans mingling in the humid air. The buck-toothed genius's free hand groped the chubby ogress's massive breast, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh as Daisy shuddered. It was surreal. Just a week ago, Max had been a socially awkward virgin who'd never kissed a girl who wasn't a member of his family. Now, here he was, watching his two giant female guardians make out like it was the most natural thing in the world—and it was already getting him seriously worked up.

His tiny cock throbbed, straining against his stomach as he took himself in hand, stroking in time with the wet, rhythmic sounds of Hazel and Daisy's tongues tangling. He couldn't help it—the way Daisy's tits jiggled with every gasp, the way Hazel's thick thighs squeezed around her waist, the sheer filth of it all was too much to resist.

"Well, well," Hazel purred, breaking the kiss to glance down at him. A strand of spit still connected her lips to Daisy's. "Someone's enjoying the show."

Daisy followed her gaze, her cheeks flushing as she realized what Max was doing. "O-oh! Uh… hey, Max. Anything you want us to do for you?"

Max froze, his face burning. "I—uh—"

Hazel didn't give him time to finish. She reached over, her fingers still slick with her own arousal, and plucked him up. "No need to be shy, miniguy, "she chuckled, bringing him closer to her face. "We're all fuck-buddies here."

Max's protests died in his throat as Hazel's tongue darted out, giving him a long, sloppy lick from face to cock. Daisy watched, biting her lip, as Hazel lowered him between her and Daisy's spread legs.

"Think you can handle this?" Hazel teased, her breath hot against Max's tiny body.

Daisy answered for him. "He's handled worse."

Then, with a shared smirk, Hazel and Daisy pressed their pussies together, trapping Max in the slick, suffocating space between them.

All at once, Max's world narrowed to wetness and heat. Hazel's folds were a maze of sticky, musky flesh, her arousal dripping onto him as she ground against Daisy. Daisy's own sex was just as overwhelming—a plush, velvety vice that threatened to swallow him whole every time she moved. Even after everything he'd gone through at the hands of these two giant horny co-eds over the last week, this was an entirely new level of sensory overload.

Hazel's hips rolled, her clit dragging against Max's body as she rutted against Daisy. Daisy moaned, her fingers digging into Hazel's hips, her own movements growing more frantic. Max was crushed between them, his tiny form trapped against Hazel's swollen lips.

"Fuck," Hazel gasped, her breath coming in ragged bursts. "D—fuck—I think I'm gonna…"

Daisy whimpered in agreement as she chased her own climax. Max could feel it building—the tension in their bodies, their movements growing erratic, their pussies clenching around him like they were trying to milk him dry. Then, as if on cue, all three of them came.

Hazel's orgasm hit first, her back arching as a gush of warm fluid soaked Max's chest. Daisy followed a second later, her cry muffled against Hazel's shoulder as her hips stuttered, her sex pulsing around Max in waves. It was more than enough to send him over the edge too—his tiny body convulsing, his release lost in the flood of their combined arousal.

For a moment, the room was silent save for their heavy breathing. Then…

BBBBRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPP

Hazel's fart ripped through the air, loud and unapologetic, her asscheeks vibrating against Daisy's thigh—and as the scene began to waft up to Max's perch between them, his first response was to laugh. And for some reason, he couldn't stop.

It was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. Here he was, coated in the juices of two giant women, still trembling from the aftershocks of his own orgasm, and this was how they chose to cap it off?

Hazel grinned down at him, her buckteeth glinting in the dim light. "What's so funny, miniguy?"

"Nothing." Max shook his head, still chuckling. "Just… everything."

Daisy smiled, reaching down to pluck him from between their thighs. She brought him to her lips, pressing a kiss to his tiny, sticky form. "Don't worry," she murmured. "I get it."

And as Hazel's arm curled around Daisy's waist, pulling her closer, Max realized that Veronica was right. He was made for this. And he wouldn't have it any other way.