Three's a Crowd Shrunken First Semester chapter 5 by maximally

Of course, he didn’t say anything. He stayed hidden.

 

No way, Max thought, pressing himself back against the pile of receipts and empty cans. Maddie’s chill, but she’s high as hell right now. Better stay put until Zeke gets rid of her… whenever that is. He didn’t trust himself to guess what a stoned Maddie might do. Safer to stay invisible. Safer to wait.

 

Maddie didn’t waste time. She slid off the bed onto her knees between Zeke’s spread thighs, yanking his sweatpants and boxers down in one smooth motion. Zeke’s thick cock sprang free, already fully hard and glistening at the tip. Maddie’s green eyes lit up with lazy hunger. “Mmm, there he is,” she murmured, then leaned in without another word.

 

The blowjob was long, sloppy, and loud.

 

Her freckled cheeks hollowed as she took him deep on the first try, lips stretching wide around his girth. Wet, obscene gluck-gluck-gluck sounds filled the room immediately—gagging, slurping, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth and dripping down his shaft in thick strings. She bobbed fast and messily, head bobbing, short blonde pixie cut bouncing with every plunge. Zeke’s hand rested gently on the back of her head, not pushing, just guiding. “Shit, Mads… yeah, just like that,” he groaned, hips twitching up to meet her throat.

 

Max couldn’t look away.

 

After almost ten minutes of that relentless, noisy worship, Maddie stood up, peeled off her sweatshirt and bra in one motion, and shoved her brown sweatpants and panties down her thick thighs. Her big, plush 190-pound ass jiggled freely as she climbed onto the bed, turning around so she faced away from Zeke—reverse-cowgirl, ass pointed straight at the desk like it was on purpose.

 

Max’s drawer rattled as the bedframe shook from her weight settling.

 

She sank down onto Zeke’s cock with a long, satisfied moan, her massive cheeks spreading wide as she took him to the hilt. Then she started riding—slow at first, then faster, her soft, heavy ass bouncing and clapping with every drop. The bed creaked and thumped like a drum. The entire desk vibrated. Max’s drawer slid open another full inch with a soft click, giving him an even clearer view of her enormous, pale ass rippling and jiggling inches away.

 

Max’s mind raced as he watched Maddie’s massive ass bounce and clap directly toward him. This wasn’t the first time Zeke had sexiled him. There had already been four or five nights this semester where Zeke would shoot him a quick text—“dude gtfo for an hour”—and Max would end up exiled to the lounge or the library with his laptop, headphones in, pretending to study while he waited it out. But this… this was worse than all of them combined. Trapped naked in a drawer, forced to watch and smell every single second while his roommate got exactly the kind of casual, horny college hookup Max had always fantasized about but was too awkward and socially terrified to chase for himself.

 

This is what it’s like for everyone else, he thought bitterly, tiny hand unconsciously drifting toward his own aching cock. Weed, Netflix, lazy flirting, and then just… this. No big deal. Normal college life. The thought stung. He wondered if he’d ever get a chance at that himself—even if he somehow got back to normal size. Would he still be the awkward virgin watching from the sidelines? Or would this nightmare finally change everything?

 

The smells intensified. Her natural musk—warm, slightly tangy from the long morning, mixed with the greasy takeout she’d eaten for breakfast—flooded the drawer. Sweat glistened on the small of her back. And then, mid-bounce, Maddie let out a casual, absent-minded fart—brrrt—right as her cheeks spread on a downward thrust. It was warm, earthy, and unmistakable, washing straight over the open drawer like a humid cloud. She didn’t even acknowledge it; she just kept riding harder, lost in the rhythm.

 

Max’s heart hammered. Terror, jealousy, and a sick, unwanted arousal warred inside him. This is insane. I’m right here. They’re fucking like I don’t exist. His tiny cock was rock-hard now, throbbing painfully. After another minute of helpless staring, he resigned himself. Just… clear my head, he rationalized, wrapping his tiny hand around himself. Get it over with so I can think straight again. He started stroking in time with her bounces, shame burning his face even as pleasure built.

 

The room filled with the wet slap-slap-slap of her ass against Zeke’s thighs, her breathy moans, and Zeke’s low groans. Maddie’s pace grew frantic, ass cheeks rippling wildly, another small fart slipping out unnoticed as she chased her orgasm. The drawer shook harder.

 

They came together—Zeke with a deep grunt, Maddie with a shaky, raspy cry, her whole body shuddering as she ground down hard one last time. Her ass clenched and relaxed, cheeks still spread toward the desk.

 

Then they collapsed in a sweaty, naked pile on the bed, breathing hard, limbs tangled. Maddie rolled off to the side, her big soft thigh draping over Zeke’s waist, ass still facing the desk like a fleshy wall. Zeke reached for the bong, packed a fresh bowl, and they sparked up again, the sweet skunky smoke curling through the air.

 

The Netflix documentary autoplayed in the background—something about octopus migrations now.

 

“Dude… that was exactly what I needed.” Maddie took a long hit, held it, then passed the bong while cuddling closer, her voice lazy and content. “Hey, uh, where’s Max?”

 

Zeke exhaled a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling, one hand idly stroking her freckled shoulder. He felt no rush to ruin the post-sex glow. “Max? I dunno. He’s probably just out.”

 

Maddie hummed, freckles crinkling as she frowned thoughtfully. “That’s weird. I feel like he barely ever leaves your room. Like, ever. You sure he’s not just… I dunno, passed out somewhere?”

 

Zeke chuckled softly, taking another hit. “He’s fine, Mads. Trust me.”

 

Max lay there in the drawer, chest heaving, tiny cock still twitching in his hand, covered in his own mess and dripping with frustration. The drawer was open wider now. The giants were naked, cuddling, and casually talking about him like he was just some missing roommate—not the tiny, naked, cum-covered boy literally ten feet away, trapped and forced to listen to every word.

 

The documentary narrator droned on about deep-sea creatures.