Getting to the Bottom of Autumn Shrunken First Semester chapter 7 by maximally

By now, the Students for Tinies were totally inundated by a sickening haze of burnt weed, flop sweat, stale chips, and a dozen other far more worrisome biological odors. Still, they pressed on. Lotte led the way through the dim, cluttered hallway of House Proserpina’s first floor, her wrinkled button-up shirt clinging to her chubby frame. Sydney bounced along beside her, pink twin-tails swaying, Hello Kitty pajama shorts wedged so deep between her massive ass cheeks that the fabric disappeared into the crack. Akane trailed behind, towering at 6’3”, her oversized turtleneck barely hiding the way her heavy tits shifted with every nervous step. 

 

Meanwhile, Max was still hopelessly jammed in Sydney’s ass, his face smashed right up against her sweaty, twitching hole. Every step she took mashed him deeper, her massive cheeks slapping together and grinding him into a fresh layer of ass funk. The sweet, fake smell of her cotton-candy perfume didn’t stand a chance against the raw, tangy stink of her crack. Every so often, a bubbly fart would ripple past, blasting him with a lungful of hot, eggy gas. All he could do was hold his breath and hope she remembered he was back there.

 

“You sure you know where her room is, Lotte?” Sydney sidled up next to Lotte for a playful hip-check, jostling her shrunken butt passenger even harder. "I thought she dumped you before she transferred in here."

 

“We did, but I helped her move.” Lotte kept walking, scanning every door they passed. “And I was the one who broke up with her, just so we're clear." 

 

“I know, I know.” Sydney crossed her arms, subjecting her already-overstrained pajama top to even more pressure. “And you've been back in turbo-virgin mode ever since."

 

“Very funny.” Lotte sighed. “Here we are.”

 

They stopped at a door plastered with peeling anime stickers. Lotte hesitated, then stepped up and knocked twice.

 

The door cracked open, revealing one of Autumn’s two new roommates—a failed House Juno acolyte named Winter. Even after a year in Proserpina, she still looked the part of a Goth House Goth: 5’1”, pale, purple-haired, severe black bangs framing a face covered in emo makeup and utter disinterest. Her black crop top barely contained her curvy chest, and low-slung sweatpants exposed the top of her plump asscrack. She looked the three visiting nerds up and down with flat, bored eyes.

 

“What do you want?” Her voice was an annoyed grunt, like this was already a waste of her time. “You new here or something?”

 

“Hey. Winter, right?” Lotte took a step forward, forcing a smile. “Is, uh… is Autumn around?”

 

“Yeah." Winter scowled. "She's busy."

 

Behind her, there was a muffled moan—the voice of Autumn’s other roommate, Summer.

 

“Fuuuck—right there!”

 

 

A second later, a thunderous fart ripped through the hall, followed by two quick, wet blasts. The stench hit like a wall—pure Summer, thick and meaty, the kind of gas that had gotten her booted from House Diana last year. The sheer force was enough to flutter Winter’s hair, but the little goth didn’t even flinch.

 

“You want me to take a message?” Winter readjusted her bangs, remarkably unfazed.

 

“Look, I…” Lotte cleared her throat, trying not to cough. “I- we need to talk to her. It’s important.”

 

“Whatever,” Winter snapped, rolling her eyes and stepping back through the doorway.

 

The room was just as much of a pigsty as Lotte had feared. It was officially a triple, though all three of the room's twin beds had been pushed together in the center of the room to form a super-sized king. Every wall was plastered with scantily clad anime girls and outright porn, and every available flat surface was loaded up with sex toys, lube bottles, empty energy drink cans, and thick, sticky stacks of fetish manga and dirty magazines. The air was a full five or six degrees warmer, and the smell of cum and farts even worse than it was out in the hall—probably thanks to what Winter's roommates were doing on the bed.

 

Summer was sprawled face-down on the bed, her massive 6’3” strong-fat figure glistening with sweat, black shorts yanked down around her thick thighs, her enormous ass — pale, dimpled, and streaked with stretch marks — jutted up in the air. And there, right behind her, was Autumn—neon green hair matted, glasses fogged, face completely buried between her roommate’s sweaty cheeks. Her tongue was still working, lapping greedily at Summer’s puckered hole as the blonde amazon shuddered through the last waves of her orgasm.

 

Glancing up at the visitors, Summer offered a little nod of acknowledgement. “Hey. Lotte, right?”

 

“Hi there,” said Lotte, already blushing. “You, uh… mind if we borrow Autumn for a second?”

 

“Is that Lotte?” Autumn finally pulled back, strings of spit and ass juice connecting her lips to Summer’s twitching rim. Her freckled face was shiny with sweat and smeared with musk, neon highlights sticking to her forehead—and when she saw her old roommate, her eyes lit up.

 

“It is!” Autumn squealed, scrambling to her feet. She lunged forward, grabbing Lotte’s flushed face and planting a deep, hungry kiss on her lips before Lotte could react. Lotte squeaked, hands flailing, tasting the sour, fermented tang of Summer’s ass on Autumn’s tongue.

 

Akane’s face went scarlet. Sydney giggled, clenching her ass cheeks playfully—squeezing Max harder against her sweaty hole and forcing a tiny, muffled yelp out of him as the pressure mashed his face back into her sticky pucker.

 

"Fuck, you still taste good." Autumn broke the kiss with a wet smack. “You here to play?” She glanced back at the bed where Summer rolled over, sweaty tits flopping free. Beside her, Winter was already peeling off her top. “We’ve always got room for one more.” She glanced at Akane and Sydney and wiggled her eyebrows. “Or three.”

 

"Thanks—I mean, n-no!" Lotte wiped her mouth, cheeks burning. “This is serious. We need to talk. Privately.”

 

Autumn pouted, but her grin grew. “Private, huh?” She leaned in. “You want me all to yourself again?”

 

Lotte shook her head quickly. “Somewhere quieter. Please.”

 

“Alright, alright.” Autumn shrugged. “Common room’s usually pretty empty around now.” She grabbed a loose tank top—stained and riding up to show her soft belly—and tugged it on. “C’mon. Let’s go.”

 

Lotte and company didn’t need to be told twice. As the foursome trekked back out into the hallway, every bounce of Sydney’s step jostled Max deeper into her crack; her pajama shorts had ridden up completely now, leaving his tiny body pressed right back against the bare, sweaty skin of her asshole. A fresh bead of ass sweat rolled down and coated him as they walked.

 

The common room was a disaster: fluorescent overheads flickering, bean bags leaking stuffing, empty cans and snack packaging everywhere, and the unmistakable smell of pure ass. Autumn flopped onto a sagging couch, spreading her thick thighs. The tank top did nothing to hide the hairy patches under her arms — which she'd also dyed green, to match her hair — or the way her shorts rode up into her crotch.

 

Lotte sat opposite, hands clasped tight. Sydney perched beside her, bouncing excitedly—each bounce grinding Max against her hole and making her giggle louder. Akane hovered awkwardly near the door, sweating through her sweater.

 

“So,” said Autumn, fingers idly tracing the outline of her sex through her shorts. “What’s up?”

 

“Well, we… I suppose the easiest way to…” Lotte stopped, then looked toward Sydney for help. “Why don’t you just show her?”

 

Sydney’s bright blue eyes gleamed. “Okay~!” She stood up, turned around, and bent forward slightly, presenting her massive, jiggling ass to the room. With a mischievous wiggle, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pajama shorts and yanked them down just enough to expose her deep, sweaty crack. The fabric peeled away from her cheeks with a sticky sound as she reached back, fingers delving between the plump globes, and fished Max out.

 

“Ta-da!" She held him up like a prize, dangling him by one leg. "Look what I found! Isn’t he the cutest little guy ever? I’ve been keeping him super safe and warm~!”

 

Autumn leaned forward, glasses slipping down her nose. Her breath still smelled like Summer's ass, mixed with Monster energy. “Holy shit. He’s a really small one.” She licked her lips. “How long’s he been like this?”

 

“We don’t know,” said Lotte. “Sydney found him this morning in our common room. No idea how it happened. I don’t know if you’ve been keeping up your research at all since you moved in here, but… did you ever make any progress on that regrowth formula we were working on?”