Tiny-sitting with Hazel Shrunken First Semester chapter 8 by maximally

Looking up at the giant, buck-toothed gooner, Max swallowed hard. Every second he spent trying to process this mess just made his heart pound harder. At this point, any hope of finding a halfway sane member of the Loser House to help him had vanished. Based on the way Hazel was eyeing him, he knew he needed to get out of here or risk becoming a permanent addition to her butt plug collection. She was clearly every bit as bad as her reputation. Maybe worse.

 

“I don’t know. Hazel,” Max stammered, struggling to get enough air into his lungs with Hazel’s sticky hand wrapped around him. “Hey, Lucky, d-didn’t you say you wanted to get to the dining hall after this? We should probably get going, right?”

 

“Huh?” Looking up from his phone, Lucky still seemed frustratingly unfazed—almost like it wasn’t the first time he’d seen his pear-shaped neighbor pleasuring herself in his presence. “I don’t remember saying that.”

 

Max grimaced. By now, he probably should have realized that his giant captor was not exactly Ventus’s brightest student.

 

“Aww, what’s the matter, miniguy?” As Hazel lifted Max back up to her lips, she blasted him with another torrent of stale Cheeto breath. “Was it something I said?”

 

Before Max could say anything back, Hazel swung him around to the seat of her sagging sweatpants, giving him a full, unfiltered view of her ass crack. Her cheeks were even bigger than Lucky’s, jiggling with years of Loser House living, and the smell hit Max like a wall, wiping out every thought in his head. Then it got worse.

 

 

Even two days with Lucky couldn’t have prepared Max for a fart like this. He’d heard the rumors—Hazel had single-handedly started the trend of Loser House girls taking supplements to make their bodily functions even grosser. One whiff and he was sure: nothing natural could smell this bad. The stench punched into his lungs like a chemical weapon, sending him into a coughing fit that wiped out his ability to talk or even think straight. Worst of all, buried under the stink, he felt a pulse of unwanted arousal. Hazel’s raw, lazy dominance was impossible to ignore. It left him disgusted—and, disturbingly, fascinated.

 

“…Or maybe something I ate?” Glancing back at her shrunken captive, Hazel bit her lip and gave her sizable rump a good wiggle for his benefit. “Sorry, miniguy. Couldn’t resist.”

 

Hearing another gurgle, Max winced—only to realize it was coming from Lucky’s stomach, not Hazel.

 

“Damn,” said Lucky, looking up from his phone again. “I dunno why I’ve been shitting my brains out all morning. Might have to go deal with that.”

 

“Sounds like a big one.” Hazel removed her now-sticky hand from her pants and licked her fingers. “You want some help? I’ve always wanted to catch that ass in action.”

 

“Very funny,” Lucky scoffed, accustomed to this level of forwardness from his neighbor. “For real, though, I just got a text from Ravi. Sounds like he wants to link up for lunch. If you wanna run some tests on this guy, I can leave him here for a couple hours?”

 

“What?” Finally gaining enough composure to speak again, Max was practically shouting. “Alone? With her?”

 

“Sounds like heaven!” Hazel beamed. “Tell goth boy I say hi. And tell him his sister still owes me fifty bucks for that last batch of serum.”

 

“Sure,” said Lucky, already getting up to leave. “Max, you cool with this?”

 

“I…” Again, Max winced. “Can’t I just go with you?”

 

“Huh?” Lucky scowled. “I mean, don’t you wanna see if Haze can get you back to normal?”

 

Max could tell there was no way he was talking either of them out of this. At the same time, he knew Lucky had a point—Hazel was probably the only person in the whole house smart enough to even try fixing him, even if she had zero reason to help. Still, the idea of being left alone with her made his skin crawl. He had no clue what she might do next, but he knew it wouldn’t be good. All he could do was hope he’d still be in one piece by the time Lucky got back. “Yeah.”

 

“Don’t worry, miniguy,” Hazel chuckled. “You’ll be fine. Probably.”

 

“Cool.” Shuffling over to the door, Lucky flashed a final half-assed peace sign and stepped out into the hallway. “Later.”

 

The door slammed shut, loud enough for Max to instinctively flinch. Whether he liked it or not, he was now in Hazel’s world.

 

 

“Whew,” Hazel sighed, leaning to one side in her gaming chair to let her latest release waft out. “That was a wet one!”

 

Max met Hazel’s gaze again, fighting to keep a straight face and not cough. Her second fart was quieter, but just as foul as the first—so bad he half-expected she’d shit herself. Not that he was about to ask.

 

“Hey, uh, Hazel?” As absurd as this all still felt, he got the feeling that it would be in his best interests to keep Hazel talking for as long as he could—on the off chance that it would prevent her from subjecting him to whatever experiments she had in mind. “What was that you just said a second ago, about making serum for someone?”

 

“Huh?” Hazel glanced down at Max, seemingly once again surprised that he had any ability to talk at all. “Oh, yeah, for Kali. Big Indian chick from the goth house.” She flashed a grin. “You want me to get you two introduced? She loves guys like you!”

 

“K-Kali?” Again, Max winced. Of course, he was well aware of Kali Chandra—another infamous Ventus undergrad he’d been warned about during orientation. Well over six feet tall and built like a hyper-feminine tank, the Indian amazon was the current senior ringleader of House Juno—and was rumored to have a penchant for turning shorter, weaker men into her personal playthings. “You made some shrinking serum for her?”

 

“Yeah,” said Hazel, sounding more than a little proud. “There used to be a couple Minerva girls who did it too, but they all graduated last semester. I’m pretty sure I’m the only supplier on campus now. Well, the only good one.”

 

Max shook his head, struggling to accept just how casually Hazel was dropping all of this on him. “You mean… You could have made the serum that shrank me?”

 

“Yeah,” said Hazel, smiling. “Now that you mention it. I probably did. Small world, huh? No pun intended.”

 

“Oh,” said Max, again doing his best to avoid completely losing his shit. “Wow.”

 

“Wouldn’t be surprised if you got dosed by one of Kali’s cronies, too. Those bitches love their shrinking serum.” She raised her free hand and rubbed her fingers against her thumb, and nodded toward the giant computer behind them. “See that rig? They paid for both of my graphics cards.”

 

“That’s… huh.” Max took a deep breath, trying to stay on task. “So, I know you said before that this stuff is usually permanent, but-”

 

“I did, I did.” Hazel lowered her eyes lustfully. “But I’m always up for a little… exploratory testing.”

 

As Max began to respond, he once again found himself being lowered toward Hazel’s nether regions—and this time, she used her other hand to pull open the waistband for him. “Wait,” he gasped, “Hazel! Please!!! I-”

 

Of course, Hazel did what Hazel wanted to do. In a blink, Max was buried in a hot, sticky jungle of pubic hair, the air thick with the smell of swamp crotch and arousal. Her vagina loomed in front of him—huge, glistening, twitching like some alien beast ready to swallow him whole.

 

Above him, Hazel’s waistband snapped shut, plunging him into sweaty darkness. The fabric pressed him tight, soaked with her body heat, her heartbeat thumping through it. Her clit, enormous compared to his head, throbbed with each increasing beat, and her opening seemed poised to swallow him without hesitation—clearly well-worn from years of near-constant sex toy use. As if she could read his mind, Hazel’s finger pressed him closer, inch by inch, toward the void.

 

“Hang on, miniguy,” Hazel breathed, her voice already shuddering. “Remember: this is for science."

 

*

 

The next few hours made Max’s day with Lucky feel like a warmup. The inside of Hazel’s vagina was like a whole new universe—dark, wet, hot, and crushing. For at least forty minutes, all he knew was the endless squeeze of her body as she gooned herself stupid. Only after her third — or maybe fourth — orgasm did she finally fish him out.

 

Of course, even then, his respite was short-lived. Just a few seconds after removing him from her dripping sex, she’d wasted no time popping him right into her mouth like a piece of candy, citing a need to procure a DNA sample to move forward with all of her testing. Only then had Max realized that all of her gooning was just the warmup—the necessary exercise to help her focus on the real task she’d promised Lucky to pursue.

 

Hazel’s mouth was just as nasty as her breath promised, and her huge, greedy tongue was even worse. The way it went straight for his groin — and the way she kept resisting the urge to swallow him — made it clear he probably wasn’t the first shrunken person to end up in her clutches. Technically, it was a blowjob, but nothing like Max had ever imagined. For a kissless virgin still reeling from yesterday, being sucked dry inside Hazel’s mouth was almost too much to handle.

 

When he came, it felt like she was pulling the very soul out of his body—and the whole experience was rendered even more surreal and humiliating by the fact that she immediately spat him out into a waiting test tube. His “DNA” sample went into a tiny centrifuge on her desk—and he was moved to the waiting confines of yet another of her orifices.

 

If Lucky’s ass was big and filthy, Hazel’s was on another level. Max was trapped under two mountains of blubber, the sweaty star of her asshole always looming above him. Time stopped making sense. The only rhythm came from the endless gurgling of Hazel’s gut, broken up by wet, thundering farts.

 

Somehow, in all the chaos, Max’s mind started to drift. He was getting used to it. Worse, he felt a weird, reluctant thrill at being trapped by Hazel. Dread mixed with a sick curiosity about how he was changing. Was Hazel’s raw power awakening something in him? Or had she already dosed him with something that was sparking these thoughts? He couldn’t deny the questions — or the reactions — starting to bubble up inside him.

 

If nothing else, Max was getting better at handling farts. Lucky’s trial by fire had toughened him up. Now he could last a few seconds after each blast before coughing. Whether that was a good thing — or just proof he was getting warped — was another question.

 

Hazel was shifting around above him again, probably back in her gaming chair, lost in another gooning session while she finished her tests. Max could hear her munching — definitely more Cheetos — and not bothering to wipe her hands before going right back to her soaked crotch. It was almost enough to make him miss Lucky. Then, against all odds, he heard the door open.

 

“Well?”

 

Hearing his original giant guardian’s voice, Max felt a surge of hope. Lucky was back.

 

“Well, well, well.” Hazel giggled, swiveling around in her chair.

 

“So,” said Lucky, hip-checking the door shut behind him. “How’s it been going?”

 

“We’ve had a very productive afternoon,” said Hazel, reaching back to pry Max out of his prison. “Isn’t that right, Max?”

 

Max squinted as his eyes readjusted to the blinding light—and his lungs to the rare, fart-free air outside Hazel’s ass. He flinched, realizing just how fast he was getting used to all this. “I... hey, Lucky.”

 

“Hey.” Sizing Max up, Lucky grinned. “Seems like you’ve been having a good time.”

 

Realizing what Lucky meant, Max groaned. Thanks to Hazel’s endless softness, he’d been hard all afternoon.

 

“I knew I liked you, miniguy.” Hazel matched Lucky’s grin. “Now… c’mon over here. I think you’re gonna like what I found…”