Loser House Field Trip Shrunken First Semester chapter 6 by maximally

Lotte took a few steps toward the terrarium, pushed her thick glasses up her nose again, and looked back at Sydney and Akane. Based on her expression, she was about to acknowledge a very large and unpleasant elephant in the room. Finally, she spoke.

 

“I think we should talk to Autumn.”

 

“Autumn? Autumn Diaz?” All at once, Sydney’s bubbly smile went sour. “That’s a joke, right?”

 

Recalling that name from his first few days on campus, Max winced. Autumn was one of the many young women his orientation leader had warned him to avoid by name—a chubby, green-haired mechanical engineering prodigy who’d gotten kicked out of the Nerd House for “unethical research,” only to avoid expulsion by accepting a transfer to Proserpina. She was, by all accounts, brilliant. But she was also one of the single horniest, most depraved undergrads at Ventus—and at a school like Ventus, that was really saying something. 

 

“I mean, if anyone’s gonna eat this guy, it should be one of us.” Sydney snorted, leaning against the desk so her enormous breasts strained the buttons of her too-small Hello Kitty top. “Y’know. For science or whatever.”

 

“Syd.” Lotte crossed her arms. “Come on. You’re gonna scare him.”

 

“He should know!” Sydney shot back. “I mean, it’d be his funeral.”

 

“Know what?” Max spoke again, voice cracking. From what he’d heard about Autumn, this definitely matched her reputation.

 

“Autumn was our fourth member,” said Sydney, turning around and leaning over the terrarium again. “I think she built about half the gear in Lotte’s little ‘rescue center,’ isn’t that right, Lotte?”

 

“Yes, Syd.” Lotte scowled. “Although I’ve updated a lot of those components since last semester.”

 

“Sure,” Sydney giggled. “Anyway, we kicked her out.”

 

“Oh…” Max hesitated, unsure he really wanted to know how this story ended. “How’d that happen?”

 

“It’s complicated,” said Lotte, seemingly eager to move on.

 

“Not really,” Sydney quipped. “Long story short, right before winter break last year, a bunch of our rescues started going missing. For a while, we just figured they were running away. It’s happened before.” She paused, glancing over to Akane. “Then one night we were all hanging out in Akane’s room, and Autumn did a total paint job in the bathroom. Akane went to unclog it, and…” She shrugged. “Let’s just say there were a couple of little skeletons poking out of the top.”

 

Akane’s face went scarlet.  She hugged her oversized turtleneck tighter around her massive chest, as if the fabric could hide the way her body heat was already making the sweater cling. “I still have nightmares about that… Those poor little guys…”

 

“Oh.” Max grimaced. “Jesus.”

 

“Yeah,” said Sydney, returning her attention to Lotte. “Not great. Which makes me wonder what this is really about. This isn’t your way of trying to get back with her, is it?”

 

“No, Syd.” Lotte grumbled. “This isn’t about that. Look, I know she’s not perfect. I think I’m… uniquely qualified to say that. But she still knows more about shrunken guys than all three of us put together.” She glanced down at Max, still naked and shivering on the fake grass. “And every time we’ve tried going to the administration for help, it never goes anywhere. No follow-ups, no records, nothing.”

 

“Duh,” Sydney scoffed. “I mean, do you remember the way Paula was looking at the last guy we turned over to her? We’ve probably hand-delivered a dozen guys right into Queen Bea’s panties.”

 

Lotte didn’t argue. “Look, if there’s a better option on the table right now, I’m not seeing it.”

 

“I dunno, dude.” Sydney raised her arms over her head for a stretch, her pajama top riding up to expose the soft, pale roll of her belly. “I mean, how would that even work? She’s banned from ever coming in here again. And bringing a fresh tiny into the Loser House is like tossing a raw steak into a dog kennel.” She smirked. “You know what those girls are like. I bet half of them haven’t even seen a normal-sized guy since move-in day.”

 

“M-maybe…” Akane’s voice came out small but firm. “Maybe Max should get to decide?”

 

When all three girls turned their attention back to him, Max felt their stares hit like a ton of bricks. The thought of adding another giantess to the mix — especially one with a reputation for snacking on guys his size — made his insides twist. Still, that tiny, desperate flicker of hope Lotte had given him just wouldn’t go out.

 

“I mean… if there’s even a tiny chance she can help…” He swallowed. “I’ll go.”

 

“Oh, man.” Sydney shook her head. “This is gonna be priceless.”

 

Beside her, Lotte offered Max a solemn nod of respect. “Okay.” She checked her digital watch and frowned. “Well, it’s almost noon, so most of the girls over there should still be asleep.”

 

“Then we don’t have a second to lose,” Sydney giggled, wiggling her fingers. “Dibs on hanging onto him until we get there!”

 

Before anyone could stop her, she popped the terrarium lid, reached in, and pinched Max between two soft fingers. He dangled helplessly as she lifted him out, the sudden rush of warmer, thicker air hitting his bare skin.

 

“Sydney, wait—” Lotte started.

 

“Nope!” Sydney chirped. She spun around, yanked the waistband of her pajama shorts and panties forward just enough, and dropped Max straight down the back. He slid along the warm slope of her lower back, past the cotton candy scent of her perfume, until he landed face-first in the deep, plush crack of her ass. The fabric snapped back into place, trapping him in humid darkness.

 

The heat was immediate and overwhelming. Sydney’s skin was slick with sweat, her pajama shorts having marinated all day. Every time she moved, her massive cheeks mashed together, squishing him even deeper in the humid darkness. The air was thick with the sour tang of unwashed skin and a hint of cheap detergent. Max tried to push back, but his hands just sank into her flesh like he was kneading bread dough.

 

“Syd!” Lotte snapped. “Really?”

 

“What?” Sydney just giggled. “Seems like good practice for the Loser House, right? He’ll be spending a lot of time in butts way bigger and stinkier than mine if Autumn’s friends ever get a hold of him.”

 

Akane made a strangled squeak. “S-Sydney, that’s… that’s really not safe! He could suffocate!”

 

“He’s tougher than he looks,” Sydney said, patting her rear possessively. The impact jolted Max hard against her skin. “Besides, he likes it. Don’t you, cutie?”

 

Max’s answer was lost in the muffled press of her ass as she started moving.

 

*

 

The trip across campus felt like it would never end. Every step Sydney took bounced Max against her sweaty skin, making him slide a little farther down the swampy canyon of her crack. Soon enough, his nose was mashed right up against the wrinkled ring of her asshole. The musky, bitter stink filled his lungs; he gagged, but there was nowhere to escape. Sometimes Sydney would clench on purpose, giggling whenever he squirmed.

 

Outside, the midday California sun baked the campus paths—and Sydney’s body only got hotter. Sweat beaded along her crack, trickling down to soak Max. The air was so thick he could barely breathe. Every time Sydney exhaled, it just got hotter and wetter. Max tried to brace himself, but her cheeks were too soft, too slippery. He hated how his body reacted, hated the dizzy, shameful rush every time her ass clapped together and squeezed him.

 

Akane walked beside Sydney, glancing nervously at her rear every few seconds. “You’re sure he’s okay in there? It’s really hot today…”

 

“He’s fine,” Sydney sang. “He’s probably having the time of his life.”

 

Lotte trailed behind, arms crossed, muttering about ventilation and safety protocols.

 

They crossed the big central lawn. Max could tell when Sydney started up a hill—her glutes flexed, squeezing him in slow, pulsing waves. Each squeeze mashed him deeper, smearing sweat all over his chest, his legs, his face. The smell got even stronger, almost personal. He could feel her heartbeat through the massive wall of flesh trapping him.

 

House Proserpina loomed ahead: a run-down two-story brick building that looked like it hadn’t seen any serious attention from the school’s building & grounds crew in decades. Weeds choked the walls, one of the lights beside the front door flickered permanently, and above the entryway, someone had taped a faded cardboard sign: “WELCOME TO THE LOSER HOUSE – ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER (unless u got snacks).”

 

Sydney stopped at the bottom of the cracked front steps. Her glutes relaxed slightly, giving Max a momentary respite from the crushing pressure. He gulped the comparatively cooler air that leaked in from above.

 

Akane fidgeted, tugging at her sweaty turtleneck. “M-maybe we should text Autumn first? Make sure she’s… decent?”

 

Lotte sighed. “She’s never decent.”

 

Sydney grinned widely, reached back, and gave her own ass a playful slap. The impact rippled through the flesh and slammed Max against her crack. “Too late now! C’mon, let’s go before someone sees us out here.”

 

Sydney bounced up the steps, each hop shoving Max even deeper until his face was mashed right back up against her asshole—hot, sticky, and twitching with excitement. The sour musk here was brutal, making his eyes water. He wriggled, desperate for air, but there was no escape.

 

Sydney pushed open the unlocked front door. A wave of stale air rolled out—old pizza, spilled energy drinks, unwashed bodies, and something faintly chemical. From deep inside the house came the low hum of multiple computer fans and the wet, unmistakable sound of at least one woman going to town on herself.

 

Stuck in the humid, stinking dark of Sydney’s ass, Max could only brace himself and hope whatever came next wasn’t even worse.