A Little Help from Hazel Shrunken First Semester: Lost in the Loser House chapter 2 by maximally

Every massive step Daisy took sent him bouncing inside the warm, damp pocket of her sweatpants. The fabric clung to him, thick with her scent. He could feel the powerful flex of her thigh with each stride, the faint jiggle of soft flesh surrounding him. It was strangely intimate—and more than a little overwhelming.

 

The hallway was mostly empty. Most of the other girls were either still asleep, out getting food, or locked in their rooms doing god-knows-what. Max was quietly grateful for the privacy.

 

When they reached Hazel’s door, a cheap wireless speaker duct-taped above the frame crackled to life.

 

“If you’re hearing this, I’m either sleeping, shitting, or gooning. Leave a message at the beep.”

 

Daisy took a breath. “Hey Hazel, it’s Daisy. I’ve got something you might be interested in. If you want to just text me back, I can—”

 

The door flew open before she could finish.

 

Hazel Berry stood in the doorway in all her chaotic glory.

 

She was wearing low-slung polka-dot sweatpants and a striped blouse that was only half-buttoned, exposing the soft curve of her belly and the underside of her breasts. Her long, greasy brown hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, and her thick-rimmed glasses sat crooked on her face. Behind her, multiple monitors glowed with paused hentai. Her hands were visibly shiny, and there was a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead and upper lip.

 

Daisy had clearly interrupted her right in the middle of her customary mid-day goon sesh.

 

“Well, well, well,” Hazel said, grinning wide enough to show her prominent front teeth. “You finally came around to my offer, huh?”

 

Daisy rolled her eyes. “Hazel, for the last time, I’m not letting you anywhere near my ass.”

 

“Aww, c’mon!” Hazel’s face immediately shifted into an exaggerated pout. “Just a little taste? Every time I see you waddling out of the bathroom it’s actual torture. Do you have any idea how good you smell after a long day?”

 

Down in Daisy’s pocket, Max listened in disbelief. If this was the girl Daisy was counting on to find a cure for his condition, he wasn’t sure he liked his chances so far.

 

“Gross,” Daisy muttered, though her ears were turning pink. “Can I come in or not?”

 

Hazel stepped back, still smirking. “Sure. Fair warning though—I had Indian food last night.”

 

Like most dorms in House Proserpina, Hazel’s home base was more cave than bedroom—dark, dirty, and pungent. Porn posters covered the walls. Computer chair mats were scattered across the floor like she regularly needed protection from her own messes. A massive water-cooled PC dominated one corner, its RGB lights casting shifting colors across the chaos. The only real furniture was a worn gaming chair—which Hazel immediately claimed—and a stained mattress that looked like it had seen war crimes. Not wanting to risk the mattress, Daisy decided to stand.

 

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“Whew!” Hazel giggled, grinding her hips into her chair. “That was a wet one!”

 

“Jesus, Hazel,” said Daisy, forcing herself not to roll her eyes again.

 

Max, still tucked in Daisy’s pocket, had to fight the urge to gag. The room already smelled like a battlefield of bodily fluids. Hazel’s fresh contribution didn’t help. From what he’d heard about Hazel, it wouldn’t have surprised him if she took supplements to make her various bodily functions even worse.

 

“Like you’re one to talk,” Hazel teased, tapping a few keys on her desktop and triggering the homemade smart lock on the door. “So, what’s up?”

 

“W-well, uh…” Rather than trying to explain, Daisy simply fished into her pocket and pulled out Max. “This.”

 

As she held him up between two fingers, Hazel’s eyes went wide. For a second the chaotic energy in the room shifted into something sharper.

 

“…Whoa,” Hazel murmured.

 

Max forced himself to speak, even though every instinct told him to stay quiet. “H-hey. You must be Hazel.”

 

Hazel leaned forward, elbows on her knees, staring at him like he was the most interesting thing she’d seen in months. Her breath hit him in a hot, rancid wave—heavy with stale energy drinks and Cheetos.

 

“A miniguy,” she breathed. “An actual, real miniguy.” Her gaze flicked up to Daisy, hungry and disbelieving. “Is he… a gift? For me? You shouldn’t have! I mean, obviously, I accept, but—”

 

“No, Hazel.” Daisy instinctively pulled Max closer to her chest. “I found him this morning in the common room. I’m trying to figure out if there’s any way to get him back to normal.”

 

Hazel scowled. “Back to normal? Why? If I had a cute little guy like this, he’d be on a one-way flight to Pussytown by now.” She licked her lips and slid a hand down the front of her sweatpants without shame. “With an overnight layover in Butthole City after that…”

 

Max flinched as she started openly touching herself while staring at him.

 

“Very funny,” said Daisy, tightening her grip on him protectively. “Do you know what he got dosed with? Or who might have done it?”

 

Hazel shrugged, still lazily rubbing herself. “Obviously some kind of shrinking serum. My best guess? One of those goth bitches in Juno. I actually cooked up a fresh batch for them a couple weeks ago.”

 

Max’s heart jumped. “You… you make it?”

 

“Best guess,” Hazel continued, ignoring the shrunken freshman’s question, “one of them tried to tag him and bag him at some party last night, and he fell out of her bra on the way home.” She shivered, upping the pace of the hand beneath her waistband. “Or her lacy black panties…”

 

“Hazel,” said Daisy, trying to curb her neighbor’s insatiable horniness. “Focus. If you know how to make this stuff, can you find out if there’s any way to reverse it?”

 

“I could.” Hazel grinned. “But what’s in it for me? Actually, don’t answer that. How about this: if I can’t find a way to get him back to normal, I get to keep him.”

 

Max went cold. He looked up at Daisy instinctively, and the expression on her face made something twist in his chest. She looked genuinely pained.

 

For a moment Daisy was quiet. Then she sighed—the long, reluctant sigh of someone about to do something she really didn’t want to do.

 

“Better idea,” she said. “If you actually try… like, actually try… I’ll let you eat my ass. Once.”

 

Hazel’s hand stopped moving. Her eyes went huge behind her glasses. “…Really?”

 

“Just once,” Daisy said quickly, already regretting it. “And we’re never talking about it again after.”

 

Hazel looked like she’d just been handed the keys to heaven. The hand in her sweatpants started moving again, faster this time.

 

“Alright.” Already, Hazel’s voice was husky with lust, her usual dorky bravado restored. “So when do I get to claim my reward? Do I get to choose what you eat that day?”

 

“Not until you figure this out.” Daisy crossed her arms.

 

“Alrighty then,” said Hazel, withdrawing her hand from her sweatpants, spitting on her palm and extending it toward Daisy. “So, do we have a deal?”

 

Daisy stared at the offered hand for a long second, then glanced down at Max. He could see the conflict in her eyes—the embarrassment, the reluctance, and underneath it all, the quiet determination to protect him.

 

Max swallowed.

 

He didn’t love the idea of being part of this disgusting bargain. But right now Daisy was the only thing standing between him and becoming Hazel’s new toy.

 

“I think so,” Daisy said, reluctantly accepting Hazel’s slimy grip.

 

The handshake lasted far longer than it should have. By the time Daisy finally pulled her hand back, her palm was glistening with Hazel’s pussy juice. She wiped it on her sweatpants with a grimace.

 

“Excellent,” Hazel said, licking her fingers clean with a satisfied smirk. “Let’s start with those samples.”

 

She pulled open a drawer and retrieved a small cardboard box filled with tiny plastic vials. They looked strangely sterile compared to the rest of the disaster zone she called a room.

 

“Normally I’d go for blood,” Hazel said casually, “but I don’t have any needles small enough for miniguys. A little boycum should do the trick though.”

 

Max stared at her in disbelief.

 

“S-seriously?”

 

“What’s wrong, miniguy?” Hazel wiggled her eyebrows. “Performance anxiety? I’ve got pills for that.” She reached for another drawer, then paused and glanced at Daisy with a wicked grin. “Or maybe Daisy and I could put on a little show for you. Help get the juices flowing. Whaddaya say, D? Wanna let me claim my prize early?” She gave her ass a playful shake. “Or you could claim mine?”

 

“In your dreams,” Daisy scoffed. She looked down at Max, her expression softening. “Max… if it’s easier, we can go back to my room. I can leave you alone if you want.”

 

Max shook his head. He just wanted this over with. “No. It’s fine. Can you just… set me down on the desk?”

 

“Alright.” Daisy carried him over and shot Hazel a warning look. “Don’t try anything. He’s mine.”

 

The word mine sent an unexpected little thrill through Max’s chest.

 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” said Hazel, already sliding her hand back down her sweatpants. “Whatever gets my tongue up your bum.”

 

Daisy carefully set Max down on Hazel’s oversized mousepad—a print of several VTubers in the middle of a truly disgusting scat orgy. The surface was slightly tacky. Next to him sat a half-empty Monster can and a few oversized silicone plugs that smelled strongly of use.

 

“Again,” Daisy said quietly, “just say the word and we’re gone.”

 

“Got it,” Max muttered.

 

He sat there naked on the filthy mousepad, two giant girls staring down at him expectantly, and tried to will his body to cooperate. This was already the most humiliating situation he’d ever been in.

 

“Guessing you need some lube, miniguy?” Hazel grinned. “Here—”

 

Before Daisy could stop her, Hazel reached over and wrapped her fingers around Max’s entire body. Her hand was still warm and slick from fingering herself. She rolled him between her fingers, thoroughly coating him in thick, pungent pussy juice.

 

Max gasped and sputtered as the viscous fluid smeared across his face, into his mouth, and down his chest. The smell was overwhelming—ripe, fermented, and unmistakably Hazel.

 

“Hazel!” Daisy lunged forward and yanked her neighbor’s hand away. “What the fuck did I just say?!”

 

“Sorry,” Hazel said, completely unapologetic as she licked her fingers again. “Couldn’t resist.”

 

Daisy turned back to Max, worried. “Max, are you okay?”

 

“It’s… fine,” he managed, coughing. He sat up, trying to ignore the way Hazel’s juices clung to every inch of him. Annoyingly, it did work as lube. The only problem was the audience.

 

He started stroking himself, but his body refused to cooperate. Having two giant girls watching him like this made it impossible to focus.

 

Hazel clicked her tongue. “He needs more stimulation.”

 

Daisy crossed her arms. “Maybe put something on one of your monitors?”

 

“Nah,” Hazel said, already standing up. “I’ve got a better idea.”

 

She tapped a few keys on her keyboard. The room’s lights shifted to cheap porn-pink and purple. A heavy bass-heavy track started playing from hidden speakers. Then Hazel turned around, stuck her ass out toward the desk, and started twerking.

 

Or at least, her uncoordinated, dorky version of it.

 

Max’s eyes went wide.

 

Hazel’s ass wasn’t as massive as Daisy’s, but it was still supernaturally above average by most people’s standards of “big”—soft, round, and barely contained by her polka-dot sweatpants. The only off-putting part of the experience was the occasional aroma of butt funk that wafted down to his place on the desk with every clap of her ass. It smelled like Hazel hadn’t wiped—let alone washed—down there in a very long time. Still, trying harder than ever to finish the task at hand, he forced himself to avoid dwelling on that.

 

Somehow, it worked.

 

Blood rushed to Max’s cock. He started stroking faster, eyes locked on the jiggling spectacle in front of him.

 

Daisy stood off to the side, arms still crossed, watching with a complicated expression. Part of her was relieved this was working. Another, quieter part of her felt strangely jealous that Hazel was the one making Max hard.

 

“Like what you see, miniguy?” Hazel moaned, both hands down her own pants again. “That getting your little cock hard?”

 

Max couldn’t bring himself to answer out loud. He just nodded, breathing hard.

 

“I thought so,” Hazel giggled. She scrunched her face up in concentration. “If you like that… you’re gonna love this!”

 

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The fart exploded out of her with zero warning—long, wet, and devastatingly loud. A hot, sulfuric gust blasted across the desk like a toxic shockwave. Max came at the exact same moment, the smell hitting him full-force as his orgasm crashed through him. He doubled over coughing, eyes watering, cum pulsing onto the mousepad in weak spurts.

 

“Hazel!” Daisy groaned, waving a hand in front of her face. “That’s so fucking gross!”

 

“Tell me about it,” Hazel said, licking her lips as she turned around. “Was it as good for you as it was for me, miniguy?”

 

Max didn’t answer. He was still coughing, caught between the aftershocks of one of the strongest orgasms of his life and the lingering burn of Hazel’s gas in his lungs. He wasn’t sure how to feel about the fact that her fart had been what finally pushed him over the edge.

 

“I-Is that it?” he asked weakly once he could speak again.

 

“Almost.” Hazel placed one of the tiny vials on the desk in front of him. “Try and get as much as you can in there, kay?”

 

Still dazed, Max did as he was told. He carefully filled the rice-grain-sized container, sealed it, and set it on the edge of the desk like a good little lab rat.

 

“Perfect,” Hazel said, snatching it up and tucking it into her pocket. She looked between Daisy and Max with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Now there’s just one more thing to settle… who’s gonna hang onto miniguy while I work on this?”

 

Daisy didn’t hesitate. “Me. Obviously.”

 

Hazel tilted her head, smirking. “I mean… if he stays with me, I could run more tests. Might make reversing it easier.”

 

She turned her attention to Max, grin widening.

 

“What do you think, miniguy?”

 

Faced with the combined attention of both giant young women, Max gulped. Even before he shrank, he’d never been good at high-pressure decision-making. Obviously, spending a month cooped up with a fetid gooner like Hazel wasn’t his idea of a dream scenario—but if she was telling the truth, it might also be his most viable shot at finding a cure for his condition.

 

He looked at Daisy. She was trying to keep her face neutral, but he could see the quiet hope that he would choose her, and the quiet fear that keeping him permanently would only hurt them both if a real chance at reversal existed.

 

Max’s avoidance kicked in hard. Staying with Daisy felt safer… and also like trapping the one person who had been kind to him in a permanent caretaker role he hadn’t earned. At least with Hazel the arrangement was framed as temporary science.

 

“I… I guess… Hazel,” he said, the words tasting wrong even as he said them. “Just for the tests. Just until we know more.”

 

“Huh,” said Hazel, smiling smugly. “I woulda lost money on that, not gonna lie. Guess that’s your cue to beat it, D.”

 

“You’re sure about this, Max?” Looking down at the three-inch-tall young man in her hand, Daisy did her best to sound like she supported his decision—while also giving him room to back out. “I’m with you either way….”

 

“Y-yeah,” stammered Max, trying to say it like he meant it. “If it helps you get me back to normal, I don’t mind staying here for a bit. Temporary.”

 

“That’s the spirit,” said Hazel, standing up and snatching the shrunken freshman away from Daisy. “I’ll text you later, D. We still gotta set a date for that ass-eating sesh. And I don’t want you setting foot in the shower until we do!”

 

Daisy grimaced. “I… alright, fine.” Turning for the door, she gave Max a final apologetic glance. “I’ll come check on you later, okay?”

 

“S-sounds good,” said Max, already having second thoughts about his decision. “Thanks, Daisy.”

 

“Don’t let the door hit your big, sexy ass on the way out,” chuckled Hazel. Re-triggering the lock once Daisy closed the door, she looked down at Max and winked. “Looks like it’s just you and me, miniguy.”

 

Already, Max didn’t like the way Hazel was eyeing him—like her initial surprised-horny-hungry look, times ten.

 

“Y-yeah. So, uh… what kind of tests are you thinking of doing?”

 

Hazel smiled. “Well, there’s one problem I’m gonna need your help solving.”

 

Forcing a smile back, Max nodded. “Oh, really?”

 

“Yeah.” Hazel’s smile grew. “The thing is, all this ass-eating talk has got me feeling pretty horny. And when I’m horny, I can’t focus on sciencey stuff. So… you’re gonna be my little ‘research assistant.’ And your first project is getting me off.” Setting him down on the desk and slipping out of her sweatpants, her smile grew. “Now… ass, or pussy?”

 

“A-ass?” Intensely distracted by Hazel’s chubby, curvy nakedness—and another glimpse at the single hairiest vagina he’d ever seen—Max wasn’t sure he understood the question. Then he realized his question could be interpreted as an answer to hers. “Wait, no! I—”

 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Hazel giggled, “no take-backs.”

 

Before Max had any time to try to run or hide, he was back in Hazel’s hand, and she was bringing him around to her ass. As the giant gooner pressed him down between her big, jiggling, unwashed cheeks, the overpowering smell he’d endured while she was twerking only got stronger—a mix of sweat and butt funk that forced itself into his nose like an occupying army. Hazel surrounded him from all angles, and all of his struggles only seemed to press him further and further in.

 

“Mmm,” giggled Hazel, “someone’s excited! Don’t worry, miniguy, you’re almost there.”

 

As if on cue, Max’s face finally made contact with the deepest part of Hazel’s ass—her huge, visibly-dirty pucker. It was the single most disgusting thing he’d ever seen, felt, or smelled in his entire life. Then, feeling the muscles around the giant gooner’s anus contracting, he realized it was about to get even worse.

 

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If the smell inside Hazel’s asscrack was bad, this fart was downright toxic. As it blasted into Max’s shrunken face, he could only conclude that this was some kind of waking nightmare—or an especially kinky circle of hell. It was much bigger—and wetter—than the one she’d let loose while she was twerking… and now he was even closer to the action.

 

“Oooh,” said Hazel, clenching her cheeks together. “You like that, huh?”

 

Unsure whether the giant gooner had interpreted his struggles as enthusiasm, Max tried to keep as still as he could. In a matter of minutes the top priority on his mind had shifted from getting back to normal to staying alive—and, ideally, getting away from this horrible, disgusting woman. How he was going to do that from here, though, he had no idea.

 

Meanwhile, Hazel shuffled back over to her chair and resumed the goon sesh that Daisy had so rudely interrupted. Cueing up several tabs of scat porn and giantess hentai on one monitor and a few tabs of shrinking serum research on another, she stuck her hand back down the front of her sweatpants and began to rub herself off again—while cutting several more rancid, juicy farts in Max’s face.

 

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For the shrunken freshman pressed up against her asshole, each of these blasts was worse than the last. As Hazel brought herself closer and closer to her fifth or sixth orgasm of the day—she tended to lose count after three—her farts just kept coming. And of course, in true gooner style, she had no problem taking her time to get where she was going.

 

Two excruciating hours later, the massive buck-toothed nerd finally pushed herself over the edge of a toe-curling climax. Roused from a gas-induced delirium by the clenching of her cheeks, Max felt his giant captor’s whole body tensing up—including her asshole.

 

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As she reached her breaking point, the tiny freshman beneath her was subjected to her worst fart yet: a ten-second-long ripper that rocked him like a shit-scented hurricane. By the time her sphincter relaxed, the only thing keeping him from blacking out was sheer determination.

 

“Oooh…” Purring with pleasure, Hazel gently worked the shrunken young man out from the depths of her anus and brought him up in front of her face. “Alright, miniguy. Good news and better news.”

 

Barely conscious after everything he’d just endured in Hazel’s ass, mostly preoccupied with getting as many lungfuls of fresh, fart-free air as possible, it took every shred of brainpower at Max’s disposal to string together a coherent response. “W-wha?”

 

“Good news for me… I haven’t cum that hard in a long time.” She smirked. “Better news for you… I’m putting you on full time booty duty until I get to the bottom of this thing.”

 

“W-what?” Max’s jaw dropped. Of all the places he could have ended up today, this was increasingly looking like the absolute worst-case scenario. “B-but… I can’t stay back there! I’ll suffocate!”

 

“Nah, it’ll be fine,” said Hazel, returning her still-glistening hand to her mouse to start cueing up videos for her next goon sesh. “I’ve already got a couple ideas. I’m not big on underwear, so the best solution is probably some kind of butt plug. 3D-printed, so you can slot right into it. Obviously, I’m gonna have to figure that out before we get into this whole ‘getting you back to normal’ wild goose chase—er, I mean, research.”

 

Hearing all of this, Max felt the last traces of color draining from his face. After getting a desperately needed lifeline from the universe by running into the surprisingly selfless Daisy, he’d thrown it all away to put his faith in the giant walking red flag that was Hazel Berry. As he contemplated spending an entire month as a living buttplug, the huge, stinky nerd’s stomach started rumbling.

 

“Sounds like the ol’ fart factory needs some more ammo,” said Hazel, pulling up her usual menu of delivery sites. “Hmm… Indian again, or Mexican?”

 

Max groaned. The mere thought of having to smell whatever either of these cuisines would do to Hazel’s digestive system was making him nauseous all over again.

 

“Ah, fuck it.” Hazel giggled. “Both it is!”