JJ's Littlest Fan Shrunken First Semester chapter 3 by maximally

 

Max barely had time to process the sound of the door before a tall, curvaceous redhead stepped into the common room.

 

Joy “JJ” Jubilance was even more overwhelming in person than she’d been on his old laptop screen—six feet of freckled skin, long red hair, and curves that strained against a white-and-blue cropped hoodie and skin-tight black yoga pants. The @JoyJubilance handle across her plump, doughy ass looked painted on. Her Crocs slapped against the floor as she scanned the room, green eyes sharp and slightly glassy, like she was still shaking off whatever she’d gotten into last night.

 

Then those eyes landed on the three-inch naked boy standing on the coffee table.

 

JJ stopped dead.

 

“Ohmigod.”

 

Before Max could even think about hiding, she was crossing the room with her massive hand extended. Two fingers pinched him around the waist and lifted him straight into the air.

 

Up close, she smelled like vanilla body spray and sweat. As she brought him up to eye level, tilting her head as if she were examining a strange new accessory, her breath washed over him—stale and slightly sweet, with the unmistakable scent of Celsius.

 

“Holy shit,” she murmured. “What happened to you, lil’ guy?”

 

“I—I don’t know,” Max stammered, legs kicking uselessly in the air. “I woke up like this. I was at a party last night and—”

 

JJ wasn’t really listening. She turned him slowly between her fingers, studying every inch of his naked body with open curiosity.

 

“Classic,” she mused. “Did one of my girls shrink you? Or…” Her glossy lips curved into a knowing smirk. “Did you shrink yourself? For me?”

 

Max’s face burned. “N-no! I didn’t—”

 

JJ’s smirk widened. She gave him a little shake that made his stomach lurch.

 

“So you are a fan,” she said, sounding pleased with herself. “Knew it. You’ve got that look. All wide-eyed and nervous like you can’t believe you’re actually talking to me.” She brought him closer to her face, green eyes glittering. “You got, like, a favorite video? The one where I sat on that loser’s face at the pool party? Or the drama report where I dragged that girl for copying my aesthetic? Be honest.”

 

Max’s mouth moved before his brain could stop it.

 

“I… well, I used to watch your stuff a lot. Back in high school.”

 

The words hung in the air for half a second too long.

 

JJ’s smile didn’t disappear, but something in her eyes cooled. Her head tilted the other way.

 

“Used to?”

 

Max realized his mistake instantly. His stomach dropped.

 

“I… that’s not what I meant.” He backpedaled, voice cracking. “Your vlogs and the drama reports and everything, they’re really good, I just… haven’t really kept up lately. College and stuff, y’know?”

 

“Sure. I see how it is.” JJ let out a short, sharp little laugh that didn’t reach her eyes. “What happened? Did I stop being hot enough for you? Or did you just get bored and move on to the next girl with a fat ass and a camera?”

 

“No! That’s not—” Max squirmed in her grip. “I didn’t mean it like that! I swear!”

 

JJ’s expression shifted. The bubbly Valley Girl mask slipped for a second, revealing something sharper and more insecure underneath. At twenty-six, she was already painfully aware she was on the older end of the e-girl spectrum—and being the dorm mom for a house like Fortuna wasn’t helping. Every semester the new crop of freshmen arrived with tighter bodies, bigger followings, and that fresh, hungry energy that made the entire house orbit around them. JJ told herself she was the mentor, the one molding the next generation of internet goddesses. But deep down she knew the truth: the second these girls stopped needing her, she’d be nothing but the washed-up dorm mom who used to be relevant.

 

And now, here was another shrunken little perv who had clearly come looking for one of them.

 

“Of course,” she muttered, more to herself than to him. “Every time I find one of you little guys in here, you’re always trying to get to Bella. Or Lily. Or fucking Crystal.” Her lip curled. “You probably shrank yourself on purpose hoping one of those little bitches would scoop you up and make you her personal butt toy, huh?”

 

“That’s not true!” Max protested, voice high and desperate. “I didn’t shrink myself! I don’t even know how this happened!”

 

JJ wasn’t listening anymore. Her green eyes had gone cold and calculating. A slow, spiteful smile spread across her face.

 

“Doesn’t matter what you say, loser. I know what you wanted.” She gave him another little shake. “Well, too bad. You found me first. And I’m not in the mood to share.”

 

Before Max could react, JJ turned him around and reached back with her free hand. She hooked a finger into the waistband of her yoga pants and thong, pulling them down just enough to expose the deep, sweaty cleft of her ass. The smell hit him instantly—warm, ripe, and heavy with the day’s accumulated musk.

 

“W-wait—!” Max yelped.

 

JJ didn’t wait.

 

She unceremoniously shoved him face-first between her cheeks. The soft, doughy flesh closed around him like warm, humid walls. She pushed deeper, forcing his tiny body past the thin strip of her thong until his face was mashed directly against the hot, slightly tacky pucker of her asshole. Then she let the waistband snap back into place, sealing him inside.

 

“Consider this your reorientation,” she said cheerfully, already standing up and adjusting her pants. “Since you used to be a fan, I’m gonna remind you exactly why you started watching me in the first place.”

 

Max’s world became nothing but heat, pressure, and the overwhelming scent of JJ’s ass. Every step she took made her cheeks grind around him, smearing sweat across his face and chest. He could feel the subtle flex of her muscles, the way her asshole twitched against his tiny body with every movement.

 

JJ strolled out of the common room like nothing was wrong, Crocs slapping against the floor. She was halfway down the hallway when she spotted Bella emerging from her own room, looking effortlessly gorgeous even in a simple pink sports bra and shorts, her massive ass barely contained.

 

“Bellaaa!” JJ called out, voice bright and chirpy. She gave her hips an exaggerated sway as she approached, making sure Max felt every jiggle. “Morning, babe! You will not believe what I just found in the common room.”

 

Bella’s expression stayed flat, one perfectly shaped eyebrow raised. “What.”

 

“Another shrunken guy!” JJ giggled, doing a little spin so her ass bounced. “Can you believe it? He totally shrank himself for me. Like, on purpose. Isn’t that cute?”

 

She reached back and gave her own ass a playful slap, right over where Max was trapped. The impact vibrated through his entire body.

 

Bella stared at her for a long second, unimpressed.

 

“Cool,” she said flatly. “Try not to kill this one in the first hour, yeah?”

 

JJ’s smile tightened, but she kept her tone bubbly. “Aww, don’t be jealous, babe. I’m just helping him… reconnect with my content. You know how it is with the old fans.”

 

“Mm.” Bella’s eyes flicked down to JJ’s ass for half a second, then back up. She clearly didn’t believe a word of it. “Whatever. Have fun with your ‘fan.’”

 

She brushed past without another word, leaving JJ standing in the hallway with her jaw clenched.

 

“Rude,” JJ muttered under her breath. Then she smiled again, meaner this time. “Whatever. We’ll show her, won’t we, tiny?”

 

She gave her ass another deliberate clench, grinding Max harder against her asshole.

 

Max could only groan into the hot, sweaty flesh as JJ finally reached her room and stepped inside, locking the door behind her.

 

From there, JJ wasted no time. She walked straight to her bed, hooked her thumbs into her yoga pants and thong, and peeled them down in one smooth motion. Max tumbled out onto her sheets, gasping and coated in her sweat, his tiny body trembling.

 

JJ’s room was a large corner suite that had clearly once been impressive but was now a chaotic collision of old luxury and current mess. A massive unmade bed dominated the space, buried under tangled pink faux-fur blankets, scattered lingerie, and at least three different ring lights still glowing from whatever late-night “content” she’d filmed the night before. Tripods and camera equipment stood in every corner like silent witnesses. The vanity was a disaster zone of half-empty White Claws, vape pens, expensive makeup palettes, and old hard drives. Clothes—some of them extremely slutty—were draped over every surface, and a giant monitor on the wall played a paused clip of one of her old drama vlogs on loop. The whole room smelled like vanilla body spray, sweat, and weed. Of course, for Max, the most eye-catching part of the whole scene was JJ herself.

 

The buxom dorm mother loomed over him, completely bottomless from the waist down, her massive, freckled ass and thick thighs filling his vision. Her expression was equal parts annoyed and excited.

 

“Alright, ex-fan,” she said, climbing onto the bed and kneeling over him. “Here’s the deal. My brand has been feeling, like… so stale lately. And you?” She reached down and casually flicked his painfully hard cock. “You’re gonna help me fix that.”

 

Max stared up at her, chest heaving. His voice came out small and shaky.

 

“W-what does that even mean? ‘Ex-Fan Rehab’?”

 

JJ’s smile widened into something sharp and hungry.

 

“It means,” she said, leaning down so her massive tits nearly blocked out the light, “I’m gonna turn you back into my biggest fan. The kind who can’t get enough of me. The kind who used to stay up late jerking off to my old videos and would’ve done anything just to be noticed.” She gave his tiny cock another flick, watching it twitch. “I’m gonna break you in with every kinky little trick I’ve got until the only thing you can think about is me. My ass. My farts. My voice telling you what to do. By the time I’m done, you’re not even gonna remember Bella or Crystal’s names.”

 

Max’s face burned. His cock throbbed traitorously against his will.

 

JJ noticed. She laughed, low and delighted.

 

“See? Already working.” She reached down and picked him up again, bringing him right up to her face. “And if you do a really good job looking grateful on camera… maybe I’ll even let you cum once in a while. If you’re lucky.”

 

JJ lay back against her pillows, spread her legs, and dropped Max onto her soft, freckled stomach. Then she reached down, grabbed her own asscheeks, and spread them wide, exposing the glistening, slightly puffy ring of her asshole.

 

“Climb in, loser,” she ordered, voice thick with anticipation. “We’re starting with a nice, long worship session. And this time, you’re gonna tell me exactly why you stopped watching… while your tongue is buried in my asshole.”

 

Max swallowed hard, staring down into the warm, humid cleft between her cheeks.

 

He had a feeling this was going to be a very, very long day.