Giant Smothering Stepmom

By: maximally

PART 1

Rubbing his eyes and taking another look around, Max quickly pieced together his current location. To his right sat a modest flatscreen TV hooked to an aging Nintendo 64; to his left lay two well-worn green couches buried under empty takeout containers and crumpled rolling papers. Behind him, two massive posters of Bob Marley and Pulp Fiction loomed like billboards above another green couch. Putting all of this together, it didn't take a genius to figure out that he had woken up in his very own common room—in the residential building known to everyone else at Ventus as the Unaffiliated Students Dorm or "USD."
 
If the jocks in House Diana were the strongest students on campus, the nerds in Minerva were the smartest, the goths in Juno were the scariest, the e-girls in Fortuna were the hottest, and the losers in Proserpina were the grossest, the undergrads lumped into USD were the most down-to-earth—and as a result of being held at arm's length from the social scene of the major houses, they usually stayed that way. A mix of stoners, slackers, chillers and normies, the ones who stuck around for all four years tended to be steady as a rock, either through intense strength of character or a constant stream of weed and booze. In other words, in a school of intense extremes, they were simply, refreshingly average—from their academic performance to their social lives to their sex lives.

Realizing where he was, the freshly-shrunken freshman let out a big sigh of relief. While he wasn't sure if anyone in here had the intellectual horsepower to figure out a cure for whatever he'd woken up with, it was nice knowing that he wasn't far from his room—and that he wouldn't have to worry about running afoul of any overbearing jocks, horny nerds, kinky goths, bratty e-girls or fetid gooners on his way back there. All he had to do now was find a way off this table and get moving—but with all the physical limitations that came with being this small, he knew that would be easier said than done. The drop to the floor would be like falling off a three or four-story building. And that was just the beginning.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, before he could spend any more time trying to game the whole situation out, he heard the door opening behind him—and when he turned around, he had to resist the urge to groan.

"You've got to be kidding me…"

Staring up at the giant woman in the doorway, Max rubbed his eyes again to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Somehow, to add insult to all the surreal injury this morning had already visited on him, the first person to find him here was his own stepmother.
As usual, the 42-year-old Mexican-American amazon was dressed to the nines. Her wavy shoulder-length black hair looked freshly done, her deep brown eyes, round cheeks and full lips were accented with a layer of heavy but tasteful makeup, and her outfit was just as characteristically flattering as ever. Her low-cut white blouse seemed to be bursting at the seams trying to contain her prodigious breasts, and her tight blue jeans wasn't faring much better against her door-busting hips, thick thighs and even-more-prodigious butt. Even her fashionable leather sandals looked overloaded by her perfectly-pedicured feet—each of which was now big enough to squash Max flat and then some.
 
"What in the…" Locking onto her shrunken stepson, Victoria took a few steps forward and squinted. "…Max?" 
 
Meeting his 6'1", 250-pound stepmother's gaze, the three-inch-tall freshman swallowed hard. "H-hey, Victoria."
 
Max had first met Victoria around this time four years ago, a few weeks into his freshman year of high school. That was when his dad had announced that his new wife and her daughter, Izzy, would be moving in with them. Naturally, the idea of suddenly having a former plus-size model as a stepmom — and a girl his age who'd inherited every bit of her mom's showstopping looks and heavy-duty curves as a stepsister — had been a lot for Max's hormone-addled adolescent mind to process. Still, he'd done his best to respect his dad's decision—and for a while, things had been more or less normal. At least until Max's dad got a new job that required him to relocate overseas, leaving his new stepmom as the sole authority figure in the house.
 
Over the next several years, as Max's dad grew more and more physically and emotionally absent, Max became painfully familiar with Victoria's style of parenting—which was, in a word, suffocating. She picked out all of his clothes, cooked all of his meals, drove him to and from school every day and chaperoned him on any extracurricular excursion out of the house. It was like she didn't trust him to make any decision by himself, and while it may have just been her way of trying to help him out of his usual insecure, introverted shell, it quickly took a toll on any limited sense of self-esteem he'd ever had. Her habit of constantly comparing him to Izzy — always casting his new stepsister as the golden child even though she collected detentions and suspensions like trading cards and frequently came home in the back of a police car — didn't help, either.
 
By the time Max had started applying to colleges, his top priority had been getting as far away from his stepmom and stepsister as possible — which was one of the reasons he'd ultimately decided to go to Ventus, a very safe six-hour drive south from his Bay Area hometown. So far, all the freedom, independence, and breathing room that distance had provided was the only part of college that was actually meeting his expectations—and while he'd mainly used that freedom to stay in his room immersed in his usual mindless hobbies, it was finally his decision to do that. Now, though, watching the buxom giantess approaching his perch on the coffee table, he couldn't help wondering if that brief, glorious era was about to come to an end. 
 
"There you are," said Victoria, sounding more annoyed than surprised. "I've been looking for you everywhere!" 
 
"S-sorry," said Max, doing everything in his power not to stare at his stepmom's heaving breasts. "I just woke up."
 
"I can tell." Scanning her tiny stepson up and down, Victoria frowned. "What the heck happened to you?"
 
"I, uh… I dunno." Remembering his own nakedness, Max clasped both hands over his groin. "The last thing I remember is going to a party last night, and then…"
 
"You? Going to a party?" Victoria scoffed. "You really expect me to believe that, Max?" 
 
"Well," said Max, suppressing another groan. "I... Yeah?"
 
"Alright, fine, keep lying. See if I care." Victoria let out a long sigh, dripping with her usual mix of frustration and unintentional condescension. "I should have known this would happen."
 
"This?" Max did a double-take. Surely, he'd heard his stepmother wrong. "As in, me shrinking?"
 
"Well, something like this." Victoria shook her head. "You're lucky I found you in here before someone else."
 
"Yeah," said Max, increasingly unsure how to feel about any of this—namely, the fact that his stepmom seemed to have already accepted his sudden, totally inexplicable loss of size without missing a beat. "What are you doing down here, anyway?"
 
"So far, mostly trying to find you." Victoria leaned over the table expectantly, her considerable chest looming over her shrunken stepson like a one-woman mountain range. "But we can probably still make the champagne brunch if we hurry."
 
Max took a step back, blushing in the shadow of his stepmom's boobs. "The champagne brunch… for what?" 
 
"You're joking, right?" Victoria rubbed her forehead. "For Parents' Weekend?"
 
"Oh." Max sighed. Of course, in the heat of all the morning's unexpected twists and turns, he'd totally forgotten that it was Parents' Weekend at Ventus—an event he'd been dreading all month. "Right. Sorry. I mean, uh… shouldn't we, like, find a way to get me back to normal first?"
 
"Oh, Max." The mature amazon's expression softened into something resembling pity. "You really don't know what's going on here, do you?"
 
"No," said Max, getting a fresh surge of unease from his stepmom's change in tone—the same tone she'd used to use when consoling him after a girl had rejected his advances back in high school. "Do you?"
 
"Well…" Victoria crouched down beside the coffee table, resting her breasts a few inches away from her stepson. "Like you said, you shrank. Which means that someone dosed you with shrinking serum."
 
"Shrinking..." Max winced. "Serum?" 
 
"Yeah." Victoria nodded. "It was all over the place when I first started modeling. One or two drops, you lose a couple inches. Three or four, you lose a couple feet. Fix or six, and... you get the idea." For a moment, the pitied expression returned to her face. "The thing is, though... once you shrink, it's permanent."
 
Max's knees went weak. If everything his stepmother was saying was true, and he'd been dosed with one of those permanent chemicals, this wasn't some one-off prank or bad dream. This was now his life, forever—and once he started to come to terms with that thought, several other equally devastating connections quickly followed. Obviously, this meant the end of his time in college. He'd have to drop out, and the only place he could go was back home to Victoria and Izzy. Based on how they'd treated him all through high school as a full-sized human being, he really didn't want to find out how he'd fare after today. Then again, it wasn't like he had any other family or friends to take him in…
 
PRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT
 
Before Max could spend any more time spiraling, a long, low, bassy noise snapped him back to reality. A second later, the entire coffee table was overwhelmed by a wave of warm, eggy stink—a smell Max recognized instantly from his years of sharing a bathroom with Victoria and her daughter. While his stepmother rarely farted in public, she had no reservations about doing so when the two of them were alone—and as a larger-than-average lady with an incessant fondness and undeniable talent for cooking Mexican food, her gas had always been particularly gnarly.
 
"Ugh," coughed Max, crumpling to the table in a coughing fit. "God, that reeks!"
 
"Oh, get over yourself." Victoria rolled her eyes. "I hate to break it to you, sweetie, but this is what a real woman smells like." 
 
"Never mind," Max muttered, well aware that pushing back on his stepmom's habit of letting loose in his presence was a losing game. "So... there's no cure?" "None that I've ever heard of." Victoria offered her stepson a conciliatory smile. "I'm really sorry, Max."
"Okay. Well..." As the lingering remnants of his stepmom's latest fart began to dissipate, the three-inch-tall freshman managed to get back to his feet. "What if there's one you haven't heard of?"
 
Victoria pursed her lips—the same way she always pursed her lips whenever her stepson implied he knew something she didn't. "I doubt it, sweetie."
 
"But if you don't know for sure…" Meeting his stepmother's gaze again, Max had no luck masking his mounting nerves. He'd never been good at asserting himself in front of her, and it was even harder now that she was twenty-something times his size. "Can't we just-"
 
"Max," said Victoria, staring down at her stepson with a soft but forceful glare. "We are not going to the hospital today, and that's final."
 
Against his better judgment, Max decided to keep pushing. "Why?"
 
"Because," said Victoria, "I don't see any sense in getting your hopes up for nothing. Now, I can tell you're upset, and I'm sure this is a lot for you to wake up to, but it's really not the end of the world." She smiled again. "I think you'd be very surprised how much a guy your size can still do when he really puts his mind to it."
 
"T.M.I.," Max grumbled, not enjoying the way his stepmom was eyeing him.
 
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Victoria chuckled. "The point is, we'll get through this. The same way we always get through everything. Together." The mature amazon extended a finger to tousle her shrunken stepson's hair, accidentally knocking him onto his back again. "Heh, whoopsie."
 
"It's alright," said Max, shoulders slumping. Years of futile parent-child arguments had taught him that once Victoria put her foot down, it tended to stay down—and any resistance past that point tended to do more harm than good. In other words, if he still had any chance of convincing her to take him to the hospital, it wasn't going to happen in the next 12 hours. "So what now?"
 
"Now?" Max's stepmother pulled out her phone, gave the screen a few taps and frowned. "Well, it's 11:30. So as much as I was looking forward to brunch, we should probably just get this show on the road if we want to beat traffic."
 
"On the road?" Max's face fell. "You mean..." 
 
"I mean," said Victoria, reaching out a hand toward her tiny stepson. "We've got six hours of driving ahead of us. And if we wait any longer, it's gonna start cutting into my beauty sleep." 
 
"Oh." Eyeing his stepmother's huge outstretched palm, Max grimaced. While he rarely pushed back on Victoria's wishes, especially multiple times in one day, he couldn't shake the feeling that this would be his only chance to stand up for the new life he'd started making at school. Even if staying here at his new size was unrealistic — and opened the door to a thousand different outcomes far more unpleasant than the one she seemed to be proposing — he knew he'd regret it if he didn't try.

Summoning all the courage at his disposal, he took a deep breath and looked back up at Victoria. "Well, what if..." He hesitated, trying to find the words to say what he wanted to say. "Do you think there's any way I could, like... stay here?"

"Here... as in, at school?" Victoria raised her eyebrows. "Hmm. Well, you'd need a chaperone..."
 
Hearing the interest — or, at least, the lack of usual condescension and dismissal — in his stepmom's tone, Max perked up. "You think it could work?" 
 
"I don't know," said Victoria, returning to her phone and hammering out a quick text. "But I know someone who might."
 
"Who?" Unable to keep from getting his hopes up at this point, Max took a step forward.
 
"You'll see," said his stepmother, moving her hand even closer. "Anyway, you gonna hop on, or am I gonna have to grab you?"
 
Seeing no other option, Max took another deep breath and climbed onto Victoria's hand. The experience of being held so effortlessly by someone so huge was profoundly surreal, especially because that someone was his own stepmother—and it got even more intense when she brought him up to eye level.
 
"Wow." Victoria chuckled. "That serum really did a number on you, huh?"
 
"Yeah," said Max, once again trying — and failing — not to stare at his stepmother's massive breasts. "I... y-yeah." 
 
Noticing how flustered her stepson was already getting, Victoria grinned. "Don't worry, sweetie. Mama's got you."
 
As Max opened his mouth to offer his usual response to that term — that Victoria wasn't his real mom and he always felt weird when she referred to herself like that — he realized he had a much bigger problem to contend with. While he'd assumed that his stepmother would continue carrying him in her hand, she now seemed to be lowering him right down her shirt—and before he could do anything to react, he found himself waist-deep in the smothering softness of the mature amazon's cleavage.
 
"Victoria!" Feeling his stepmom's huge, pillowy boobs pressing around him like a pair of big, warm hot air balloons, the three-inch-tall freshman blushed. He was used to Victoria flaunting her assets in his face, sometimes quite literally, but this was on a completely different level. "What the..."
 
"Don't get any funny ideas, mister," said Victoria, standing up and giving her chest a little jiggle to make sure she'd wedged him deep enough. "I just don't have good pockets in these pants." 
 
"O-okay, but..." By now, Max's face was beet red. "What if someone sees me in here?"
 
"Maybe they'll think I'm your girlfriend!" Stuffing her shrunken stepson even further down into her bra, leaving only his shoulders, neck and head exposed, Victoria winked. "I'm happy to play along if it makes you feel better." 
 
PRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPP
 
"What? I- ugh!" Again, before Max could react to his stepmother's overly-forward tendencies, her ass cut in with a word of its own—and as the aftermath of yet another giant fart began to waft up to his newfound perch in her cleavage, he couldn't help slipping into another fit of coughs and gags. 
"That sounds like a yes to me," Victoria giggled. "Now, off we go!"
 
***
 
Miraculously, Victoria managed to make it out of the Unaffiliated Students Dorm without running into a single student, parent or faculty member—which, for the three-inch-tall young man in her bra, was nothing short of a dream scenario. The idea of encountering anyone who might recognize him in his current condition was unimaginably humiliating—and as his buxom stepmom made her way out onto Ventus's central quad and toward the administrative building, he did his best to burrow even deeper down into her cleavage. 
 
"Whoa there, Romoeo!" Unable to resist another chance to tease her virginal stepson as she felt him struggling between her breasts, Victoria bit her lip. "Buy a girl a drink first, why don't you?"
 
"I'm not... this isn't..." Realizing this was just another of his stepmom's jokes, Max sighed. "Very funny." "I thought so," Victoria chuckled.
 
Because it was a Saturday — a very warm and sunny Saturday, at that — the quad was positively humming with collegiate life. Several of the biggest, burliest girls in House Diana were playing an especially contact-heavy game of pickup football on one side of the green space; a study group of chubby, bespectacled Minervans were locked in a vocal argument about anime on the other side; a gaggle of House Fortuna girls were setting up some kind of expensive brunch spread in the center of the action; and at the farthest corner of the lawn, shaded by one of the quad's several oaks, an impromptu coven of Juno acolytes were muttering strange words over what appeared to be a summoning circle. Max could even make out a few Prosperpinans here and there, easily identifiable by their stain-covered clothes, greasy hair and bad skin, and no shortage of Unaffiliateds like himself.
 
Taking it all in from his stepmom's cleavage, the three-inch-tall freshman couldn't help reflecting on all the ways that college still had yet to live up to his expectations. Everywhere he looked, Ventus was overflowing with beautiful women—but so far, the only one who was willing to let him anywhere near her boobs was his own stepmom. He was still the same kissless virgin he'd been four weeks ago, and if he was really stuck like this forever, he wasn't feeling great about his odds of ever changing that. While he'd always felt invisible to members of the opposite sex before all this, now it felt like he didn't exist at all—and noticing the way that most of his fellow students were staring at his giant guardian didn't help. 
 
After years of modeling, Victoria was accustomed to being the center of attention. As she strode across the quad, she could feel the eyes of every young man (and more than a few young women) all over her—and, as usual, she loved every second of it. This had always been one of her favorite parts of her old job, and it was one of the only things she really missed now that she was retired. Seeing the unmistakable expressions of barely-concealed lust on so many of the faces around her, she couldn't help adding a little extra wiggle to her step—even though she knew it was going to be the equivalent of an earthquake for Max.
 
By the time the mature amazon finally stepped into the lobby of the administrative building, all that motion was making her shrunken stepson dangerously dizzy. The overwhelming sensation of having Victoria's big, jiggling jugs jostling him up and down was wreaking havoc on his hangover, and the overpowering smell of her boob sweat was making everything even worse. Still, as much as he wanted to get off this ride, he'd managed to make it this far without suffering through any awkward explanatory conversations about what he was doing in there—and he wasn't about to stop now. The only real downside, aside from the continued pressure and smell factor, was that he wasn't able to hear much of anything outside.
 
"Hello there," said Victoria, smiling down at the young woman behind the front desk—a mousy, bespectacled 4-foot-something blonde. "Victoria Vasquez-Calhoun, here for Beatrice."
 
"For Beatrice?" The receptionist frowned. "I mean, I can check, but she's usually pretty busy..." She hunched down over her laptop, hammering a few keys into some kind of internal scheduling app—and when she found what she was looking for, her eyes went wide. "What the... wow, okay, it looks like she cleared her whole afternoon."
 
"Excellent," said Victoria. "Where's her office?"
 
"I... I can show you," said the receptionist, clearly caught off-guard by this random woman's apparent importance to her boss. "Follow me."
 
"Thank you, dear," said Victoria, strolling past the desk and following the receptionist down a long wood-paneled hallway lined with portraits, and then up several flights of stairs. While this was happening, her tiny stepson remained nestled down in her cleavage, slowly but surely nodding off into a much-needed nap. The last few decades had been very good for Ventus, and it showed in how they'd decorated here—crystal chandeliers, oil paintings, marble busts and luxurious carpets, all representing just a tiny fraction of the school's multi-billion dollar endowment. Up the stairs and down another hallway, they arrived at a set of vast double doors. 
 
"Ma'am?" Stepping up to the doors, the receptionist raised her voice with cautious reverence. "Victoria, here to see you."
 
"Thank you, Flo," said a voice from within—deep, confident and feminine. "Send her in."
 
"Yes, ma'am," said Flo, opening both doors and beckoning Victoria through before silently closing them behind her.
 
The office inside was just as lavish as the rest of the building: a huge study with a large desk, several leather chairs and couches, a fireplace, at least two dozen shelves of books, and four floor-to-ceiling windows that offered an unrestricted view of the whole campus. It was here, by the windows, that the office's owner now stood, hands on her impossibly wide hips, looking out and surveying her domain. This was Beatrice "Queen Bea" Clydesdale, president of Ventus—and one of Victoria's oldest friends.
 
The last time the two women had gotten together in person had been almost two years ago—and while Bea seemed to have put on a bit of extra weight since then, she was still the same amazonian knockout she'd always been. Her warm brown skin, deep brown eyes and round, pretty face were all just as flawless as ever, though her rimless glasses and bun of silver hair made it clear that she was now closer to 50 than 40. With her usual crisp gray pinstripe suit, low-cut white blouse and black pumps, all clearly custom-made for her formidable 6'3" 320-pound frame, she was the picture of power and elegance—but that didn't stop her from stepping over to wrap Victoria in a super-sized hug.
 
"Tori!" Bea grinned. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" 
 
"Oh, you know." Victoria smiled. "Just passing through."
 
"About time," said Bea, beckoning her friend over to the fireplace. "How's Izzy?"
 
"Still Izzy," sighed Victoria, settling on one of the couches. "Her new thing is becoming a 'streamer,' whatever that means." She rolled her eyes. "But her last big idea was running a weed-growing operation out of her bedroom, so I think we're making some progress."
 
"That sounds like her." As Bea joined her friend on the other couch, the reinforced woodwork creaked under her weight. "She's always been such a promising young woman. You'll have to give her my best." She shot Victoria a sly smirk. "And just for what it's worth, my offer still stands about getting her in here."
 
"Well, obviously I'd love that." Victoria shrugged. "Just a matter of getting her highness on board."
 
"Let me know when you do," said Bea, smirk growing. "People say I'm pretty good at getting my way."
 
"You don't have to tell me." Victoria chuckled. "Remember what happened the last time I came to visit?"
 
"How could I forget?" Bea licked her lips. "I don't think I've ever seen someone cum that hard."
 
"You set the bar pretty high," said Victoria, wiggling her eyebrows. "Can't say anyone's ever cleared it since." 
 
"Well," said Bea, eyeing her friend's chest just long enough for Victoria to notice. "Maybe we'll have to do something about that."
 
A moment passed in mutually-horny silence. Whenever the two friends got together, it almost inevitably ended in a night of steamy passion. Of course, this time, Victoria knew that her obligations to her stepson had to come first. "Maybe later."
 
"Alright," giggled Bea. "Suit yourself. How's your new husband doing these days?" 
 
"Your guess is as good as mine." Victoria shook her head. "I think I've only seen him about two weeks this year. Other than that it's Europe, Asia, Australia..." 
 
"Two weeks? He's got some nerve, leaving a woman like you all alone like that," scoffed Bea. "You've got a stepson, too, right? What was his name again? Mike?" 
 
"Max," said Victoria. "Believe it or not, he actually just started his freshman year here."
"Really?" Bea looked genuinely surprised. "You're joking."
 
"No joke," Victoria said, still seemingly more than a little skeptical herself. "But he's having some trouble adjusting."
"Oh?" Bea leaned forward. "What's the problem? Some girl?"
 
"Could be, now that you mention it," said Victoria, fishing down into her cleavage. "Here, it's probably easier if I just..."
 
By now, Max had managed to drift into a somewhat restless sleep, doing his best to shake off the effects of all the alcohol still working its way through his system in the safe, soft embrace of his stepmom's boobs. This made the sudden intrusion of Victoria's huge fingers into his fleshy prison all the more jarring, especially when they wrapped around his shrunken form and pried him out. All at once, he was overwhelmed with light and much-needed fresh air—and then, his surroundings came into focus. "There we go," said Victoria, extending her sweat-soaked shrunken stepson toward her friend. 
"Well," purred Bea, sizing up the three-inch tall young man and grinning. "Would you look at that?"
Meeting the giant Black woman's hungry gaze, Max felt more uncertain than ever. If he'd known that Victoria was friends with the president of Ventus, he would have seriously thought twice about going here in the first place. 
 
"Max..." Victoria frowned. "Are you going to introduce yourself to Mama's friend, or what?"
"Huh? O-oh, sorry," stammered Max, offering a cautious wave to Bea. "H-Hi there, n-nice to meet you. I'm Max."
 
"Nice to meet you, too, Max. You can call me Bea." Bea chuckled. "How's the weather down there?"
 
"What?" Already feeling oddly inadequate in the presence of Ventus's famously domineering president, Max froze. "O-oh, uh... good?"
 
"Not the brightest bulb, eh?" Looking back up at Victoria, Bea grinned. "So, what can I do for you two?"

"Well," said Victoria, nodding to her shrunken stepson. "As you can see, Max had a little run-in with some shrinking serum. Obviously, my first thought was just to take him home. But it sounds like he'd prefer to stay here and continue his studies." 
 
"Ah." Bea nodded. "I suppose that's not out of the realm of possibilities... but we'd need you both to sign some waivers." She paused, crunching some administrative numbers in her head. "We'd also probably need to raise his tuition to accommodate the costs of making his room more accessible. And hire someone to help him get around. Sort of a campus chaperone." 
 
"Funny you should mention that," said Victoria, smiling. "I was thinking that someone could be me."
 
Hearing this, Max gulped. While he still had no interest in simply throwing in the towel and returning to his childhood bedroom, he really wasn't sure how to feel about the idea of his stepmother chaperoning him around campus. He'd already had a lifetime's worth of that in high school—and he knew it was one of the reasons he'd graduated without any friends or romantic experience. 
 
"Well..." Bea returned her friend's smile. "That's very interesting. Assuming your stepson doesn't mind spending four more years with mommy?" 
 
"Who says I'll stop at four?" Victoria and her friend both laughed. "I suppose we should ask him, though. Max... how does that sound to you?" 
 
"M-me?" Looking up at the two mature amazons, Max could feel cold sweat forming on his neck. He'd never liked being put on the spot like this, even for trivial things like choosing what to watch during "family movie nights" with Victoria and Izzy. Now, facing down a decision with immediate and profound implications for the rest of his life, he was experiencing a more powerful feeling of analysis paralysis than ever before.
 
What he wanted to do was revisit Bea's original idea of hiring someone to look after him—someone who wasn't Victoria. Of course, he knew that bringing that up wasn't likely to go over well with his stepmother, which would probably put a damper on their relationship going forward in the not-unlikely event that a hired helper was prohibitively expensive. With that off the table, his options weren't exactly pretty. Still, if it was between going home and staying in school, he knew what he had to say.
 
"Hello," said Victoria, a clear note of impatience in her voice. "Earth to Max?"
 
"Right, s-sorry," Max stammered. "I, uh... I guess that works."
 
"Alrighty then," said his smugly smiling stepmom, looking back up to her friend. "I think I'd call that a yes. What do you think, Bea?"
"I think I'd agree," said Bea, looking and sounding similarly smug. "Say, have you two had lunch yet? Our chef does a mean taco platter." Victoria's smile became a grin. "Say no more."
 
Seeing how pleased both women looked, the three-inch-tall freshman between them did his best to force a smile of his own. Hopefully, he wasn't going to regret this.
 
***
 
As Bea and Victoria began hammering out the details of Max's new status at Ventus over several heaping plates of tacos, the three-inch-tall freshman was left sitting largely ignored—picking at his own saucer of cheese, bean and salsa crumbs on the university president's coffee table. This gave him plenty of uninterrupted thinking time to start coming to terms with the reality of whatever was happening to him. 
 
Naturally, his top priority was still to find out if there was any cure for shrinking serum—but knowing his often stubborn stepmom, he knew he wouldn't be able to change her mind about going to the hospital any time soon. That left him in the deeply inconvenient position of being stuck like this for the foreseeable future — possibly in a completely preventable way — until he could revisit the subject without risking Victoria's ire. While he knew he was safer with her than he'd be with anyone else at Ventus, the seemingly arbitrary constraints she'd imposed on all of this were still a lot to accept. So was the fact that she'd just volunteered to be his chaperone for the next four years.
 
The process of establishing Victoria as his legal guardian on campus involved at least two or three dozen separate forms and documents, including but not limited to an accidental death waiver, a kidnapping waiver, and two separate "Juno" and "Proserpina" waivers, the details of which he'd avoided seeing. It also involved registering her as a student, signing her up for all of Max's classes, and securing her a single-bed dorm room in USD. By the end of it all, a full four hours later, she was technically the university's oldest freshman—and the only female student with a male roommate. 
 
"Alright," said Bea, scanning the pile of paperwork on her table with evident pride. "I think that's everything." 
 
"I hope so." Victoria sighed. "My hands are cramping from all the signatures." 
 
"Well that's no good." Bea shot her friend another sly smirk. "Have you thought about switching to your tongue?"
 
"Don't tempt me." Victoria smirked back. "Not that I could ever compete with yours."
 
Watching this exchange from the coffee table, Max couldn't help blushing. Based on all the not-so-subtle innuendoes that the two voluptuous giantesses had been trading back and forth, it seemed like his stepmom's romantic prospects at Ventus were already much more promising than his own. Victoria and Bea were, clearly, far more than just friends—or they had been at some point in the past before Victoria had become his stepmother. Not that his father had ever been terribly committed to her—or him.
 
BBBBBRRROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP
 
"Oh, my!" Bea chuckled, waving a hand in front of her face. "Pardon me. I'd been holding that one in since we finished eating."
As the first traces of the mature amazon's fart began to find their way to Max's spot on the coffee table, he quickly realized why she'd felt the need to excuse herself. Bea's gas was every bit as bad as Victoria's — maybe even a little worse, owing to her extra size and all the extra time her latest blast had evidently spent stewing in her ass over the last few hours — and it was more than enough to send him into another uncontrollable coughing fit. The fact that he could be laid so low by something as innocuous as a fart really didn't seem to bode well for his chances of having any real independence from his stepmom at this size. "Don't mind him," Victoria scoffed, scowling at her stepson's apparent overreaction. "He does this all the time with me." "Does he now?" Watching Max's struggles, Bea was visibly amused. "What a pity."
 
"Quite." Victoria shook her head. "Anyway, I suppose I should go get the new room settled." 
"Of course. I had one of my girls let Max's old roommate know that you'll be coming to collect his things, and he can probably help you with the move. The new room is right across the hall, so it shouldn't take you too long." Bea's smirk returned. "I have a feeling I'll be working late tonight, if you want to come back here for a drink when you're done."
 
"I'll think about it." Victoria offered her friend a playful shrug. "Assuming I don't get a better offer between now and then."
"No shortage of good options on a night like this. Especially for a hot freshman transfer student." Bea's smirk grew. "I trust you'll use your best judgement." 
 
"No promises," said Victoria, wiggling her eyebrows again. Then, noticing just how uncomfortable her stepson seemed to be getting with all of the sexual tension in the room, she turned and extended her hand toward the coffee table. "Alright, sweetie. Ready to go?"
 
"Sure," said Max, doing his best to sound like he meant it. While he still wasn't feeling much closer to being 100% on board with any of this, he was definitely ready to get out of this office and escape whatever was happening between his stepmom and her old friend. "I'm good if you are." 
 
"Cool," said Victoria, scooping the tiny 18-year-old up and stuffing him back into her bra in single oddly-practiced motion. "Thanks again, Bea. I really owe you one."
 
"You owe me at least one," said Bea, wrapping her friend in another big, handsy hug.
 
While this was happening, Max was subjected to the combined force of both women's huge chests pressing against him—an colossal avalanche of smothering softness, heat and sweat. As much as he'd always fantasized about getting up close and personal with a pair of big, busty women like these two, none of those fantasies had featured his own stepmom—or him being three inches tall. It didn't help that their hug seemed to last much, much longer than necessary.
 
"Don't be a stranger, now," said Bea, unable to resist giving her friend's shapely rump a good squeeze.
 
"I won't," cooed Victoria, giving Bea a playful squeeze back. "Trust me."
 
"Good. I'll have Flo see you out." Releasing Victoria — and Max — from her embrace, Bea stepped over to open the door. "Oh, and Tori?"
 
"Yeah?"
 
Bea grinned. "Welcome to Ventus."


PART 2

When Victoria and Max finally got back to the Unaffiliated Students Dorm, it was almost 4:00 PM—and the whole campus was already gearing up for another buzzy Saturday night. Based on the vast quantity of beer kegs Victoria had observed being carted through the front door of House Diana on the walk back from Bea's office, the main event of the evening seemed to be a huge party sponsored by the "Jock House." Stepping into the USD lobby, she found her suspicions confirmed by a few fliers plastered to the door.
"Huh," said Victoria, picking up one of the fliers and scanning its contents. "'8 PM to sunrise, girls drink free.' Sounds like my kind of party!" Looking down at the three-inch-tall young man in her bra, she smiled. "What do you think, sweetie?"
 
"Honestly?" Sandwiched as he was between his stepmom's giant breasts, Max did his best to shrug. "I don't know if I've got another party in me this weekend. Not after last night." He hesitated, unsure how much leeway he really had to speak his mind here. "I was thinking we could maybe, just, like... watch a movie or something?"
 
"Oh, nonsense," scoffed Victoria, pocketing the flier. "That's all you ever did at home. Well, that, and play with your... oh, my! Is that Zeke?"
 
As Max followed his stepmom's gaze down the hall, he sighed. Sure enough, there he was. Wearing his usual black Star Wars t-shirt, gray Ventus sweatpants and slide sandals, with his fluffy black hair just as unkempt as ever, his stocky 5'10" Mexican-American roommate looked like he hadn't changed a bit since last night. Judging by the energetic twinkle in his eyes and the self-assured swagger in his walk, he wasn't even hungover—unlike Max, who was still more than a little nauseous from his first brush with blacking out.
 
"Yeah," Max grumbled. "That's him."
 
"Hey!" Seeing Victoria — and the three-inch-tall young man poking out from the top of her considerable cleavage — Zeke grinned. "You must be Max's... stepsister, right?"
Again, Max sighed. 24 hours out from the party that had changed his life, possibly forever, Zeke was still the same old Zeke in every possible way—including his irrepressible tendency to flirt with anything that moved. 
 
"You're sweet." Unable to keep her eyes from briefly wandering down to the pronounced bulge in Zeke's sweatpants, Victoria smiled and extended her hand. "I'm his stepmother, Victoria. But my friends call me Tori."
 
"Nice to meet you, Tori," said Zeke, kissing the top of her hand like some kind of 19th-century romantic. "I'm Zeke."
 
Feeling the cocky but undeniably-cute freshman's lips on her hand, Victoria giggled. Witnessing this exchange from the supple but humiliating confines of his stepmom's boobs, Max grimaced. After four weeks of coming up short compared to his roommate in almost every aspect of college life, it felt uniquely agonizing to see him right now—and to watch him try his usual moves on Max's own stepmother, of all people.
 
"'Sup, Max," said Zeke, catching his roommate's eye and smiling. "Dang... last night was wild, huh?"
 
"Hey, Zeke," said Max, already thoroughly ready to get this interaction over with. "Yeah, you could say that. Where'd we even go?"
 
"More like where didn't we go?" Zeke chuckled, offering Victoria another boyish grin. "We started off at Juno, but the vibes were hella sus. So we bounced over to Diana. Then we were at Minerva for a hot sec, then Fortuna..." He shook his head. "I think a couple girls were even trying to get you back to Proserpina at one point." 
 
Max shuddered. The very mention of Ventus's infamous "Loser House" gave everything about his current situation some much-needed perspective. "I guess I'm lucky I didn't wake up back there, then."
 
"Yeah, seems like it," said Zeke, mostly focused back on Victoria by now. "So, you're gonna be Max's new roommate now?"
 
"That's right," said Victoria, offering Zeke another smile. "Our new room is just across the hall."
 
"Oh, dope!" Sneaking a not-so-subtle glimpse at Victoria's chest, Zeke grinned again. "Guess we're gonna be seeing a whole lot of each other, then?"
 
"That's one way to put it." Victoria giggled. "Speaking of... you wouldn't mind helping me move Max's stuff out, would you?"
 
"Not at all," said Zeke, beckoning her inside. "After you."
 
As Victoria strode into the room, Max couldn't help letting out another sigh. Taking it all in one last time — the Deku and Master Chief posters on his side of the room, the Dragonball and Star Wars posters on Zeke's side, the shared Playstation, the cheap plastic bong they'd bought at the general store just outside the limits of campus — he knew he'd never have another living space like this ever again. Not unless he found some way to get himself back to normal, which wasn't going to happen any time soon.
 
"Home, sweet home," said Zeke, stepping in behind Victoria. "How do you want to do this?"
 
Victoria shrugged. "I guess we can start with the big stuff." 
 
***
 
Several cardboard box-loads of school supplies, books, games, clothes, sheets, pillowcases, toiletries, snacks, posters, anime figurines and dorm furniture later, Victoria and Zeke had finished moving all of Max's things across the hall into the new room—which turned out to be an empty Resident Advisor suite. While it was still more of a run-of-the-mill dorm room than the lavish studios of Fortuna or the eccentric gothic staterooms of Juno, the in-suite bathroom, king-size bed and walk-in closet were all practically unheard of by USD standards—and Max had a feeling that Bea had pulled some strings to get them in here.
 
The only problem, at least from Max's perspective, was that Victoria had insisted on leaving most of his things boxed up in the closet to leave room for all of the stuff that Izzy was currently mailing down from Sunnyvale. As a result, while the room was undeniably a lot swankier than his old digs, it also felt a lot less familiar. Watching his stepmom and his old roommate seemingly making eyes at each other for the last half hour hadn't helped him feel any more at ease, either—even if it was sometimes hard to tell how much of this was just Victoria's way of being friendly. Still, with the last of today's big changes finally complete, he could now focus on settling into whatever new normal he'd be dealing with for the foreseeable future.
 
"Well," said Victoria, surveying the space with satisfaction. "I think that's everything. Thanks again, Zeke."
 
"Anytime," said Zeke, stepping toward the door. "Guess I should probably let you two get settled in for a bit?" 
 
"Yeah, thanks," said Max, unable to keep from chiming in from his new perch on Victoria's desk before his stepmom could respond. "That'd be great."
 
"Geez, man." Recognizing the clear note of impotent annoyance in his three-inch-tall former roommate's voice, Zeke raised his hands in mock offense. "Tell us how you really feel."
 
"Don't mind him." Sharing a look of knowing amusement with Zeke, Victoria shook her head. "He's had a very long day. I'm sure he's just cranky." 
 
"Oh, I bet," said Zeke. "What about you?"
 
Victoria raised an eyebrow. "What about me?"
 
"I mean, this is your first Saturday night on campus, right?" Zeke's cocky smile reappeared. "Maybe we could do something later."
 
Victoria smiled back. "Something?"
 
"Dude, seriously?" Max rolled his eyes. "I'm right here!"
 
"Alright, alright," chuckled Zeke, stepping out into the hall. "I'm going. Later, Tori."
 
"Later, Zeke," giggled Victoria, getting up to close the door behind him.
 
For a moment, there was silence. Then, once the mature amazon heard the noise of Zeke's door closing on the other side of the hall, she stepped back over to her desk and sighed.
 
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"Whew!" Watching her shrunken stepson getting trapped in another losing battle with her gas, Victoria bent down and waved her hand above him to dissipate the stink. "Sorry, hon. Didn't wanna let that one loose until your cute little roommate got out of here."
 
"Right," said Max, realizing it was probably unwise to push back on the last part of this statement after such a rare moment of mercy. "So, uh... what is our plan for tonight?"

"If that's your way of asking if I'm gonna take Zeke up on his offer, no." Victoria bit her lip. "Not tonight, at least."
 
"Oh, thank god." Hearing this, Max felt a vast weight lifted off his shoulders. After everything he'd already gone through today, the last thing he wanted to do was watch his old roommate hook up with his stepmom. "That's a relief. So you're cool with taking it easy tonight?"
 
"Don't get ahead of yourself," said Victoria, digging the House Diana flier out of her pocket. "Honestly, the only reason I'm not considering going across the hall right now is this."
 
"Oh," said Max, shoulders slumping back down. While the last thirty minutes of moving had been unpleasant in their own right, they'd done a lot to help him forget about the looming threat of the Kegger at House Diana—tonight's other worst-case outcome. The idea of being stuck in his stepmom's cleavage for another several hours while she mingled her way into the biggest social event of the fall semester didn't exactly fill him with excitement. Then again, neither did the idea of staying here and trying to tune out whatever she got up to with Zeke. Again, he sighed. "Right."
 
Seeing the familiar look of resignation on Max's face, Victoria smiled. "Aww, what's wrong, sweetie? Worried Mama's gonna embarrass you in front of all of your classmates?" As if to demonstrate exactly how she might embarrass him, the mature amazon turned around and gave her huge rump a playful shake. "Or should I say, all of our classmates?" 
 
Watching Victoria's giant denim-clad dumptruck jiggling just a few inches away from his spot on her desk, Max was totally hypnotized—so much so that it took him several seconds to register that his stepmom had just asked him a question. She'd pulled this exact trick on him dozens of times, well aware of just how much it could throw his horny, under-sexed mind for a loop—but at his newfound size, it was like getting a front-row seat to the greatest show on Earth. "H-huh? Oh, well... I dunno." For a moment, remembering the events of the previous night, he hesitated. "I guess parties just make me anxious."
 
"And you think I don't know that?" Turning around and noticing the dazed, slightly flustered expression on her stepson's face, Victoria grinned. "That's half the reason I want to go! To help you get out of your shell!"
 
"Oh," said Max, unsure how to feel about this based on Victoria's track record of 'trying to get him out of his shell.' The last time she'd tried this, escorting him to several graduation parties over the summer, the only thing he'd come away with was the knowledge that at least 40 of his male classmates had tried to give his stepmom their phone numbers. "I don't know, Victoria... maybe you could just leave me here?"
 
"All by yourself?" Victoria scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous. What if someone came in here? Or you fell off the desk? Or..." She shook her head. "No. Absolutely not."
 
"I... alright," said Max, knowing there was no use trying to contest things when his stepmom was in a mood like this. "Let's just get this over with."
 
"That's the spirit, sweetie," said Victoria, stepping over to her closet. "Now, the real big question of the evening... what am I gonna wear?" 
 
While Max was used to getting roped into weighing in on his stepmom's clothing choices, the experience was even more excruciating at three inches tall. Settled on Victoria's desk as she paraded around the room in a series of increasingly revealing outfits, it was all he could do to mask his dismay—and avoid thinking about how all of their classmates would react. By the time she'd finally settled on her outfit for the evening — an impossibly skimpy gray tank top, green booty shorts and flip flops from the Ventus campus store that left nothing about her 6'1", 250-pound figure to the imagination — he'd been completely sapped of any will to speak his mind. 
 
"Well," said Victoria, giving her boobs a generous jiggle in her shrunken stepson's face before turning around and doing the same with her butt. "How do I look?"
 
"Great," said Max, powerless to look anywhere but his stepmom's gently swaying curves. "Can we go now?" 
 
"I thought you'd never ask," giggled Victoria, plucking Max off the table and nestling him into her tank top. 
 
Once again surrounded by the soft, slightly-crushing warmth of his stepmom's breasts, Max let out another long sigh. Unfortunately, this day still wasn't over yet.
 
***
 
Following another quick walk across campus, Victoria and Max arrived at House Diana. Based on the strobing multicolored lights visible through every window and the pounding dance music that could now be heard from every corner of campus, the whole sorority was buzzing with activity—and the lawn outside was completely mobbed with students trying to get in on the action. Of course, after a modeling career that had gotten her into some of the world's most exclusive clubs, Victoria had plenty of experience making an entrance. Confidently strutting through the sea of undergrads like shallow water, she wasted no time reaching the front step, where a familiar six-foot blonde was working the door. 
 
Recognizing this young woman on sight, Max reflexively tried to hide in the depths of his stepmom's cleavage. Unlike him, Nikki Allais hadn't changed a bit since their time together in high school. She had the same dirty blonde hair, same ponytail, same big brown eyes, same freckles, and the same knockout physique—including her round, perky boobs and show-stopping butt. She was even wearing the same outfit—a green compression shirt and black basketball shorts. Meanwhile, he was increasingly feeling like some kind of sentient bug.
 
"Ohmygod..." The blonde freshman's face lit up. "Tori?!"
 
"Nikki!" Victoria smiled. "I totally forgot that you went here! Still playing basketball?"
 
"Yep! I'm a starter on the varsity team." Nikki nodded enthusiastically, acknowledging her visibly sweaty workout clothes. "I literally just got back from practice. Otherwise, I would have had time to, like, change."
 
Listening to all of this happen from the confines of his stepmom's tank top, Max had to resist the urge to groan. Throughout high school, Victoria had always been more of a known quantity than Max among his peers—partially because of his significantly more outgoing stepsister, and partially because of his stepmother's naturally-magnetic looks and charisma. Now that she was his full-time chaperone, he had a feeling this dynamic would only get worse.
 
"So, what are you doing here?" Scanning the mature amazon up and down again, the 18-year-old lesbian looked impressed. "I thought Izzy was taking a gap year."
 
"She is," said Victoria, shaking her head. "I'm actually here with Max."
 
Nikki scowled. "Who?"
 
"Izzy's stepbrother? My stepson? I think you were all in the same graduating class." Seeing the continued lack of recognition in Nikki's eyes, Victoria chuckled. "Here, one sec." 
 
Up until this point, the shrunken freshman of the moment had managed to avoid detection—but now, plucked out into the open, he found himself face to face with his high school's biggest basketball star. 
 
"Nikki," said Victoria, extending her shrunken stepson toward the stunned blonde, "Max. Max, Nikki."
 
"What the..." Taking in Victoria's sudden revelation, Nikki looked surprised—but not upset. "Whoa! He's so small!"
 
"H-hey, Nikki," said Max, forcing a smile through his usual anxiety at being up close with someone so big and good-looking. "Remember me?"
 
"Not really, sorry," said Nikki, still seemingly stuck on just how small her old classmate was. "What happened to you?"
 
"Shrinking serum," said Victoria, picking up on her stepson's nerves and deciding to take over for him. "He got dosed last night, so I'm gonna be looking after him from now on."
 
"Huh," said Nikki, "lucky guy!" Acknowledging the sheer surrealness of Max's situation, the two women laughed. Then, the blonde freshman noticed the growing number of young women standing behind Victoria. "Oh, whoops, I think we're holding up the line. But it was great running into you! Hopefully, I'll see you inside later!" 
 
"I hope so, too!" Returning her shrunken stepson to his usual perch, Victoria smiled. "Do I need to pay a cover for this guy?"
 
"Him?" Giving the three-inch-tall young man in the mature amazon's cleavage a final amused smirk, Nikki shook her head. "Nah, my treat. Have fun, Matt!" 
 
Before Max could correct his old classmate, his stepmom was already in motion again—through the doorway and into the strobing, pulsing, earsplitting chaos of the kegger.

The further Victoria ventured into the depths of House Diana, the more that Max felt a powerful urge to burrow back down into the depths of her tank top. Surrounded by hot young people, mostly girls, and seeing the way they were all looking at his voluptuous stepmom — some surprised, others envious, many almost hungry — made him wish he could completely disappear. It was even worse whenever one of them noticed him.
 
"Whoa! A real-life shrunken guy!"
 
As yet another freshman — this one just as familiar as Nikki, but nearly a foot shorter — leered over Victoria's chest, Max couldn't help doing a double-take. While it was instantly clear that she'd already had a lot to drink, every aspect of her appearance remained as effortlessly perfect as ever—from her heavily made-up elfin face to her golden blonde hair, bright blue eyes and short but curvy figure. Noticing the trademark long-sleeved pink and white shirt, blue booty shorts, white thigh-high socks and designer sneakers that graced all of her uploads and livestreams, Max knew there was no mistaking her for anyone else. This was the "Size Queen Crystal," the hottest and most popular freshman at Ventus and the newest member of House Fortuna, in the flesh.
 
"That's right," chuckled Victoria, pulling her tank top down a little for the 18-year-old influencer's benefit—just enough to offer a better glimpse at her shrunken passenger. "I'm Tori, and this is Max."
 
"H-hey there," stammered Max, nearly inaudible over the combined sounds of the kegger. After following Crystal online for most of his senior year of high school, he found it deeply surreal to be talking to her in real life—especially here and now, nestled in his amazonian stepmom's bra in the middle of his second-ever college party. "S-sorry, I'm sure you get this a lot, but I've been watching your videos since-"
 
"This so crazy!" Barely registering that Max was talking — let alone what he was actually saying — Crystal grinned up at Victoria. "Is it cool if I get a pic of you two?" 
 
"Sure!" Victoria shrugged, grinning back. "What do you think, sweetie?"
 
"Oh," said Max, not sure how he felt about the idea of a picture of him in his stepmom's cleavage going live to Crystal's millions of followers. "Maybe-"
 
Of course, by this point, Crystal was already moving to take the photo—and Victoria was already stooping down a little to ensure she got the entirety of her chest in frame. "Okay, smile!"
 
Blinded for a moment by the flash, Max sighed. If word hadn't started spreading around campus — and the world — about his sudden loss of size and newfound dependence on his stepmom, it certainly would be after this.
 
"Perfect," giggled Crystal, uploading the photo and pocketing her phone. "God, you guys are, like, SERIOUS couple goals! How'd you meet?"
 
"Us?" Victoria laughed. "I'm actually his stepmom." 
 
"Huh?" Crystal squinted. "How does that work?"
 
"Well... hmm." As Victoria prepared to summarize everything she and her newly shrunken stepson had been through over the last several hours, she felt a worrisome rumble in her stomach. "Oh, dear," she said, turning and scanning the room for the nearest bathroom. "Hold that thought."
 
"Mmkay," said Crystal, switching back to her phone to watch the likes pour in on her latest post and wandering off toward a nearby cluster of fellow Fortuna girls.
 
Thankfully, it didn't take long for Victoria to locate the ladies' room—and when she got inside, it was miraculously empty. "Phew," she said, hurrying into the furthest stall from the door and locking herself inside. "That was a close one, huh?"
 
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Before Max could ask his stepmom what she meant, her ass chimed in with a comprehensive explanation. All the tacos she'd enjoyed at lunch were clearly starting to catch up with her, and the gaseous results weren't pretty. In a matter of seconds, the whole stall smelled like a broken septic system full of rotten eggs—and if history was any guide when it came to Victoria and Mexican food, Max knew that she was only just getting started. 
 
"Hey," stammered Max, fighting through the urge to cough. "Do you, uh... did you come in here to take a..." 
 
"No, sweetie," said Victoria, shaking her head. "Otherwise I'd have my shorts off."
 
"Oh, good," said Max, unable to hide his relief. "So what's up?"
 
"What's up," sighed Victoria, "is that I came out here to party, and now I've got full-blown Taco Butt!"
 
Despite his stepmother's genuine distress, Max couldn't help cracking a smile. 'Taco Butt' was Izzy's childhood nickname for what happened whenever her mother had Mexican food—generally, 2-3 hours of heavy-duty farts followed by at least one heinous dump. Remembering the term's meaning and realizing that this was, in fact, one of the worst cases of Taco Butt he'd ever seen, he felt a profound and welcome sense of nostalgia. While he wasn't sure what that said about his relationship with his stepmother, he wasn't about to turn his nose up at any semblance of normalcy right now—even if it came in the form of some dumb family slang. "I guess you are exhibiting all the symptoms, now that you mention it. Shame we left my air purifier at home."
 
"Yeah." Picking up on her stepson's joke, Victoria returned his smile. Throughout Max's time in high school, her usual method of Taco Butt relief had been barging into his bedroom unannounced and letting loose directly into his personal air purifier—a device originally bought to help combat the constant odors that had started wafting in from the bathroom across the hall immediately after she and Izzy had moved in. "I guess I didn't realize how much we'd need it."
 
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Now facing down the combined force of two monster-strength Mexican MILF toots in a row, Max did his best to avoid showing any signs of visible discomfort. Inside, he felt like he was trapped in a hurricane of stink. Still, to ask the question he wanted to ask, he knew he wasn't going to do himself any favors by exhibiting his usual negative reaction to his stepmom's gas. "Well... in that case, maybe we could just head back to the dorm?"
 
"I don't know if that's really necessary," said Victoria, smile curling into a grin. "You might be onto something with the whole air purifier idea."
 
Max scowled. "You think someone around here has one?"
 
"I think," said Victoria, grin growing with every second. "That I'm looking at one right now."
 
Putting together what his stepmother was saying, Max went white. "You're joking, right?"
 
"Not at all," said Victoria, like whatever twisted scenario she was describing was the most reasonable thing in the world. "We used to do it all the time when I was modeling. There's a runway show in an hour, and you start getting bubble guts? Boom! Just stick a couple shrunken interns back there."
 
Max winced. "You used to put shrunken guys up your..." 
 
"Look, sweetie," said Victoria, grabbing her chest with both hands and giving her visibly uncomfortable stepson a reassuring boob squeeze. "I know I said I wanted to get you out of your shell tonight, but I could really use your help back there. Now, I'm not gonna pretend it's the most pleasant place in the world, but I've done it before, and it's perfectly safe." She chuckled. "Really, it's a lot safer than being in my bra, if you think about it. And I promise I'll make it up to you."
 
"How?" Max crossed his arms. Of course, he knew that he really didn't have a say in any of this, but in light of the sheer, unflattering realities of the situation, he was curious to see what he could get his stepmom to commit to.
 
"Max," said Victoria, plucking him out of her cleavage and winking. "Do you trust me, or not?"
 
Max sighed, unable to ignore the unspoken realities of his new relationship with Victoria. According to the pile of documents she and Bea had drafted up this afternoon, he was along for the ride for whatever his stepmom wanted to do—and at the moment, she wanted him in the back of her underwear. With that in mind, his best course of action seemed to be cooperating in the hopes of getting some brownie points—as unsettlingly literal as that term felt in this case. "I do."
 
"Good." Victoria smiled. "Now, in you go."
 
Without another word, before Max had any time to think of anything else to say, he found himself being brought behind his stepmother's back. He saw her other hand pulling back the elastic waistband of her shorts. Then, he was staring down into the mother of all ass cracks. "Whoa," he breathed, unable to contain his awe.
 
From his vastly diminished perspective, Victoria's ass was like two massive boulders—each capable of crushing him without a second thought. The space between them was an unfathomable chasm, and somewhere, deep down at the center, Max knew there was a huge, weapons-grade asshole capable of pumping out at least several dozen more Taco Butt farts. As much as he'd always had a fondness for bottom-heavy women, he had a feeling that his stepmom's big, round butt wouldn't be so pleasant once he got up close and personal—and he wouldn't have to wait long to find out.
 
A moment later, he was in—pressed down into the back of Victoria's underwear by her huge, gentle hands. Right away, it was hard not to contrast it with the suddenly familiar sensation of riding in his stepmom's cleavage. While her butt cheeks were significantly bigger and softer than her breasts, they were also a lot more smelly. Down in her crack, insulated by two layers of fabric, all the stink he'd been sampling up until now remained dangerously concentrated—and the heavy-duty quantity of ass sweat that Victoria had apparently worked up from walking around the cramped, humid house party only made it worse. Just a few seconds into his time on air purifier duty, he was already feeling dangerously woozy. 
 
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Right then, as if on cue, Victoria's asshole opened up to give him a small taste — and smell — of things to come. The resulting fart was the longest, loudest and stinkiest she'd cut so far today by far. As a concentrated gust of hot, humid stink billowed out into Max's face, he could feel his eyes watering, his throat and lungs burning, and his thoughts growing dim. With no other source of air, it wasn't like he could avoid breathing it in, either. When the blast finally stopped, some part of him felt genuinely surprised to still be alive—and even more terrified of his stepmom's raw, godlike power than ever before.
 
"Thanks for being such a good sport, sweetie," giggled Victoria, snapping her waistband back into place. "Mama owes you, big time!"
 
Finally, with her gas problem solved and her shrunken stepson secured, the mature amazon strolled confidently out of the bathroom and back out into the party—just in time to notice a crowd forming in the multipurpose room...


PART 3

The House Diana multipurpose room existed almost solely to serve as a venue for the sorority's legendary keg parties—and tonight, they were certainly getting their money's worth out of it. When Victoria strode into the room, she found it absolutely packed with students. On one side, a DJ sat working an extensive sound system. On the other, a full-blown open bar was pouring drinks to anyone coherent enough to ask for one. In the middle of it all, a circle seemed to be forming around two young women—one of whom was the same perky blonde influencer she'd been talking to before her gastric emergency.
 
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Letting out a tiny, mercifully silent fart into her three-inch-tall stepson's face, the mature amazon breathed a heavy sigh of relief. The old shrunken-guy-panty-liner trick always worked like a charm. She still hadn't decided how she was going to make this whole thing up to Max, but she knew that holding off on hooking up with his old roommate was probably a good start. If he said anything when she took him out later, she'd start by reminding him of that.
 
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Meanwhile, Max was in hell. With every blast of gas that squeaked out of his stepmom's giant pucker, he got another unwanted lungful of high-grade stink straight from the source—and it was quickly taking a toll on his faculties. Nevertheless, he remained conscious and could hear most of what was happening outside. Once his stepmom peeled him out of here, he was never going to let her hear the end of it—even if it impacted his chances of getting back to normal.
 
"There you are!" Bouncing over to Victoria with a fresh drink in her hand, Crystal grinned—visibly and audibly drunker than before. "Wait... where's your boy toy?"
 
"You mean my stepson?" Victoria shrugged. "He gets a little overwhelmed at parties, so I put him away for a while."
 
"Oh, bummer," said Crystal, too preoccupied with beckoning Victoria forward to bother asking what she meant by 'away.' "Well, c'mon over here! There's someone I want you to meet..." 
 
Pressing through the crowd of undergrads to the center of the room, the perky young blonde and the mature amazon came face to face with another of House Fortuna's biggest names—the reigning queen of the Hot Girl House, Bella Hart. Surveying the party with a characteristic look of unimpressed boredom, the bottom-heavy internet model was already counting the seconds until she could choose a playmate and head back to her room for the night—and when she saw her upstart blonde freshman neighbor, she rolled her eyes.
 
"Hey, Bella," said Crystal, "this is that girl I was telling you about. The one with the shrunken boyfriend." Turning to Victoria, she grinned again. "Tori, meet Bella."
 
"Hello, Bella," said Victoria, recognizing the voluptuous senior almost instantly thanks to Max. After years of barging into stepson's room without knocking, she'd caught him jerking off enough times to get a pretty good sense of his porn habits—and Bella's big, juicy butt seemed to be one of his favorite subjects. The beautiful young Black woman in front of her looked exactly like the longtime profile picture on her OnlyFans page — from her twin pink French braids, to her big green eyes, to her bottom-heavy, light-skinned figure, accentuated by her usual pink sports bra, basketball shorts and Jordan AF1s — and for a moment, she thought about pulling Max out and getting the two of them introduced. Then, feeling another rumble in her stomach, she decided it would be better to share his fandom herself. "My stepson's a huge fan of your work."
 
"Hey," said Bella, sounding visibly uninterested—at least until she registered the last part of Victoria's greeting. "Thanks... wait, what?"
 
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Hearing all of this happening from his smelly, sweaty perch in Victoria's underwear, bracing himself as another toot rushed out into his face, Max grimaced. He'd had full-blown nightmares less humiliating than this. The woman Victoria was talking to was none other than Big Booty Bella — one of the internet's most popular adult models and Ventus's current most-followed undergrad — and his stepmother had just told her, in so many words, that he was one of her pathetic, cum-brained followers. 
 
"My stepson, Max." Victoria chuckled. "I'm pretty sure half of his allowance was going straight to you all through high school." 
 
"That's the shrunken guy," added Crystal, nudging her housemate with an elbow. "From that photo I showed you."
 
"Huh." Faced with yet another story of one of her followers being a complete loser, Bella chuckled back. "Sorry you had to deal with that."
 
"Oh, no need to apologize." Victoria smiled. "Seeing you face to face, I'm starting to get it."
 
Eyeing the amazonian MILF's prodigious curves, Bella returned Victoria's smile. "So you're, like, his stepmom and his girlfriend?" 
 
"I don't think I finished giving Crystal the full story." Victoria chuckled, shooting an amused glance at the blonde freshman beside them. "Summary is, I came down here for Parents Weekend and he wasn't answering his phone. Spent about an hour looking around before I found him in the common room. No clothes, no memory, classic shrinking serum case." Seeing that she still had Bella and Crystal's full attention, as well as a few nearby partygoers who had stopped to listen in, she continued. "Anyway, I was gonna just bring him home, then he asked if he could stay here. So, I worked out a deal with the administration, and now I'm his campus chaperone. Sort of a liability thing, but I don't mind spending more time with him." She winked. "Technically, this is my first day as a freshman!" 
 
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Still listening from the back of Victoria's underwear, feeling less and less lucid with every incoming gust of gas, Max got another concentrated dose of perspective. Reviewing the major events of the last ten or twelve hours, it all felt even more surreal. One minute, he was waking up three inches tall in the USD common room with no clothes and a serious hangover. Then, with almost no real input on his part, he'd ended up here—wedged in his stepmom's ass, listening to her explain every humiliating detail of his recent life to Ventus's two hottest, most popular female students.
 
"Huh." Bella's smile became a grin. Against all odds, it seemed like she'd actually found something interesting out here tonight. "So... where is he right now?"
 
"Well..." Victoria grinned back, turning around and giving her buxom rump a little shake. "Somewhere safe and warm. Let's leave it at that." 
 
"Daaaaaamn!" Eyes widening at the sight of the mature amazon's massive, booty-short-clad booty, Crystal squealed with delight. "You're thick as fuck, Tori!" Inhibitions lowered by the power of alcohol, she glanced up at her housemate and smirked. "Maybe even thicker than Bella!" 
 
Recognizing this for the obvious provocation that it was, Bella crossed her arms. "No one's thicker than me." 
 
"I don't know, Bella," jeered Crystal, taking another big swig of her drink. "Ohmygod... I just got an AH-MAAAZING idea. You guys should have a twerk-off!"
 
"A twerk-off?" Bella sighed. "I don't know, Crystal. I was about to get out of here."
 
"What's the matter, dear?" Meeting Bella's gaze, Victoria did her best to convey that she meant no real harm—though the voluptuous senior looked like she wasn't here to play. "Afraid you might lose?"
"No," grumbled Bella, "I just-"
 
"Oh! Oh!" Drunkenly feeding off whatever energy was building between the two women, Crystal piped in again. "And whoever wins gets to keep Tori's boyfriend!"
"Wait," said Victoria, scowling. "Hang on. I'm not sure I'm on board with that."
 
"HEY, EVERYBODY!" Ignoring the mature amazon's protests and raising her voice, Crystal effortlessly got the whole room's attention. Even the DJ stopped spinning, curious what she had to say. "WHO WANTS TO SEE THESE TWO THICK BADDIES TWERK?"
Lubricated by several hours of drinking and smoking, the room responded with instant and riotous enthusiasm. Surrounded by cheering undergrads, pulling out their phones and getting ready to record, Victoria and Bella shared a reluctant look. 
"Well then," said Victoria, crouching down and getting into position. "I guess we're doing this?"
"Yeah," said Bella, following suit. "I guess we are."
"ALRIGHT," said Crystal, still shouting even though she had the whole room's attention. "ONE TRACK. BEST PERFORMANCE WINS. NOW..." She nodded to the DJ, who already had a song cued up to play. "THREE... TWO... ONE... GO!"
 
With that, Victoria and Bella were off—gyrating their big, round rumps to the DJ's bass-heavy dance beats. While the beautiful Black senior quickly seemed to take the lead — being the uncontested champion of every on-campus twerking contest she'd ever entered for six semesters and counting — the mature Mexican mama beside her had no trouble catching up. Even though Victoria had aged out of modeling before twerking was ever a thing, she had more than enough coordination, and booty, to match her opponent. 
 
At the same time, down in the crack of her ass, Max's situation was going from bad to worse. With every shake of his stepmom's mammoth hips, her colossal sweaty cheeks clapping around him like a pair of giant, fleshy mountains, he found himself getting pulled deeper and deeper into her rump. It was like being trapped in the middle of a super-sized ass-quake—and based on the continued rumbles of Victoria's gut, Max knew it was only a matter of time before it started agitating her current case of Taco Butt. 
 
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Feeling yet another squeaky fart slipping out into his face, muted to everyone around them by the sheer amount of noise that now filled the room, Max groaned. While this was technically not the first time his stepmother had ever twerked in his face — she'd done the same thing on the morning of his 18th birthday, culminating in a similarly stinky but thoroughly accidental toot, as a way of "welcoming him to manhood," — the experience was a lot more degrading like this. Then again, he had to remind himself that this was probably still better than going through this whole contest in Victoria's cleavage, where he'd be at risk of getting caught on all the cameras doubtlessly currently trying to record every second of his stepmom's moves.
 
At this point, the only real question was who would win. With no real way of seeing the crowd's reactions from his dark, cramped, smelly spot in the back of Victoria's undies, it was hard to tell—and harder to know if the two women would follow through on Crystal's proposed plus-up of giving him over to the winner. In spite of everything his stepmom had put him through today, he had little interest in taking his chances with a self-centered narcissist like Bella. Caught between a rock and a hard place, all could do was wait.

"Damn," chuckled Bella, glancing over at Victoria and seeing that she was still going. "You're not bad at this."
 
"Thanks," panted Victoria. "You're not too bad, yourself."
 
By now, the entire party had stopped to watch the voluptuous Black senior and the mature Mexican "freshman" doing their thing. The multipurpose room was overflowing with rowdy, horny undergrads, everyone close enough to document the contest on their phones was doing so, and a few people had even started placing bets on the outcome. With the eyes of the whole house on her huge, meaty rump, Victoria was having the time of her life—although based on the burning feeling in her hips, she wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to keep it up. After several minutes of nonstop twerking, she was already starting to feel her age. 
 
From Max's perspective, this was all a bit of a blur. Between the constant motion of his stepmom's mighty cheeks, her growing quantity of booty sweat, and her continuous stream of silent but deadly Taco Butt farts, he was feeling increasingly lightheaded—and increasingly ready for all of this to be over. While Victoria had never been able to resist the opportunity to make herself the center of attention at his expense, she was really outdoing herself tonight.
 
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As the mature amazon tried to cover up her latest fart with an especially forceful shake of her hips, the three-inch-tall freshman was pushed even further down into the depths of her crack—right up against her big, smelly butthole. Feeling his stepmom's wrinkly, rancid pucker locking against his face, unable to ignore the thought that this was technically his first time "locking lips" with a girl, he shivered with full-body disgust. Just when he thought this night couldn't have gotten more degrading, it had.
 
Based on the size of the dumps Victoria frequently left in the toilet across from his old bedroom back home, Max had always assumed she was packing an industrial-strength pooper. Now, face to face with the real thing, his suspicions were confirmed—and then some. From his newfound shrunken perspective, his stepmom's asshole was roughly the size of a tractor tire—bigger than his whole head and torso put together. To make matters even worse, the more he found himself being forced against it, the more it started responding to his unintentional advances.
 
Ironically, this unexpected "kiss" came at the exact moment that Victoria was starting to slow down—and it was just the kind of nudge she needed to get her head back in the game. Registering the unmistakable way her shrunken stepson seemed to be pressing his face up to her backdoor, she bit her lip and prepared to redouble her efforts. While it had been a long time since she'd danced this hard, and her glutes and thighs weren't happy about it, she knew she couldn't let Max down after such a tender — if slightly weird and kinky — gesture of support. In spite of all the limits she'd imposed upon him, he'd found a way to show that he was still rooting for her—and the surge of pride she felt from that was more than enough to carry her over the finish line. 
 
Throughout the contest, Max's only sense of time had come from the progression of the dance track blasting outside his fleshy prison—a track that was seemingly now nearing its climax. As the music swelled and the DJ dialed up the volume, the shrunken freshman realized that all the intense discomfort he'd gone through up until now was about to hit a similar peak. Then, sure enough, it did.
 
Entering what was clearly the home stretch of the contest, Victoria went all out. Twerking faster than ever before — and pummeling Max even harder against her asshole in the process — the Mexican MILF earned a roar of approval from the crowd. Beside her, Bella looked stunned—half by her opponent's newfound second wind and half by the copious quantity of sweat she was working up. The mature amazon's tank top and shorts were soaked, and a small puddle was forming beneath her. Nevertheless, she was still going.
 
Despite all of Max's recent experience being jostled around on his stepmom's person, nothing could have prepared him for this. At her new pace, he might as well have been trapped in an industrial paint mixer—frantically shaken back and forth by her huge, heavy cheeks at a nausea-inducing pace. All that shaking didn't do her current digestive troubles any favors, either.
 
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Once again, a miraculously-silent fart squeaked out into his face—and with no other choice, knowing that his chances of staying with his stepmother were possibly on the line, he did his best to breathe in as much as he could. If he'd built up any kind of tolerance for Victoria's gas over his years of constant exposure, it certainly didn't make her farts smell any better right now—or make him feel any less like he was going to vomit. Still, with no interest in becoming Bella's new butt plug, he knew what he had to do.
 
Feeling Max going in for another booty smooch, Victoria felt another, even more resounding surge of pride. She hadn't been expecting her stepson to take to his new role so quickly—but based on the amount of enthusiasm he already seemed to be putting into it, they'd clearly have to start doing this more often. Maybe, she mused, she'd finally found something that he was actually good at. 

"ALRIGHT EVERYONE," said the DJ, grabbing the mic from his booth. "MAKE SOME NOISE FOR OUR CONTESTANTS!" 
 
With that, the twerk-off was finally over. As the music faded out and the two women stood up to bask in the applause of their fellow undergrads, the mature amazon offered her opponent a warm smile.
 
"Nice work," said Victoria.
 
"Yeah," said Bella, wary but undeniably impressed. "You too."
 
"Toriii!" Effortlessly parting the crowd and stepping back into the circle at the center of the room, Crystal seemed ecstatic. "Ohmygod, that was amazing! You've got some fuckin' moves, girl!" 
 
"Oh," chuckled Victoria, nodding to Bella. "I don't know about that. Bella's technique was way better than mine."
 
Hearing this, Bella returned her opponent's smile. Whoever this Tori chick was, she already liked her a lot more than she liked her upstart blonde neighbor. She wasn't too bad on the eyes, either.
 
"It's not about technique, girl!" Crystal grinned. Obviously, this whole thing was just a way of undercutting her biggest rival for dominance in House Fortuna—but her new friend didn't have to know that right now. "It's about energy!"
 
"I guess I'll leave that up to the judge," said Victoria, shrugging her shoulders. "Who is judging this thing, anyway?"
 
Crystal's grin grew. "Who do you think?" Turning back to the crowd, the blonde freshman raised her voice. "ALRIGHT EVERYBODY, WHO WON THIS THING? BELLA, OR TORIII?"
 
Cued into the 'correct' choice by the extra boost of enthusiasm Crystal added to the end of her question, a hundred voices were quick to respond. "TORI!"
 
"Alright," said Crystal, giggling at Bella's clear annoyance. "There you have it. The winner is, Tori!" 
 
Bathed in all the cheers and applause that followed, Victoria couldn't help grinning again—and from his perch in her ass, Max couldn't help groaning. The idea that his stepmom had just cemented herself as the biggest new name on campus just a few hours into her first night as a freshman did not inspire confidence in where everything might go from here. Not that he had any way of changing that now, of course.
 
About ten seconds passed in unanimous ovation, and then, as quickly as the party had stopped to observe the contest, it started back up—music blaring, crowd dissipating to other parts of the house, and the circle of space collapsing. A full minute later, it seemed like the twerk-off had never happened at all—at least, for everyone except the three women still standing in the center of the room.
 
"Well," sighed Victoria, smiling down at Crystal and Bella. "I think I might have to call it there, ladies." Pulling one of the straps of her completely drenched tank top and dislodging a few visible droplets, she chuckled. "Didn't think I'd work up that much of a sweat."
 
"You know where you are, right?" Crystal giggled, nodding toward a pair of super-sized wrestlers ordering drinks at the bar. "This is the Jock House! Pretty much the only place on campus where no one cares how sweaty you are." She hesitated for a moment, then rolled her eyes. "I mean, aside from the Loser House, but, like, y'know. Ick. Anyway, c'mon! Lemme buy you a drink!"
 
"You know, now that you mention it... I'm feeling pretty sweaty, too." Taking a step forward, Bella offered Victoria another smile — much warmer and sultrier than all her previous smiles — and allowed her eyes to wander up and down the mature amazon's curvy figure for several seconds. "My dorm's just down the street, and I've got a really big shower. Maybe we could... go get washed up together?"



Still listening in on all of this from the back of Victoria's underwear, Max swallowed hard. At this point, all he wanted to do was get out of his stepmom's ass, and soon—although it seemed like she suddenly had no shortage of options for how she might spend the rest of her night. Again, whether he liked it or not, whatever happened next would be up to her. 

"That's very tempting." Victoria shot Bella a wink, then looked over to Crystal. "Both your offers, really. But I should probably get back." She chuckled. "I'm sure Max is feeling pretty burned out, too."
 
Hearing his stepmom invoking his name from his perch in her shorts, Max exhaled hard. Maybe, just maybe, he'd get to the end of this night without having to witness Victoria hooking up with someone.
 
"No worries," Bella shrugged, already scanning the room for another playmate.
 
"Fiiine," said Crystal, pulling her phone from her pocket. "Ooh, before I forget! Can I get your number?"
 
"Me? Of course!" Accepting the blonde freshman's invitation, Victoria quickly plugged in her contact info—and then did the same for Bella. 
 
"Sweet!" Crystal grinned, staggering forward a little under the influence of everything she'd had to drink. "You're unaffiliated, right?"
 
"Yeah," said Victoria. "Why do you ask?"
 
"Just curious." Crystal's grin grew. "If you ever wanna change that, lemme know. I'm sure both of us would be happy to put in a good word for you with JJ."
 
"For sure," said Bella, sounding like she didn't appreciate being spoken for—but not entirely opposed to the idea in question. 
 
"That's very nice of you." Feeling yet another rumble in her stomach, the mature amazon started moving toward the door. "Although I'm not sure how that would work with Max."
 
"He wouldn't be the only shrunken guy in there," giggled Crystal. "Right Bella?"
 
"Probably not," said Bella, seemingly ready to make an exit of her own. "There's a couple every year." 
 
"Huh, interesting," said Victoria, wincing a little as she felt another fart coming on. "Well, maybe we can discuss it over brunch some time?"
 
Crystal nodded eagerly, too drunk to notice the mature amazon's discomfort. "Sounds like a plan! I'll text you!"
 
"Perfect!" Equally eager to keep her new friends out of the blast radius of her next bout of Taco Butt, Victoria offered the beautiful internet stars a final warm smile. "Well, enjoy the rest of your night!"
 
""You too," said Crystal, flashing a peace sign. "Later, Tori!"
 
"See ya," said Bella, making eyes with another potential playmate—the same doe-eyed blonde sophomore she'd hooked up with the night before.
 
With no interest in sticking around and risking a toot of the non-silent variety, Victoria wasted no time hurrying out of the party. Outside, the whole campus was still buzzing with nightlife—and the return walk to USD was filled with tipsy students coming or going from other various gatherings. This dramatically limited her ability to relieve the pressure in her gut without being heard or seen, which meant that it just kept building until she made it back to the dorm.
 
Meanwhile, still buried between his stepmom's huge, sweaty cheeks, Max had never felt more relieved. At last, the party was over, and he was heading home—not back to his childhood bedroom in Sunnyvale, but to the same dorm where he'd woken up this morning. His first day at three inches tall was almost over, and in the grand scheme of things, he knew it could have gone far, far worse.
 
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The moment Victoria stepped inside and closed the door to their new room, all the concentrated Taco Butt exhaust she'd been holding in came roaring out with a vengeance—right into her shrunken stepson's face. Even after everything he'd already gone through today, all the farts, sweat, smothering and twerking under his stepmom's overpowering curves, Max was totally powerless against a fart like this. It was the single longest, loudest, stinkiest blast of gas he'd ever experienced in his entire life, putting today's previous record holder back in the bathroom in House Diana to shame—and after a few noxious lungfuls straight from the source, he quickly came to terms with what would happen next. For the second day in a row, he was going to end the night by blacking out.
 
***
 
When Max woke up, he was soaking wet—but not in the way he'd been before. Opening his eyes, he found himself back in Victoria's giant, soft hands, cradled in their new room's bathroom sink. Based on the large towel draped around his stepmom's considerable curves and the subtle humidity in the air, she'd just gotten out of the shower—and now, she was apparently helping him get washed up, too.
 
"Oh, good." Seeing that her stepson was finally awake, Victoria smiled. "I was hoping that would do the trick."
 
"H-hey," said Max, instinctively cupping a hand over his groin. "How long was I just out?"
 
"Not too long," said Victoria, bringing her hands under the faucet to dump some more water on her shrunken stepson. "Maybe fifteen minutes..." She chuckled. "Probably should have taken you out before I let loose like that. Sorry, sweetie."
 
"Maybe, yeah," said Max, still too dazed — and grateful that the night hadn't ended in some variety of giant-sized hookup — to offer much resistance on any of this. "It happens, I guess."
 
"I'm glad you feel that way." Victoria grinned. "Seems like you ended up enjoying yourself back there."
 
Max scowled. "What makes you say that?"
 
"You know." Victoria wiggled her eyebrows. "Let's just say all those little kisses didn't go unnoticed."
 
"All those..." Realizing what his stepmom was implying, Max went bright red. "That wasn't... I was just..."
 
"No need to be modest, dear," Victoria chuckled, shutting off the faucet. "I thought it was very sweet." 
 
"That's not- whoa!" Before Max could say more, his giant guardian scooped him out of the sink and began drying him off with her towel. Only then did the three-inch tall freshman realize how grimy he'd gotten since last night, and how nice it felt to be clean again. As weird as every detail of his new life still seemed, getting washed up was an undeniable and much-needed morale boost—even if he couldn't quite get the smell of his stepmom's last fart all the way out of his nose.
 
"Now," said Victoria, carrying her shrunken stepson back into their new bedroom and setting him down on the nightstand. "Where do you want to sleep tonight?" 
 
"I dunno," said Max, scanning around the room. "Maybe I could..." As he looked back to his stepmom and saw her returning her towel to the hook on the bathroom door, he found it impossible to keep his jaw from dropping. Victoria was now completely naked. "What the..."
 
"See something you like, sweetie?" Stepping back up to the nightstand, Victoria stooped down over her shrunken stepson and gave her chest a shake. With nothing to constrain her vast, gravity-defying boobs, the resulting jiggle factor was absolutely spectacular. "I was thinking you might like bunking with 'the girls.'" 
 
"I..." With his entire field of view filled with his stepmom's big, bouncing breasts, Max had no luck stringing together any kind of coherent response. "The..."
 
"But," Victoria continued, turning around and wiggling her giant, contest-winning rump. "I really wasn't expecting you to come on so strong with Mama's booty at the party. So you could go back there, too."
 
Still paralyzed by all the giant-sized curves being flaunted in his face, Max had just enough situational awareness to shake his head. "N-no, t-that's alright."
 
"Are you sure?" Looking back at her stepson, Victoria smiled smugly. "You know I can always tell when you're lying, sweetie."
 
Max sighed. This was one of his stepmom's favorite refrains, often invoked in situations where he was telling the truth—but just lacked the confidence to stand up for whatever he was trying to say. Gathering enough willpower to attempt a response, he met his stepmom's gaze and attempted his best 'serious face.' "Look. It's been a long day. I don't mind if you put me back in your bra in the morning or whatever, but all I really want right now is a little me-time."
 
"'You time'?" Victoria grinned, miming a jacking-off motion with her hand. "You mean..."
 
"What?" Again, Max blushed. "I- no! Not like that. I just mean, we've been together nonstop since this morning. Couldn't you just, like, set me up in a tissue box or something?"
 
"And risk someone coming in and taking you while I'm asleep?" Victoria shook her head. "I'm not staying here for my health, sweetie. I'm here to look after you. And I don't take that responsibility lightly. Now, hurry up and decide before I decide for you."
 
"I..." Resisting the urge to point out that their new dorm room had two very new and very reliable-looking locks on the front door, Max let out another long sigh. This whole situation was a perfect intersection of his stepmom's natural stubborn streak and her overprotective streak—and as he remembered several similar frustratingly one-sided arguments he'd had with her in the past, he knew there wouldn't be any way out of this that didn't happen on her terms. "Well..."
 
"Alright," said Victoria, reaching down and scooping her stepson up. "Time's up. Option 2 it is."
 
"Wait," yelped Max, trying not to hyperventilate as he realized what 'Option 2' meant. "I changed my mind!"
 
"What did I tell you, sweetie?" Settling into bed and gently nestling her struggling, stammering shrunken stepson back down between her cheeks, Victoria chuckled. "You had your chance to choose, and you missed it." Feeling Max quickly finding his way back down to the deepest depths of her crack, she couldn't help biting her lip again. "Now... sweet dreams, sweetie."
 
Once again buried under the overwhelming force of his stepmom's vast, blubbery buttocks, surrounded by smothering softness and the worrisome gurgles of her digestive system, all Max could do was groan. It was going to be a very long and very smelly night.


PART 4

For Max, the next twelve hours felt like years. Between the crushing pressure of his stepmother's big, round rump, her incessant unladylike snoring and equally-incessant farts, he barely managed a single minute of actual sleep. His only moment of relief came around 3:00 AM when Victoria rolled onto her side and briefly dislodged him from her cheeks—but despite being half-asleep, she wasted no time bringing a hand back to return him to his rightful place. Since then, buried with his face right up against her colossal, frustratingly productive asshole, he hadn't budged. 
 
With his stepmom's ass dominating all five of his senses, the three-inch freshman had no way of knowing how much time had passed. At this point, the only thing he cared about was getting out of here as soon as possible—and making it clear to Victoria that he had no interest in spending a single additional second in her ass ever again. Unfortunately, when the Mexican MILF finally stirred awake, her digestive system had a final parting gift for him.
 
BBBBRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP
 
While Max was borderline numb to the effects of Victoria's gas by now, that certainly didn't make it smell any better. Going off the aroma of this particular fart, which was very much in line with the last 40 or 50 such farts she'd cut in his face since last night, the burritos she'd enjoyed yesterday with Bea were clearly still doing their thing. Hopefully, she'd take pity on him and eat a little lighter today—although, knowing his stepmother, he had no reason to count on that.
 
"Mmm," Victoria cooed, clenching her cheeks around her shrunken stepson. "Morning, sweetie! How'd you sleep back there?"
 
"Fine," grumbled Max, allowing himself to go limp as his stepmom reached a hand back to peel him out of her ass. "H-how about you?"
 
"Marvelously." Victoria grinned, biting her lip. "I think that was the best I've slept in years."
 
"Oh." Trying not to think about the implications of this statement, Max did his best to force a smile. "Good. Listen, uh, sorry if I gave you the wrong idea yesterday, but-" 
 
Before the three-inch freshman could continue, a loud buzzing from the nightstand cut him off—and when he looked over and saw the caller ID preview on his stepmom's phone, he went white. 
 
"Hold that thought, sweetie," said Victoria, setting her stepson down and rolling over to answer the call. "I think that's Izzy. I'm sure she's almost here."
 
"Izzy?" Max winced, ducking down to avoid being pancaked by one of his stepmom's powerful thighs as she shifted across the bed. Half the reason he'd agreed to let Victoria become his new campus chaperone was to avoid getting stuck at home with her daughter, his stepsister. "W-what's she doing here?"
 
"Just dropping off some stuff for me," said Victoria, picking up the phone.

"I told her what happened, and she decided to drive down this morning."
 
"From Sunnyvale?" Max squinted. "Isn't that, like... a six-hour drive?"
 
"It is," said Victoria, looking at her phone. "But it's 11 AM."
 
"Oh," said Max, feeling more and more disoriented by the second. "So... she's here?"
 
"Almost. What's the matter?" Victoria frowned. "Don't tell me you're scared of your own little sister seeing you like this?"
 
"She's not my... nevermind." Max groaned. Technically, Izzy was only his "little" stepsister by about five days, but that had never stopped her from pulling rank with her mom as the baby of the family. "I just-"
 
"One second, sweetie," said Victoria, finally putting her phone to her ear. Max could hear her voice change the second the call connected—rising to a register of affection it never held for him. "Hello, honey! Have you parked yet? Yeah? Perfect! Yeah, room 201. Just knock when you're here. Alright. Love you too. Mwah!" 
 
"Fuck," Max muttered, shaking his head.
 
"What was that, sweetie?" Disconnecting the call, Victoria returned her attention to her shrunken stepson. "Did you say something?"
 
"Nothing," said Max, sighing. While he knew he wouldn't have any control over the day's trajectory once Izzy arrived, he still had a window to clear this whole butt situation up—and depending on how long his stepsister stuck around, he wasn't sure when he'd get that kind of chance again. "But what I was saying before-"
 
"MOM?"
 
Recognizing the voice at the door, Max grimaced. "That was fast."
 
"No kidding," said Victoria, springing out of bed and grabbing the same pair of booty shorts and tank top she'd worn to House Diana. "Always a smart one, that little sister of yours."
 
Watching the mature amazon squeezing her borderline supernatural curves into the still-too-tight activewear, it was hard for Max not to stare. The experience of being so much smaller than his stepmom — and, by extension, her eye-popping figure — was still a lot for his horny adolescent mind to process. Based on the way she smiled when she met his gaze, she understood this just as much as he did. 
 
"You know my eyes are up here," said Victoria, giving her hips a playful shake. "Right, sweetie?"
 
"Huh?" Max blushed. "Oh, uh, yeah. Listen, uh... would you mind if I, uh... maybe, like..."
 
"What is it, sweetie?" Victoria winked. "You wanna hitch a ride in Mama's boobs again?"
 
"No," said Max, trying to think of a way to ask his stepmother if she'd be willing to hide him somewhere until his stepsister left. "It's just..."
 
"HELLO???" Again, the voice behind the door cut Max off.
 
"Coming, sweetie!" Leaving her shrunken stepson hanging once again, Victoria bounced back over and unlocked the door—revealing her darling Izzy, in the flesh. 
 
Much to Max's chagrin, the bottom-heavy Mexican-American 18-year-old remained every bit her mother's daughter. While she was a several inches shorter than her mom at 5'3" and good deal lighter at 180 pounds, she'd inherited every bit of Victoria's looks and natural confidence. With her straight black hair in its usual emo fringe, her brown eyes and full lips covered in their usual quantity of black eyeliner and lipstick, her cute, round face accented with its usual quantity of piercings, and her outfit — a black tank top, black cut-off jean shorts and a pair of black Converse high-tops — dotted with the usual mix of vague stains, she also seemed to remain committed to the same crusty "Mall Goth" aesthetic she'd been rocking for as long as Max had known her—a look that made her a big hit with boys and thoroughly unemployable anywhere other than the 7/11 by their house in Sunnyvale.
 
"Hey, Mom!" Scanning the room and landing squarely on the shrunken, naked young man standing on the bed behind her mom, Izzy grinned wickedly. "Sup, big bro... or should I say, lil bro?"
 
As mother and daughter shared a laugh, Max could feel his face getting warm. Already, he really didn't like where this was going. 
 
"Easy now, honey," giggled Victoria, stepping back over to the bad. "I think we're embarrassing him."
 
"Good." Izzy's grin grew. "God, what a little perv! I'm sure he's loving this."
 
"Oh, don't be so hard on him," Victoria chuckled, bending down to pat her stepson's head with a finger. "You know he's never been good at standing up for himself. Especially with you."
 
Hearing this, Max couldn't help grimacing again. If his stepmom's tendency to smother him wasn't annoying enough, her tendency to constantly undercut him in front of his stepsister was even worse—and probably had a lot to do with the power dynamic that had formed between the two stepsiblings.
 
"True that," said Izzy, joining her mother beside the bed and leering over her three-inch-tall stepbrother like a bottom-heavy goth Godzilla. "I'm sure this is, like, your worst nightmare, huh? Big bad Izzy, ten times your size?"
 
"More than that, honey," said Victoria. "If you're 5'3", and he's three inches tall, that's..."
 
"Ah, whatever," said Izzy, rolling her eyes. "You know I hate math. Point is, I'm big, he's small, and he can't do shit about it."
 
Ignoring her daughter's characteristic disdain of "nerd shit," Victoria beamed. "Well, I suppose I can't argue with you there."
 
"Damn," said Izzy, crouching down to put herself at eye level with her stepbrother. "This is fuckin' trippy. So you're just gonna, like, take care of him from now on?"
 
"That's the plan," said Victoria, smiling proudly. "I'm his new campus chaperone."
 
"Jeez, lil bro," said Izzy, looming even further over Max. "I always knew you were a loser, but this is next level! You can't even go to college without mommy, huh?"
 
While this was happening, Max remained totally paralyzed. His stepsister was clearly just as much of a wild card as ever, the only person on earth who could make the prospect of spending the rest of his life with his overbearing stepmom seem like a dream come true. She'd been the bane of his existence since they day they'd met —  waking him up most mornings by farting in his face, forcing him to rub her feet most afternoons after school, using his bedroom as one big laundry bin for her dirty underwear and socks, and subjecting him to humiliating games of truth or dare with her friends on the weekends — and he had a feeling that this was another significant factor in his current total lack of self-esteem. Now that she was twenty times his size, he could hardly imagine what else she might be capable of subjecting him to—and he really didn't want to find out.
 
"Not anymore," said Victoria, just as amused by Izzy's observation but trying — and failing — to hide it for her stepson's benefit. "Want to hold him?"

Izzy's eyes lit up with mischief. "Absolutely!"

"Oh, uh," Max stammered. "I don't know if that's a good-"
 
"Relax, bro, I'll be gentle." As the bottom-heavy mall goth extended a hand toward her stepbrother, a gurgle from her stomach made her pause. "Ooh, actually... better idea."
 
Before Max or Victoria could ask Izzy what she meant, she stood up and turned around to show them—sticking out her butt toward her shrunken stepbrother just in time to hit him with an absolutely massive fart. 
 
PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT
 
Even after a day of near-constant proximity to his stepmother's ass, Max found the experience of getting gassed by his not-so-little sister uniquely unpleasant. Back when they'd lived together, this had been one of her favorite ways to torment him: coming into his room whenever she had to let loose. Of course, unlike her mother, who'd had the common courtesy to pass her gas into her stepson's air purifier, Izzy had always preferred doing so right in her timid stepbrother's face—never close enough that Max actually got to touch her butt, but enough to leave him flustered every time. Here and now, at least twenty times smaller than before, he felt even more degraded—and if the smell was any indication, his stepsister's diet of gas station snacks and microwave taquitos hadn't changed much since he'd moved out.
 
"Whew!" Watching her stepbrother doubling over in agony in the aftermath of her latest release, Izzy laughed. "That was a good one."
 
"Isabella!" Victoria did her best to affect an air of outrage, quietly brimming with pride at her daughter's total lack of inhibition about her bodily functions—something the Mexican MILF had spent much of her own adolescence teaching herself not to be ashamed of. "Who raised you?"
 
"Who do you think?" Looking back at her mom, Izzy grinned again. "C'mon, you know he likes it."
 
Dropping any pretense of disapproval, Victoria grinned back. "You don't know the half of it. Yesterday... well, actually, we were just talking about that before you came in." Turning her attention back to her shrunken stepson, the mature amazon chuckled. "Max, since you said you don't want to ride in my boobs again..." Shooting him another wink, she gestured toward her prodigious rump. "Does that mean you'd rather go back in Mama's panties?"
 
"Back?" Izzy burst out laughing. "Wait... you had him in your ass?"
 
"Mmhmm!" Ignoring the way Max was now blushing, Victoria nodded. "For a couple of hours, believe it or not. Bad case of Taco Butt. Worked like a charm."
 
"You mean..." Still struggling to form words between laughs, Izzy wiped her eyes. "Oh my god, that's fuckin' wild. And he liked it?" 
 
"Well, actually," said Max, finally working up the courage to speak. "Not really."
 
"Oh, c'mon, sweetie." Again, Victoria chuckled. "You don't have to be embarrassed about it, there's no judgement here."
 
"I dunno about that," scoffed Izzy, visibly thrilled to be reunited with her favorite outlet for her natural domineering streak. "I mean, I'm not gonna pretend like he's not a little perv."
 
"What I mean is," said Victoria, turning around and shaking her huge, jiggling cheeks toward her stepson. "You know how big my booty is. It's not like anyone's gonna see you down there."
 
"Hang on," said Izzy, presenting her chest for the three-inch-tall freshman's benefit. "I think what Maxie was trying to say is that he doesn't want to ride in your boobs because he'd rather ride in mine!" 
 
Finally meeting his stepsister's gaze, Max froze. Judging by the telltale twinkle of sadistic joy in her eyes, he knew he had absolutely no reason to trust this offer. Then again, after a night in his stepmom's ass, the idea of spending any length of time with his face not pressed up against her giant asshole was pretty tempting. 
 
"Well," said Victoria, unable to keep from smiling at her daughter's irrepressible knack for messing with her stepbrother. "I suppose that could work, too. Max, what do you think?"
 
Faced with the combined attention of the two most domineering women in his life, Max swallowed hard. From where he currently stood, neither of them gave him much to get excited about—but he understood that if he didn't respond soon, one of them would decide for him. Against his better judgment, well aware that his time was limited, he tried to weigh the pros and cons of the situation as objectively as possible.
 
By choosing Victoria, he'd be resigning himself to at least a few more hours in her ass. Based on how much she seemed to enjoy having him back there and the fact that he'd just turned down a ride in her cleavage, he had a feeling that any attempt to push back on that conclusion would be met with mild annoyance at best—and his all-too-likely failure would significantly undermine any future attempts to convince her that he didn't like being her personal fart absorber. The only real upside was that she wasn't her daughter. 
 
As much as Max wanted to avoid a reunion with his stepmom's asshole, he had to admit that it would be a small price to pay compared to getting stuck with his stepsister in any capacity. Recalling all the torments Izzy had subjected him to over the years, a dozen worst-case results of ending up in her clutches quickly came to mind. Some included going up her ass. Others included being eaten. Many included her talking Victoria into letting her keep Max for herself. This last scenario made the shrunken freshman shudder more than all the others combined—suggesting he'd found his answer. If there was even the slightest chance of something like that happening, the choice was clear.
 
"I, uh..." Blushing redder than ever, Max nodded toward his stepmother. "I guess I'll go with you, Victoria."
 
"Wow," said Izzy, still grinning. "You really are Mom's little butt boy now, huh?"
 
"Don't listen to her, sweetie," said Victoria, offering the three-inch freshman a warm smile. "I think you made a wonderful choice. Now, how about we get you back there?"
 
"Back there?" Max hesitated, trying to find the words to talk his way out of this. "Oh, uh, well... the thing is, I misheard you earlier. I thought you asked if I wanted to hitch a ride in your booty. Which I don't. I actually wouldn't mind going back in your boobs."
 
"Oh, come on! You really expect me to believe that?" Victoria scoffed. "What, are you just nervous because your sister is here? She doesn't care. Izzy, do you care?"
 
"Nope," said Izzy, brimming with smugness. "I mean, it's not like there's any other woman who'd let a freak like him near their ass. And honestly? Knowing how you get after a couple tacos? He's doing god's work back there." 
 
"My thoughts exactly," said Victoria, reaching down and plucking her shrunken stepson off the bed. "I think it's a perfect place for a guy like you, sweetie. And you did such a wonderful job last night."
 
"I..." With his field of view dominated by the supple maternal breasts he'd so foolishly just turned down a spot between, Max sighed. The window for debate was clearly over—and any further pushback would run the risk of getting on his stepmom's bad side. All he could do now was roll with the punches. "Fine. Forget I said anything."
 
"That's more like it." Offering her stepson a final smile, Victoria brought him around to the waistband of her shorts.
 
Staring down his stepmom's massive ass again, Max wasn't sure how to feel. On the one hand, being back in her crack was going to be unpleasant in several different senses of the word—just as hot, smelly and oppressive as before. On the other hand, it was also going to give him a much-needed break from his stepsister and all of her hijinks. Somehow, just 24 hours after waking up three inches tall, these were the kinds of thoughts that were going through his head.
 
"Ooh, hold up!" Stepping behind her mom, Izzy pulled out her phone. "I wanna get a video of this."
 
"Oh, honey..." Victoria chuckled. "Do you think that's really necessary?"
 
"Are you serious?" Izzy rolled her eyes. "This is, like, the funniest shit I've seen in years! I bet it'll go crazy viral!"
 
Watching this exchange from his perch in Victoria's hand, Max had to resist the urge to interject—hoping against hope that he'd make it into his stepmom's ass before his stepsister started recording. With the threat of ending up in one of his stepsister's TikToks on the table, the idea of the quiet, private discomfort of being his stepmom's fart absorber was looking better and better every second.
 
"Alright, fine," said Victoria, shrugging. "I don't see why not."
 
"Good," said Izzy, before switching the camera into selfie mode and ducking into the frame. "What's up, internet, it's ya girl Izzy. I'm down in San Trasero visiting my mom... and my fuckin' loser of a stepbrother. Get this: my bro just got to college and someone dosed his ass with shrinking serum!"
 
Hearing this, Max groaned. When — not if — his stepsister posted this video, every one of his old classmates and hometown peers would see just how far he'd fallen since high school. Assuming they hadn't already seen the picture of him in his stepmom's cleavage on Crystal's feeds last night, of course. With that in mind, some small but worrisomely vocal part of him was ready to retreat into the smothering embrace of Victoria's rump.
 
"Anyway," Izzy continued, nodding to her mother. "Mom, you were about to show me lil Maxie's favorite spot?"
 
"Of course," said Victoria, pulling back the band of her shorts and carefully nestling her shrunken stepson down between her cheeks. "Alright, sweetie, here goes!"
 
As the mature amazon wedged Max down into the familiar confines of her ass crack, he felt a curious wave of relief. While he couldn't take much for granted right now, he knew he could count on his stepmom's big, blubbery butt to keep him safe from any further torment at the hands of his stepsister—and after all the morning's unexpected twists and turns, he knew that wasn't nothing. Of course, rationally, he also knew it was insane to be thinking in these terms—but that didn't change the reality of his current conditions.
 
BBRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP
 
As if on cue, another thunderous fart blasted out of his stepmom's asshole and right into him, just as bad as all the ones he'd absorbed throughout the previous night, if not worse. Maybe this was just the result of Victoria holding herself back for her daughter's benefit for the past few minutes—or maybe it had something to do with the fact that she had yet to visit the bathroom this morning. Either way, it was a sign of clear and present danger for the three-inch-tall young man in her crack—and only served to amplify his humiliation.
 
"Oh, my!" Victoria chuckled, glancing back at her daughter in surprise. "Please tell me you didn't get that on camera."
 
"Okay," said Izzy, posting the clip to TikTok and flashing her screen to her mom. "I won't tell you."
 
"I... Oh, you..." Victoria shook her head with poorly-suppressed amusement. "If I go viral because of that, I want a cut of the money."
 
"Deal." Izzy giggled. "So, you wanna help me get all your shit from the car?"
 
Victoria nodded. "Let's do it."

PART 5

The process of unloading Izzy's car took the better part of an hour — aided by the ever-gregarious Zeke, who emerged from his room around noon and immediately offered to assist. Meanwhile, Max remained buried in a pressure cooker of warm, smelly flesh, blissfully unaware of everything happening outside. While he wasn't exactly overjoyed to be stuck in his stepmom's ass for a second day in a row, he had to admit that it was a lot simpler and less stressful than whatever he'd be going through outside.

Sure, the crack of Victoria's ass wasn't the most comfortable place in the world. But it was also soft, safe, and quiet—at least, whenever his stepmom didn't have to fart. There were no mischievous stepsisters to torment him, irrepressibly flirty former roommates to get under his skin, or collegiate peers to gawk at him and make him feel like the freak he was. All he had to worry about was sweat, butt funk and farts—and compared to the challenges of trying to continue acting like a fully-fledged human being, that increasingly didn't seem like the worst trade-off.

Fifteen minutes after Victoria's last bag made it up to Room 201, the Mexican MILF and her daughter had made their way over to Ventus's main dining hall and secured a spot to sit. While this was no easy task for most people on a busy fall Sunday afternoon, most people weren't Izzy—who quickly zeroed in on the weakest, most timid-looking group of male students in attendance and coerced them to give up their table. Watching this, as usual, her mom felt nothing but pride.
 
"So," said Victoria, digging into her heaping tray of extra-cheese pizza with both hands, "what do you think?"
 
"Of Ventus?" Halfway through a pizza bite of her own, Izzy shrugged. "I dunno. It's nice enough. I can see why Max wanted to go here."
 
"Oh?" Victoria raised an eyebrow. "And why's that?"
 
"There's, like, three girls for every guy here," said Izzy, scanning the room. "And they're all stupid hot." Looking back at her mother, she smirked. "Makes it even funnier that he ended up with you." 
 
"You're saying I'm not 'stupid hot'?" Victoria feigned a pout. "I think your brother would disagree."
 
"Step-brother," said Izzy. "And yeah... knowing him..." She giggled. "I mean, remember our graduation party?"
 
"How could I forget?" Recalling the incident her daughter was referring to, the Mexican MILF chuckled fondly. A few weeks after Max and Izzy graduated from high school, Victoria had decided to celebrate their accomplishments by having their entire class over for a pool party—and when her stepson had seen the revealing swimsuit she'd elected to wear, he'd gotten so aroused that he'd had to excuse himself up to his bedroom for the majority of the day. "Funny thing is, I don't think a single one of your friends even noticed he was gone."
 
"Probably because I told them he was jacking off," said Izzy, smirk growing. 
 
"Izzy!" Victoria laughed. "No wonder he never made any friends at that school."
 
"Can you blame me? Look at him now." Izzy's smirk became a grin. "I still can't believe he asked to go up your ass."
 
"Yeah," said Victoria, shaking her head. "That's a new one for me, too. Although I'm sure it's pretty overwhelming being that small." 
 
"True," said Izzy. "Poor little perv. Just when he was about to get away from you, too."
 
"Right? Talk about a close call." Victoria leaned forward, unintentionally pressing the shrunken young man in question even further down against her backdoor. "So... have you thought any more about applying here? I saw my friend Bea the other day, and she said her offer still stands."
 
"That's nice." Izzy made a face. "Although... it'd be kinda weird, now that you're here."
 
"Oh, come on." Victoria scowled. "This is one of the best schools in the world!"
 
Again, Izzy shrugged. "And?"
 
Victoria crossed her arms. "And I really don't like the idea of you just sitting around the house for the next four years while I'm down here with your brother."
 
"Step-brother," said Izzy, rolling her eyes. "And I'm not just 'sitting around.' I'm streaming!"
 
"Ah, right." Victoria pursed her lips. "Of course. Streaming."
 
"Look," said Izzy, "just because you don't get it doesn't mean it's not a real thing! How did your parents react when you told them you were gonna go into modeling?"
 
"I got into modeling by getting a job as a model," said Victoria, frowning. "And once they saw how much money I was making, they were all about it. I'm not seeing anything like that here."
 
"Well, yeah," Izzy scoffed. "I'm not making any money yet. But I only started like, three months ago! This stuff takes time!"
 
"If you say so." Accustomed to this level of stubbornness by now, Victoria sighed. "Maybe we should talk about something else?" 
 
As mother and daughter continued catching up, Max was finally starting to drift off into something like sleep—as much as he could get while being subjected to the constant crushing pressure and oppressive odors of his stepmom's ass. His current lack of food and water didn't help, either; he was good and ready for some breakfast of his own, and the only liquid he had to quench his thirst was Victoria's sweat. Of course, at the same time, he was still glad to be sequestered away from Izzy.
 
BRRRRTTTTTTTT
 
Feeling another silent but deadly gust of rancid gas hiss out into his face, the three-inch young man grimaced. When his stepmom's farts got this bad, it meant one thing and one thing only: she had to take a dump, and soon. Hopefully, he thought, she'd have enough mercy to take him out of her crack before that happened. 
 
"Whew," said Victoria, wrinkling her nose. "Sorry about that."
 
"It's fine," said Izzy. "I'm used to…" Glancing over her mother's shoulder, she gasped. "Holy shit! Is that Crystal West?"
 
Following her daughter's gaze, Victoria smiled. Sure enough, a few tables behind them, there was Crystal—and when she noticed the two women staring at her, her face lit up.
 
"Oh, hey, Tori!" Excusing herself from her table of fellow Hot Girl House residents and stepping over to Victoria and Izzy, the blonde influencer looked like she'd fully recovered from last night's debauchery. "Who's your friend?"
 
"Hey, Crystal," said Victoria, nodding to her stunned daughter. "This my daughter, Izzy."
 
"Your daughter?" Crystal's eyes went wide. "No way! I see the resemblance, but I would've thought you were sisters!"
 
"You're sweet," Victoria chuckled. "We get that a lot."
 
"Hey," said Izzy, her usual cool-girl act shattered by the fact that her mom was apparently on speaking terms with one of the world's most popular internet stars. "I... nice to meet you."
 
"Nice to meet you, too!" Settling herself at the table without an invitation, Crystal shot Izzy a knowing grin. "Your mom was the life of the party last night, you know that?"
 
"Oh, god," said Izzy, reflexively cringing. "What'd she do?"
 
"Nothing crazy," said Crystal. "Just got roped into a twerking contest with Bella Hart."
 
"Bella Hart?" Izzy's jaw dropped. "Like, the Bella Hart?"
 
"Yeah, that one." Crystal's grin grew. "And get this: she won!"
 
"S-seriously?" Izzy glanced back at her mom with equal parts confusion and respect. "Since when do you know how to twerk?"
 
"Oh, you know," said Victoria. "I just got lucky, is all."
 
"She's being modest," Crystal giggled. "Say, Tori, speaking of last night... where's your boyfriend?" 
 
"You mean my stepson?" Victoria gave her hips a theatrical slap. "Take a wild guess."
 
"Ooh, lucky guy!" Crystal wiggled her eyebrows. "Seems like that's his favorite spot."
 
"I think he'd probably agree," said Victoria, offering another nod to her daughter. "Izzy got a great video of me sticking him back there this morning."
 
"Really?" For a world-class social media star, Crystal sounded genuinely intrigued. "Can I see?"
 
"Huh?" Unsure how her post would hold up to the influencer's usual standards, Izzy pulled out her phone and half-heartedly cued up the video. "I... sure, yeah. It's nothing crazy."
 
"I'll be the judge of that," said Crystal, glancing down at Izzy's screen as the clip began to play. "Wait... ohmygod! This is gold!"
 
"You think so?" Saying this, Izzy was unable to conceal the hope in her voice. 
 
"Are you kidding me? This is the best thing I've seen all week!" As if to prove her enthusiasm, Crystal pulled out her phone and promptly re-shared Izzy's video—single-handedly sending it viral as easily as another person might send a text message.
 
"Holy..." Already seeing her feeds lighting up with activity, Izzy was giddy. "T-thank you!"
 
"Don't mention it," said Crystal, clearly amused at how much she'd just made Izzy's day. "Have you ever thought about getting into making content? Like, more than as a hobby? You've got the looks and the camera presence for it."
 
"You think so?" Izzy nodded eagerly. "I've got a Twitch account, but it hasn't really gone anywhere. Not like yours or anything."
 
"Oh, cool!" Crystal nodded back. "Maybe I can plug your stream on mine sometime."
 
Roused uncomfortably awake by Victoria's latest fart, her shrunken stepson managed to hear most of this conversation from his perch in her crack—and wasn't thrilled at the prospect of his stepsister's new video being re-shared, especially by Crystal, of all people. Until this point, the only way he'd been able to make peace with the humiliating clip going online was by reminding himself that Izzy only had a few hundred followers—but now that it was on Crystal's feeds, all bets were off. Now, even if he did manage to make it back to normal, he'd be dealing with the aftermath of that video forever.

Faced with the unshakeable truth that several million people all over the world were going to witness his stepmother farting on him and shoving him up her ass over the next few hours, the part of him that was starting to see the positive side of being stuck down here was getting more and more vocal with every passing second. If this was his lot in life, and the entire world was about to know him exclusively as Victoria's fart absorber, maybe the best course of action would be to embrace that on his own terms.
 
BBRRRRTTTTTT
 
"Oh, my!" Sharing a slightly embarrassed smile with Crystal and Izzy, Victoria stood up to excuse herself. "Pardon me, you two. I think I need to use the big girl's room..." 

"Smells like it," scoffed Izzy, sharing a giggle with Crystal. "If you want, I can hang onto Maxie while you go do your thing?"
 
"Oh, I'm sure he'll be fine." Hiking up her shorts with pride, Victoria pressed her shrunken stepson even harder against her asshole. "It's nothing he hasn't seen before." 
 
"If you say so," said Izzy, shaking her head. "Have fun."
 
Sensing that his giant stepmother was stepping away from the table, presumably in the direction of the nearest toilet, Max was frozen in terror. As much as he was starting to accept — or at least tolerate — certain realities of being stuck in Victoria's ass, no part of him was ready for what would happen next. All he could do now was hold his breath and hope his stepmom would remember he was down here.
 
As Victoria sauntered across the dining hall, she again found herself the undisputed center of attention. Based on the looks she was getting — a mix of girls who wanted to be her and girls and boys who wanted to fuck her — news of her performance at last night's keg party had made the rounds on campus and online. She'd even gotten a few texts from her modeling friends — some as far away as Paris and Tokyo — who'd seen videos of the twerk-off online. While she'd had her doubts about this plan at first, it was already shaping up to be one of the best ideas she'd ever had—and the fact that her stepson seemed to be enjoying his new role as her fart absorber so much was just the icing on the cake.
 
A few minutes later, as Max sat praying his stepmom would take him out before she opened the floodgates, the universe offered him a much-needed break. As he sensed Victoria securing herself in a stall, pulling down her shorts and prying her cheeks apart, he did his best to struggle up to the surface of her crack—and was quickly peeled free with a satisfying slurp of suction. Back in his stepmom's palm, soaked in sweat, gasping for breath, it was all he could do to string together a desperate acknowledgment of her mercy. "T-thanks," he stammered, voice ragged from the sudden influx of fresh, fart-free air in his lungs.
 
"Of course." Scanning her shrunken stepson's defeated form, Victoria smiled warmly. "Did you think I'd forget about you back there?"
 
"N-no," said Max, returning his stepmother's smile in spite of himself. "Of course not."
 
"Good," said Victoria, settling herself onto the toilet and scrunching her face.
 
BBBBBBBBLLAAAAAAAAPPPTTTTTTTTT
 
Registering the satisfying plop that followed this blast, Max could only imagine the size of the log his stepmother had just dropped. If he'd still been stuck in her crack, he had no doubt that it would have taken him with it down into the bowl—and that thought was more than enough to make him shudder. For all the torments he'd been forced to endure over the last 36 hours, he felt profoundly lucky to have avoided getting a front-row seat to the events currently playing out below.
 
"What's the matter, sweetie?" Noticing her shrunken stepson's apparent discomfort, Victoria chuckled again. "You know girls poop, too, right?"
 
"Yeah," said Max, covering his nose with his hands. After four years of sharing a bathroom with Victoria and her daughter, he was all too familiar with the reality of female bowel movements. His stepmom clogged the toilet on an almost weekly basis—and when Izzy wasn't doing the same thing, she was leaving her work conspicuously un-flushed to torment him. "It's just... never mind."
 
"That's better," said Victoria, scrunching up her face again. "If I'd known you would be this judgey, I'd have left you with your sister."
 
BBBBBBBBLRLRLRLLAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPTTTTTTTT
 
As another massive turd splashed into the toilet beneath them, Max winced. "Sorry," he said, resisting the urge to gag on the thick septic aroma filling the stall. "Speaking of Izzy... how long do you think she's gonna stick around today?"
 
"I'm not sure," said Victoria. "Probably through dinner. Why?"
 
"Oh, n-no reason," Max stammered. "J-just, y'know. Planning."
 
"Alright," said Victoria, audibly skeptical. "I hope you aren't trying to avoid her by staying down there."
 
"Me? N-no!" Max swallowed hard. While this was the clear truth of the matter, he knew admitting that would be a one-way ticket to a whole lot more Izzy time. With that in mind, he needed some alternative explanation—and right now, only one came to mind. "It's just... well... I don't know. Everything's so big now. Compared to being out in the world..." Saying this, he could feel his face getting warm. "Honestly, it's kinda nice just being cooped up down there."
 
"Is that so?" Victoria smiled. "You really mean that?"
 
"Y-yeah," said Max, now fully blushing. "I know, I know, that's probably super weird."
 
"Not at all, sweetie." Victoria's smile grew. "I think that's a perfectly reasonable conclusion for a guy like you."
 
BBBBBBRBRBRBBBLRLRLRLLAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPBBLBLBLBLBLLTTTTTTTT
 
As his stepmom let loose with a final thunderous blast of shit, Max couldn't help laughing a little. "Man," he said, shaking his head, "you really had to go, huh?"
 
"Yeah," Victoria laughed, finally reaching for the toilet paper. "I really did."
 
***
 
When Victoria got back to the dining hall, with her stepson safely stashed back in her ass, she found Izzy and Crystal chatting like old friends. Having now exchanged social handles and numbers, they now seemed to be planning to meet up and make content together at some point in the not-too-distant future—and when the mature amazon resettled herself at the table, the blonde influencer was in the process of re-selling Victoria's daughter on the idea of attending Ventus. 
 
"Ohmygod, you should totally apply here! I bet you'd get in." Looking between Izzy and her mom, Crystal giggled. "Wouldn't that be fun?"
 
Torn between the prospect of befriending one of the world's biggest influencers and getting stuck with her mom for the next four years, Izzy offered another shrug. After fifteen minutes of talking to Crystal, she'd regained most of her usual too-cool-for-school persona. "Yeah, could be fun." 
 
"Could be?" Crystal scoffed. "Will be! Right, Tori?"
 
"It's Izzy's decision," said Victoria, unable to keep a twinge of annoyance out of her voice. "Seems like she'll have a lot to think about after this trip."
 
"For sure," said Izzy. "So, I take it Max didn't fall in?"
 
"Nope." Victoria chuckled. "Not this time."
 
"Good." Flashing her phone to her mother, Izzy grinned. "'Cause that clip from earlier just cracked five million views, and Crystal and I have a ton of new ideas!"
 
Hearing all three women laughing, Max sighed. While the smothering confines of his stepmom's ass made it hard to make out much of the world beyond, the specific tone of their laughter made it clear what they were talking about. With Izzy's newly viral video now weighing down on him even harder than Victoria was, he tried to bury himself even deeper into the oddly comforting depths of the mature amazon's crack.
 
"So," said Crystal. "What's your plan for the rest of today?"
 
"Good question," said Victoria, turning to her daughter. "I suppose that's up to Izzy, too."
 
"Hmm..." Izzy smirked. "I know your neighbor was talking about giving us a tour at some point. What was his name?"
 
"You mean Zeke?" Again, Victoria chuckled. "I suppose that's one possibility. Although if you ask me, he's just trying to get in your pants."
 
"Wouldn't put it past him," said Izzy, smirk becoming another grin. "What about you, Crystal? You doing anything for the rest of today?"
 
"Me?" Glancing down at her phone, Crystal idly swiped through her calendar. "Well, I've got a photoshoot later... would you wanna come with?"
 
"A photoshoot?" Izzy perked up. "Like... for your channels?"
 
"Yeah!" Crystal nodded. "What do you think?"
 
"I mean," said Izzy, turning to Victoria, "that does sound pretty tight. What do you think, Mom?"

"Well..." The mature amazon shrugged. After several years out of the modeling game, she found the hot young social media star's offer undeniably tempting—even if she knew it would entail even more torment for her darling stepson. "I suppose I could do that."


PART 6

Crystal's dorm room in House Fortuna was a study in extravagance. As one of Ventus's most-followed freshmen, she'd had the unique privilege of moving right into one of her sorority's finest suites — a space nearly three times the size of Victoria and Max's new quarters in the Unaffiliated Students Dorm — and she'd wasted no time making the place her own since then. From the king-sized bed draped in silk throw pillows on the far side of the room, to the twin pink velvet couches and marble coffee table by the door, to the rose gold curtains that framed every floor-to-ceiling window, it looked more like a luxe penthouse apartment than any college housing. Even Izzy couldn't resist gawking at her new friend's well-stocked makeup desk—and her several closets of designer clothes.
 
"My goodness," Victoria breathed, taking in the room's absurd grandeur. "This is a dorm room?"
 
"Ugh, right?" Crystal groaned. "Total shitbox compared to my room at home. But it's whatever. I'm, like, managing." She waved a manicured hand toward a cluster of equipment cases. "Anyway, lemme get set up, and we'll be good to go."
 
As the blonde influencer set to work shifting her space into photoshoot mode — pulling out several tripods, ring lights, and cameras — Max was fighting a rising tide of dread. Still safely nestled in the smelly, cramped, but undeniably peaceful darkness of his stepmom's ass crack, it was all he could do to force himself to take a few deep breaths to try and calm down. Just when he'd started accepting all the humiliation of Izzy posting a video of Victoria farting on him, he was about to be subjected to another intense bout of "content creation"—and if any shred of his reputation had made it through his first big viral moment, he had its doubts that it would survive this one.
 
When the shrunken freshman finally felt his stepmom's voluminous cheeks parting, his response was totally involuntary—frantically trying to burrow himself even deeper into her cavernous crack, ignoring all the foul residue left behind after her latest dump. Feeling her stepson squirming against her like a desperate mouse caught in a trap, Victoria couldn't help laughing.
 
"Aww," the Mexican MILF chuckled, peeling Max out of her rump and dangling him upside-down in front of her face. "Looks like someone's nervous!"
 
Seeing the unbridled amusement in his stepmom's eyes and hearing Izzy and Crystal joining her in laughing at his plight, Max felt his face flush a deep crimson—partially because of all the blood rushing to his head. "V-Victoria," he stammered. "Could I maybe, like, sit this one out? Please?" 
 
"Oh," Victoria cooed, her warm breath washing over Max's diminutive form. "You just want to go back in Mama's big ol' booty, don't you?"
 
"W-well, n-not really, but..." Max blushed even more intensely, if that were possible. While he still didn't exactly enjoy being in such close proximity to his stepmom's butt, he knew it would be far preferable to whatever torments Crystal and Izzy had been gleefully brainstorming for him out here.
 
"Oh my god," Izzy giggled, her black-glossed lips curling into a cruel smirk. "What a fuckin' loser."
 
"Totally," said Crystal, taking a step toward Victoria. "Alright, little guy. I know you're already getting homesick for your mom's butt or whatever, but we're gonna need you to play along for a little bit. Can you do that for me?"
 
Face to face with the Size Queen Crystal once again, Max could feel his heart racing—and was utterly powerless to respond with anything but a meek nod. "S-sure."
 
"Good." Crystal grinned. "I think we're just about good to go here. Tori, maybe we can start with you?"
 
"That works," Victoria shrugged, ample curves shifting under her tank top and shorts. "What are you thinking?"
 
"Well, I was thinking this was gonna be a themed shoot... but I think both of you are a little too thick to fit into any of my clothes." Sizing up the two voluptuous Latinas, the comparatively petite blonde almost seemed a little jealous. "Why don't we start with you sitting on the bed, and you can put Max down next to your foot?"
 
"Naughty girl," Victoria chuckled, a hint of respect in her voice as she moved to follow her new friend's directions. Settling herself on Crystal's mattress — and earning a satisfying groan of protest from the bedframe — she carefully deposited Max beside her feet. The subsequent wave of warm, musky air that quickly filled the three-inch freshman's lungs was enough to make him gag. "This is gonna be a new one, huh, Max?" 
 
"H-huh?" Max did a double take, distracted by the formidable pair of peds now looming over him—both of which had worked up quite a good sweat from a long day of walking around. Above him, Crystal's phone camera glinted ominously, ready to document every second of whatever was about to happen. "W-what do you mean?"
 
"I mean, I've had you in my bra. And my panties. But you really haven't spent too much time around my feet." Wiggling her toes menacingly close to her shrunken stepson's face, Victoria winked. "What do you think?"
 
"O-of your feet?" Max swallowed hard. While he'd never considered himself a foot guy, his stepmom's feet were just as undeniably perfect as the rest of her – soft, smooth, well-manicured, pleasantly chubby, and now terrifyingly massive compared to him. "T-they're nice, I guess," he stammered, trying to maintain his composure.
 
"Oh my fucking god," Izzy cackled, crouching down to get a better look at her minuscule stepbrother. "He's getting a boner just looking at them!"
 
Looking down, Max groaned. Sure enough, the experience of standing on the floor in front of his towering stepmother was already fostering an irrepressible feeling of arousal in his loins. As much as he wanted to explain that this was a totally unconscious reaction, he knew there wasn't any real point. His body had betrayed him, and everyone could see it.
 
"No way!" Above, Crystal was already hard at work snapping photos. "This is gold! Okay, Tori, let him have it!"
 
"I thought you'd never ask," Victoria purred, raising her right foot over her stepson. Then, with a triumphant slam, she brought her sole down on top of him, engulfing his tiny form under her warm, slightly damp flesh.
 
For Max, the sensory barrage of being stepped on by his stepmom was downright overwhelming—and the knowledge that photo and video evidence of his current torment was probably already being broadcast to Crystal's millions of followers only made things worse. The pressure of Victoria's hot, pungent sole bearing down on him was somehow even more unpleasant than being trapped between her cheeks. Either that, or it was simply a lot less familiar and a lot more openly degrading. "Gnghhg," he grunted, struggling to stay conscious as his entire body was ground into the carpet, the laughter of his stepmother, stepsister and Crystal echoing around him.
 
"Nice." Crystal leaned in, her phone mere inches from where Max's face was caught under his stepmother's big toe. "That's perfect. Now, talk down to him! Really make him feel small!"
 
"If you insist," Victoria chuckled, directing her attention to the shrunken man under her foot and shifting her tone to one of mock pity. "My, my. What a pathetic little man. Flattened like a bug under Mama's big, old, stinky feet. I bet you thought you were gonna head off to college and get with a bunch of cute young girls like Crystal here, hmm?" She scoffed. "Well, we can't have that, can we? There's only one girl for you. And that's Mama."
 
Beside the mature amazon, Izzy did her best to suppress the urge to laugh, but a few giggles escaped nonetheless. 
 
"Do Mama's feet smell good, sweetie?" Victoria cooed, grinding the ball of her foot down into the carpet. "They're not too stinky, are they?"
 
With his voice muffled against his stepmother's sole, Max had no luck managing any response to this. At this point, he was primarily interested in getting free from this human hydraulic press as soon as possible, the weight threatening to squeeze every last bit of air from his lungs.
 
"What's the matter," said Victoria, clearly enjoying the increasingly godlike power she held over her stepson. "Cat got your tongue?"
 
By now, Izzy was doing everything in her power to keep from doubling over in disbelief—her face contorted in a mix of disgust and morbid fascination. Meanwhile, Max was having a very similar reaction in his own way. If everything he'd already endured today hadn't been bad enough, he knew that a video of him getting crushed under his stepmom's feet would be the final nail in the coffin of his public image. At the same time, he had a sinking feeling that he wasn't going to be able to withstand any additional time under her foot without suffocating—or worse.
 
"Mmm," Victoria sighed, her voice dripping with mock affection. "I'm just joking, sweetie. I know you're loving this."
 
Hearing this, Max closed his eyes, wishing he could disappear entirely. 
 
"And CUT!" Stepping back to review her footage, Crystal grinned again. "Ohmygod, Tori, that was ah-MAY-zing! You haven't done anything like this before, have you?"
 
"Funny you should say that," said Victoria, smiling wryly. "I actually used to be a model before I had these two."
 
"What?" Crystal's jaw dropped. "You're joking. Seriously?"
 
"No joke," said Izzy, rolling her eyes. "Mom here was a full-on supermodel back in the day."
 
"Oh, I don't know about that." Again, Victoria shrugged. "I did alright, though."
 
"I bet you did," said Crystal, turning to the former model's daughter. "Izzy, you wanna get in here, too?"
 
"I could do that." Glancing down at her thoroughly defeated-looking stepbrother, Izzy curled her lips into another smirk. "Mom, you wanna make some room?"
 
"Of course," said Victoria, the bed creaking again as she shifted her bottom-heavy frame.
 
Watching his stepsister striding toward him, Max felt another hard wave of dread. Despite his best efforts to avoid any direct interaction with his least favorite family member — including willingly sacrificing himself to the fleshy prison of his stepmom's ass for the last few hours — it looked like all of his worst fears for today were about to come true. All he could do now was hope that Victoria's presence would curb her daughter's worst impulses.
 
"Perfect." Joining her mom on the bed, Izzy kicked off her black high-top sneakers and peeled away the visibly funky socks beneath—earning a full-body shudder from Max. Seeing her shrunken stepbrother's immediate and visceral reaction to her bare feet, the giant mall goth giggled. "This is a throwback, huh, bro?"
 
"Y-yeah," Max stammered, his throat tight. While the sight and smell of his stepsister's soles brought back no shortage of embarrassing memories — not just countless foot rubs, but the several times he'd been forced to kiss them during games of spin the bottle and truth or dare with her friends — nothing could have possibly prepared him for this: her car-sized feet, ripe and dominant, demanding his submission.
 
"Well…" Izzy wiggled her toes, much the same way her mother had just done. "Whose feet do you like more? Mine, or Mom's?"
 
Staring up at the two giantesses, Max couldn't help another hard swallow. Obviously, he was going to choose his stepmother over his stepsister, but it was hard to avoid comparing the two in the heat of the absurd decision before him. Victoria's feet were much larger than her daughter's — most of her exercise shoes were Men's size 14 wide — and visibly more mature. In contrast, Izzy's feet were downright petite—but a whole lot smellier.
 
"Oh, honey." Victoria chuckled, looking between her grinning daughter and dazed, trembling stepson. "That's not fair. You know he'll pick me." Meeting the three-inch virgin's eye, she winked. "Right, Max?"
 
Snapping back to reality, Max flinched. "Y-yeah!"
 
"See?" Raising her foot, Victoria gave Max another reassuring nudge with her big toe. "He's a Mama's boy, through and through."
 
"Guess I should've seen that coming," said Izzy, smirk sharpening. "That gives me an idea, though." Getting up from the bed and settling into a seated position on the floor, the Mexican mall goth extended her feet back toward her shrunken stepbrother. Then, she jerked her chin at her mother. "C'mon."
 
"You really are my daughter, huh?" Victoria's laughter deepened as she followed her daughter's lead, shifting her weight to the floor. Her feet settled just inches from Max's back, the creases of her soles radiating just as much heat and funk as her daughter's.
 
Suddenly trapped between his stepmother and stepsister's soles, Max froze. If the two giantesses felt like it, they could easily bring their feet together and subject him to an unprecedented level of torment—and based on the mischievous look they currently shared, that seemed to be exactly what was going to happen next.
 
"Crystal?" Victoria tilted her head, her voice syrup-slow. "This working for you?"
 
"Oh yeah." Crystal's breath hitched, her phone capturing every twitch of Max's strained face. "Now, you gonna squash him, or what?"
 
"With pleasure." Izzy's giggle dissolved into a moan as she slammed her feet forward, mashing her shrunken stepbrother against her mother's soles.
 
A split second later, Max's world collapsed into even more heat and pressure. Caught between his stepmother and stepsister in a more literal way than ever before, he felt like a ball of clay being kneaded flat in real-time. Miraculously, perhaps due to whatever serum he'd been dosed with, he managed to endure the entire ordeal without blacking out or worse, but the whole experience was still profoundly uncomfortable—not least of all because he knew Crystal was still getting all of this on camera.
 
"Yeah!" The blonde influencer beamed. "That's perfect! Now, talk to him again!"
 
"Enjoying this, bro?" Izzy sneered, pressing the ball of her foot into her stepbrother's face. The pressure was more than enough to force his lips apart, the bitter taste of her skin flooding his mouth. "Who am I kidding? I know you are. Maybe you can chill in one of my socks later while I'm fucking your old roommate."
 
"Izzy!" Victoria chuckled, her toes flexing protectively against her stepson. "I don't know about that."
 
"Just putting the idea out there," Izzy shrugged. "I mean, that's, like, the closest he'll probably ever get to getting laid now. Aside from all the times he got to listen through the wall when I brought guys home in high school."
 
"Suppose you're not wrong." Victoria shook her head, glossed lips curving. "I was never that subtle, either."
 
Still trapped between the two giantesses' soles, Max's muffled groans went ignored.
 
"This still working for you, Crys?" Looking up at her new friend, Izzy bit her lip. "Wanna switch it up?"
 
"I'm down if you're down," said Crystal, grin growing. "I get the impression your brother is quite an ass guy."
 
"True." Izzy's laugh dripped malice as she locked eyes with her mother. "Butt to butt, then?"
 
Victoria offered a grin of her own. "Why not?"
 
For a brief, beautiful moment, Max felt all the intense pressure on him start lifting. Flopping off of his stepmother's sole like an errant bit of trash, he landed rather unceremoniously on the floor between them and quickly began filling his lungs with as much fresh air as possible. Unfortunately, while this was happening, his stepmother and stepsister were turning around—positioning their colossal, curvy rumps squarely in his direction for an even more degrading double-whammy.
 
"Ready?" Izzy wiggled her eyebrows.
 
"Ready," said Crystal, flashing a thumbs up.
 
A heartbeat later — before Max could gasp, flinch, or even process the looming threat before him — the two giantesses pressed their butts together, entombing him in another pressure cooker of soft, smelly, smothering darkness. While Victoria's butt was much bigger than her daughter's, they were both quite stacked by any usual person's standards—meaning that there was absolutely no escape for the three-inch young man caught between them. It was almost enough to make him nostalgic for the slightly-less-all-encompassing foot sandwich they'd just been subjecting him to.
 
"Perfect!" Still recording, Crystal looked like she was having the time of her life. "This is unreal. You guys are pros!"
 
"Thanks," said Izzy, smiling back at Victoria. "Now check this out."
 
BBBRRRAAAAPPPPPP
 
For Max, the gust of hot, rancid air that followed was perhaps the most unpleasant one he'd endured to date—if only because it had absolutely nowhere to go but right into his lungs. In terms of smell, it was every bit as bad as the one she'd cut in his face earlier that morning, and the fact that he was now caught between her and his stepmom made it even worse. It was like Victoria and Izzy's big, bubbly booties had him hermetically sealed into a perfect vacuum of stink—and if he knew one thing about both of them, it would only be a matter of time before his stepmom responded to her daughter's opening salvo.
 
"Izzy!" Victoria scoffed, already smelling her daughter's latest work. "That stinks!"
 
"Like you're one to talk," Izzy shot back, grinding her hips against her mom—and the shrunken young man struggling between them. "Besides, I bet Max is living for this."
 
Beneath them, wedged against the business ends of the two most domineering women in his life, Max choked silently—torn between instinctive dread and the grim knowledge that even the familiar confines of Victoria's crack wouldn't help him now. He was not living for any of this—and as he felt his stepmom's asshole starting to tense through the taut fabric of her shorts, he could only let out a mute whimper and prepare for another blast.
 
BBBBRRBRBAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP
 
Right then, as if on cue, an even louder and smellier fart thundered out of Victoria's ass, inundating Max with another swampy wave of harsh stink. Caught in a bizarre blend of acrid, eggy odors — which bore an unsettling familial resemblance to each other — the shrunken man was in a layer of hell unlike any other he'd already gone through this weekend. It wasn't a private hell, either.
 
"Aand, post!" Crystal giggled, uploading the first of the day's clips to her channels. "God, my followers are gonna eat this up."
 
Hearing this through the crushing pressure and constant gurgles of the two giantesses' prodigious posteriors, Max barely managed a groan before Izzy's asshole started puckering up again.
 
***
 
The rest of the afternoon passed in humiliating setups. Victoria posing with Max in her cleavage. Izzy snapping a selfie with Max on her tongue. Several short clips of both women sitting on Max and farting. A video of Izzy using Max as a sweat rag to wipe her pits after several particularly strenuous footplay scenes. By the end of the day, all the shrunken photoshoot star wanted to do was crawl back into his stepmom's ass and leave the big, cruel outside world behind—and when Victoria, Izzy, and Crystal finally got their fill of him, he had no reservations about making his feelings known.
 
"How are you doing, sweetie?" Peeling her stepson out of the final setup of Crystal's shoot — a glass jar that she and Izzy had just taken turns farting into — Victoria offered him a surprisingly-warm smile. "Ready for another party night?"
 
"You guys wanna go out?" Crystal raised her eyebrows. "Some Minerva chick I know just got funding for her tech startup idea, and she's gonna be throwing a crazy rager to celebrate." 
 
"V-Victoria," Max stammered, looking up at Victoria with equal parts resignation and desperation. "C-could we just... go back to the dorm?"
 
"Aww," Izzy rolled her eyes. "What's the matter, bro? Can't keep up with the big girls?"
 
"Oh, hush," said Victoria, stroking Max's back with her thumb. "He's had quite the afternoon. I think he's earned a little break."
 
Hearing this, Max felt a brief rush of relief—only to realize his stepmother was now bringing him back around to the crack of her ass. Yet, as he contemplated the possibility of spending another unknown stretch of time in that expanse of suffocating darkness, he didn't get any less relieved. On paper, he knew that nothing about his current circumstances gave him any reason to feel this way. He was three inches tall, and his life increasingly seemed to revolve around being a kind of human fart absorber for his stepfamily. Still, after everything he'd gone through today, he found it hard to complain about the relative tranquility of Victoria's rump.
 
"There you go," said Victoria, easing her stepson back down between her cheeks and hiking her shorts back up. "Back home, safe and sound."
 
"So pathetic," said Izzy, still more than a little stunned at just how thoroughly her mom seemed to have broken her stepbrother. "He's only been like this for, what, two days?"
 
"Not even." Victoria chuckled. "Are you that surprised, though?"
 
"Nah," Izzy grinned. "Mostly just annoyed I didn't think of shrinking him before all this." 
 
Registering the mature amazon, her daughter and their new friend erupt into yet another fit of laughter through the smothering confines of his stepmom's rump, Max tried to burrow himself as deep as he could—soon finding himself right back up against her big, rancid asshole for at least the fifth or sixth time this weekend. While the rest of his night didn't look any more relaxing from here, at least he could look forward to a little relief from Izzy. For now.
 
"So," said Izzy, glancing between her mom and her new friend. "Now that butt boy's all taken care of, we hitting this party or what?"  "That does sound like an awful lot of fun." Victoria bit her lip. "But I should probably go check in with Bea."
 
"Bea? Like, Queen Bea?" Crystal gasped, nearly dropping her phone. "Bea Clydesdale?"
 
"That's the one," said Victoria, her smile growing at her old friend's campus moniker. "We go way back."
 
"Specifically, to Mom's lesbian phase," Izzy giggled. "Right, Mom?"
 
"Oh, hush," Victoria scoffed. "It's not my fault your stepfather's such a cold fish in bed."
 
"You two are priceless." Glancing between mother and daughter, Crystal looked thoroughly stunned. "Izzy, you still down to go?"
 
"Yeah!" Izzy nodded eagerly. "I guess I'll catch up with you later, Mom?"
 
"I wouldn't wait up for me." Fishing the key to her room out of her cleavage, Victoria shot her daughter a knowing wink.
 
"Alright, alright," said Izzy, shrugging. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."  
 
"I think I can handle that." Victoria stepped forward to give her daughter a quick hug, then turned toward the door. "Be safe, have fun, all that."
 
"Yes, Mom," Izzy chuckled.
 
"Sorry," said Victoria. "Force of habit."


PART 7

Five minutes later, Victoria was headed over to check in with Bea. Meanwhile, Max remained stashed in his stepmom's ass. It remained hard for him to believe that he'd been reduced to acting like this. Still, it beat being forced to endure the stares of his peers on the walk across campus.
 
As the Mexican MILF sauntered through the quad, once again drawing the eyes of every undergrad with a pulse, the three-inch young man pressed up against her asshole tried to mentally prepare himself for whatever was about to happen in Bea's office. Based on his stepmom's first interaction with her old friend, he had a feeling that the palpable sexual tension between the two mature amazons wouldn't go unaddressed much longer—and he knew that he was going to be right in the middle of the action when, not if, that happened. The only upside of tagging along with his stepmom like this was that it had saved him from an evening of even more humiliation at the hands (and feet, and butts) of Izzy and Crystal, but he was unsure how much that would be worth in the face of all the discomfort to come.
 
When Victoria finally made it over to the administrative building, breezing past Bea's mousy assistant, she found the president of Ventus right where she'd left her yesterday afternoon—up in her office, seated at her desk, surrounded by stacks of paperwork. She even seemed to be wearing the same white blouse and gray pinstripe suit, though both were now damp with sweat.
 
"Hey there," said Victoria, announcing her presence in the doorway with a knock. "Is now a good time?"
 
"For you?" Looking up from her work, Bea smiled. "Always. Nice outfit."
 
"Oh, thanks." Acknowledging her similarly sweaty Ventus tank top and booty shorts, Victoria smiled back. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?"
 
"Actually, no." Bea's eyes drank in the sight of her former lover's sweaty body, lingering on Victoria's pronounced nipples. "The AC's just acting up today. Sorry about that."
 
"It's alright," said Victoria with a shrug, knowing full well she looked good even when soaking wet. "Reminds me of our first apartment back in LA. Remember that one big heat wave?"
 
"Sometimes I wonder if the landlord ever got the smell of us out of there." Bea licked her lips. "So, how was your first weekend as a freshman?"
 
"It was alright." Strolling up to Bea's desk, Victoria couldn't resist adding a little extra wiggle to her walk for her old friend-with-benefits's benefit. "Went to a party at House Diana. Izzy came down to drop off some of my things."
 
"How nice," said Bea, sneaking another unsubtle glance at Victoria's chest. "Speaking of parties… have you brought anyone back to your room yet?"
 
"No." Victoria leaned against Bea's desk, her grin turning wicked. "Although based on the way my daughter was making eyes at Max's old roommate this morning, I'm guessing it's only a matter of time before someone breaks that bed in. What about you?"
 
"Me?" Bea shook her head. "Work, work, work."
 
"Sounds hard." Sidling up and resting her wide-set hips right next to Bea's chair, Victoria winked. "Maybe you need a break?"
 
Bea nodded approvingly. "Maybe I do."
 
Listening in from the continually crushing confines of his stepmom's ass, Max was once again doing his best to look on the bright side. It was a skill he'd gotten plenty of experience with lately but one that was losing its effectiveness by the hour. Sure, a guy as cripplingly shy and sex-starved as Max would generally be thrilled at the prospect of third-wheeling it with two big, beautiful women like Victoria and Bea, watching from inches away as they reignited an old flame. The trouble was, one of them was his stepmom, which took some of the appeal out of that fantasy. Victoria had always been loudly and proudly sexual, which stood in stark contrast to Max's usual reserved demeanor—and after spending most of the last three days in various states of uncomfortably close proximity to her, he could tell that most of her already limited boundaries had slipped away. Whether any of those limits would hold up to the kind of afternoon that Max was now imagining, he wasn't sure. But he had a feeling he'd find out soon.
 
As Max continued ruminating, the two amazons made their way into Bea's personal quarters — located conveniently right behind her office — and started making out. The huge, soft embrace that followed was everything they'd been waiting for and more—even though they both knew it was just a tiny taste of things to come. From there, locking lips and groping each other with all the intensity of long-separated lovers, they wasted no time stumbling back toward Bea's bedroom.
 
"That's more like it," Bea purred, pulling away from Victoria, peeling herself out of her shirt, jacket and pants, and putting every inch of her massive, curvy, sweaty figure on full display.
 
"You said it," said Victoria, shucking off her tank top and kicking off her shorts. Even while kissing passionately, both had their priorities straight: get undressed as soon as possible. 
 
They didn't even make it to the bed before yanking off the rest of their clothes. They paused just outside the doors, shamelessly appraising one another, making no effort to hide their mutual excitement. Victoria tugged Bea's panties the rest of the way off and tossed them aside. Bea returned the favor, unhooking Victoria's bra with practiced ease and letting it fall to the floor. Her gaze lingered on her friend's voluptuous figure, and she licked her lips again.
 
A moment later, Max was snapped out of his current spiral of catastrophic thinking by the telltale shifting of his giant stepmother's hips. As the Mexican MILF's panties joined her shorts on the floor, the only thing that kept the three-inch freshman in her ass from plummeting the equivalent of several dozen feet was a last-minute clench of her cheeks. The maneuver saved Max from an unscheduled—and potentially fatal—fall, but it also dug him even further into her buttocks. Then he felt Victoria's hand coming back to retrieve him—and before he had time to react, he was back out in the open, trembling on his stepmom's palm.
 
"Hello, Matt." Eyeing the sweat-soaked, shrunken freshman in her friend's hand, Bea grinned. "I didn't think you'd bring him along for this."
 
"It's Max," said Victoria, setting her visibly uncomfortable three-inch-tall ward down on Bea's nightstand. "I hope you don't mind."
 
"Do you?" Bea chuckled. "While we're..."
 
"It's fine with me," said Victoria. "What about you, Max? I could have Zeke come get you if you want."
 
"Huh?" Max froze, barely managing a shrug. As much as every aspect of this situation still gave him pause, the idea of getting stuck with his old roommate — who, if Victoria was to believed, was probably just hours away from hooking up with Max's stepsister — didn't sound any better. "Oh, uh... I mean... it's fine, I guess."
 
"Good." Settling onto Bea's bed, Victoria offered her stepson what was supposed to be a reassuring smile. "Feel free to jerk off if you get too worked up."
 
Seeing the two amazons share a laugh, Max blushed from head to toe. Somehow, in a cruel parody of all the hopes and dreams he'd once had for a moment like this, his first taste of college hookup culture would be watching his stepmom and her old friend going at it. The only question now was whether he'd succumb to the uncomfortable sense of arousal that would likely follow. Imagining the shame that would go along with it, he was left to wonder if it might have been better to let Zeke take him after all.
 
"Glad that's settled," Bea said, crawling onto the bed and pressing her body against Victoria's. She rubbed a hand along her companion's thigh, working her way up to the mature amazon's already slippery sex. "Now... speaking of getting worked up... why don't you lay back for me?"
 
"I was hoping you'd say that," cooed Victoria, sitting up against the headboard and spreading her legs.
 
As Bea knelt down and set to work between Victoria's thighs, the Mexican MILF quickly found herself lost in a state of sopping-wet ecstasy. For all of her hundreds of conquests, few people knew the ins and outs of her body better than her old friend and her powerful, hungry tongue. Eyes closed, toes curling, and nethers on fire, she could tell that she was already edging toward an absolutely bed-shaking orgasm — doubtlessly the first of at least five or six, if their previous rendezvouses were any reference — and with one hand furiously rubbing her own clit, Bea didn't seem to be too far behind. It was almost unheard of for either of them to go more than a day or two without getting off, and both of them were very, very eager for release.
 
"That's more like it," Bea purred as she ran her tongue up and down Victoria's slit. Eagerly exploring her lover and herself, she seemed intent on getting the two of them off simultaneously—and they were already close. Victoria clamped a set of quivering thighs around Bea's head, bucking her hips as she was worked ever closer to the edge. 
 
Witnessing all of this from his front-row seat on Bea's nightstand, Max was equally disgusted and hopelessly flustered.  Despite everything, despite how uncomfortable and idiotic and humiliating it was for him to be sitting here, it was impossible to ignore the overwhelming cacophony of sensations before him. For the first time in his life, everything he could see, hear, and smell was pure, unadulterated, sweaty, stinky sex—and it was already giving him a world-class boner.
 
BRRRRRRRTTTTT
 
"Heh, sorry," Victoria breathed, relaxing her hold on the back of Bea's head. "Guess you got me a little too loosened up."
 
"You think I'm not used to that by now?" Without taking her lips away from Victoria's sex, Bea chuckled. "This isn't my first rodeo, girl."
 
Looking up at his stepmother and her friend again, Max felt a strange twinge of melancholy—perhaps recognizing that everything they were enjoying was now out of his reach, probably forever. There they were, cuddled up together, making each other feel good, and here he was, sitting on the sidelines, trying not to get hard. Even if he found a cure for his condition, he knew he'd have his work cut out for him finding a girl who'd be willing to do anything like this with him—let alone a pair of bonafide fertility goddesses like these two. It certainly hadn't happened back in high school and his first few weeks of college before all of this hadn't been much better. The whole scene was making him feel like even more of an outsider to the world of human contact than he'd ever been before. Nevertheless, he knew his current erection wasn't going anywhere any time soon—and if he was going to be stuck here either way, he supposed that he might as well enjoy it.
 
Sure, his world seemed more objectively pathetic by the second. Sure, his last three days had been an inescapable cycle of giant boobs and butts, and his reputation was in tatters. Sure, he was a three-inch tall shell of a human being, watching his own stepmother immersed in a level of pleasure he'd never know himself. But that last part was undeniably pretty hot—and the more he forced himself to dwell on that, appreciating the raw carnal passion before him, the more aroused he got. As Victoria let out a low, especially pronounced moan, Max let out an equally long sigh and started jacking off with all the gusto that his shrunken body could muster. 
 
Soon enough, when the two amazons started cumming, so did Max. The resulting orgasm was the biggest Max had had in months—possibly because it was also his first since shrinking. Of course, as soon as all the pent-up energy of the weekend came coursing out of his system, a fresh wave of shame followed, making it impossible to stick to the bright-side-thinking he'd attempted to channel while masturbating. The reality of what he'd just done wasn't simply humiliating. It was another sharp reminder of how much of a loser he'd always be. Slumping down into a little cummy puddle on the nightstand, he let out another sigh—just loud enough to attract the attention of the afterglow-bathed amazons on the bed.
 
"Well, well, well." As she looked over at Max, face still slick with discharge, Bea smirked. "Seems like we're not the only ones enjoying ourselves."
 
"Hmm?" Following Bea's gaze to the nightstand, Victoria couldn't help laughing. "Oh, my!" Again, Max blushed. With his stepmom and her friend staring at him and laughing again — probably noticing just how hard they'd made him cum — he felt like even more of a depraved little bug than ever before. At one level, this was a profound new low point in the trajectory of his first semester—and at another, he knew it would send exactly the wrong message to Victoria.
 
"To be honest," Bea chuckled. "When you gave him permission to do that, I thought you were joking."
 
"I was," said Victoria, sizing her stepson up with a mix of amusement and pride. "No judgment, though, sweetie. I know it's been an eventful couple of days."
 
"Y-yeah." Struggling to project his voice, Max sounded just as insecure as he felt. "V-very eventful."
 
"Well..." Victoria leaned toward the nightstand, her massive, bare breasts dangling tantalizingly close to her stepson. She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Maybe we could get you a little closer to the action?"
 
"H-huh?" Unable to take his eyes off his stepmom's buxom chest, Max felt a deeply inconvenient twinge in his groin—and when he tried to cover it with his hands, it became even more apparent to Victoria.
 
"Ooh, that looks like a yes to me!" Reaching over to the nightstand, the mature Mexican amazon scooped up her three-inch ward and brought him to her face. "Good choice, sweetie."
 
"T-thanks," said Max, feeling his face getting even redder and his cock getting even harder. Somehow, despite the mortification, he was still embarrassingly erect—and the fact that they were both aware of it only made things weirder. As if the last two days hadn't been awkward enough, now he had to deal with his stepmom and her best friend literally getting off on how pathetic he looked.
 
Bea watched as Victoria lowered Max to the bed, placing him almost gently between the two of them. "Hang on..." She squinted. "You're not talking about fucking him, are you?"
 
"Oh, God! Of course not!" Glancing down at her stepson, Victoria laughed. "I'm just putting him back up my ass."
 
"Ahh," said Bea, eying Max as he stared up at the two towering women. "That makes more sense. Although I'd be happy to take his virginity for you, if you'd like."
 
"You? And him?" Victoria gave her friend a dubious look. "Since when do you like men?"
 
"I don't." Bea winked. "But I'm not opposed to using shrunken men as sex toys."
 
Realizing what the Black amazon was saying, Max instantly went rock-hard again. Based on the way Bea had offered this suggestion up, it was like she was volunteering to do some kind of low-stakes household chore for her old friend—rather than granting him the transformative life experience he'd been craving ever since he hit puberty. Still, after all of his recent torments, the idea of getting up close and personal with her big, steamy vagina seemed like a perfect consolation prize.
 
"I-"  Regaining a shred of nerve, Max opened his mouth to respond—just in time for his gigantic stepmom to pick him back up and return him to his usual spot in her crack. It was now even sweatier and smellier than it had been when he'd left, and the heat radiating from her body made it feel like he was being lowered into an active volcano.
 
"That's alright, really," said Victoria, sharing a chuckle with Bea as she unceremoniously shoved Max back up her ass. "You've done me enough favors lately. Besides, we both know you're way out of his league."
 
The two of them found this observation especially amusing, and as they continued laughing, Max felt himself being forced further down between Victoria's thick, pillowy cheeks. It was like they were sharing some kind of in-joke that he wasn't worthy of being in on, and the harder he tried to prove them wrong, the more that they were proven right.
 
"You're not wrong," said Bea, watching her friend's door-busting rump gobble up her shrunken stepson like some kind of giant predatory beast. "Suit yourself."
 
As Max was enveloped in an overwhelming miasma of sweat and sex, he let out a long, defeated sigh and went limp. Ever since yesterday, it was like the entire universe had started conspiring against him, upending everything he'd once taken for granted—and his only constant, the only source of anything resembling relief, was his stepmom's ass. Bea's suggestion had been nothing more than that—a suggestion, never meant to be taken seriously. The whole offer was just a momentary tease, a reminder of how far he was from anything he actually wanted.
 
As Victoria's massive butt squeezed him tighter and tighter, Max's awareness of anything outside of it quickly faded away. It was like he was diving under the surface of a hot, churning ocean, and when his face resumed contact with her asshole in a disgusting imitation of a kiss, he did nothing to push himself away. Whether he liked it or not, everything he'd gone through in the last two days suggested that this was where he belonged. 
 
How had his life gotten to this point? Just 48 hours ago, he'd been a normal freshman. A geeky, awkward, hopelessly virginal freshman, but still normal by comparison to what he was now. His biggest worry had been finding his way around Ventus and figuring out how to talk to girls, but ever since Friday's fateful party, he'd been catapulted into a world of inhospitable giants—who mostly seemed to view him as a sort of semi-sentient plaything. He'd completely lost track of any sense of normalcy in the aftermath—and the few moments of solace he'd found since were always followed by waves of shame, disappointment, and humiliating reminders of just how far out of reach his old life was.
 
As his stepmom's asshole pressed out against his face, he was consumed by a growing sense of inevitability. Maybe he just had to accept that this was how things were now. Maybe he just had to give up hoping for anything better. It seemed like any time he even tried to get his hopes up, those hopes were comically dashed, and the only choice left was to resign himself to a lifetime stuck in Victoria's crack. As he considered that possibility, he swallowed an enormous bead of her ass-sweat and tried not to gag.
 
PRRRRRRTTTTTTTT
 
"Mmm..." Pressing her hips down into the mattress to ensure the smell of her latest fart was confined to her stepson, Victoria turned to Bea and grinned. "Now... where were we?"
 
For Max, now working through a fresh headful of gas and the increasingly-familiar oxygen and pressure constraints of being trapped under his stepmother, the next few minutes were a bit of a blur—but based on the intense movement and strange carnal noises that soon followed outside, it was clear that Victoria and Bea had started fucking again. Awash in smothering softness — and still faced with the same inconvenient stiffness he'd been dealing with when his stepmom had stuffed him back here — it was only a matter of time before he succumbed to the urge to jack off once more. At least in here, he thought, no one could catch him in the act.
 
While the three-inch freshman continued coming to terms with his warped new reality, Victoria was experiencing an entirely different level of pleasure. With her lips and slimy sex locked back against those of her old friend, she was quickly approaching yet another climax—and the knowledge that she was doing so with her stepson squirming around in her ass made the experience even better. After years of trying to reconcile her desire to live life to the fullest with her desire to over-protect Max, she'd finally figured it out. He'd never been meant for life as a real person; his real place was right here, with her, forever.
 
BRRRAAAAAAPPPPPP
 
Pushing herself over the edge of completion, the Mexican MILF was powerless to hold back the gust of gas that followed, subjecting her shrunken ward to another face-full of stink just as he was on the verge of racking up a second orgasm of his own. A second later, when Max started cumming, the only thing on his mind was the smell of his stepmom's farts. This only added to the literal bad aftertaste of the whole situation—and as Victoria and Bea settled back onto the bed for a few more minutes of stinky afterglow, he had nothing but time to get his head around the implications of what he'd just done.
 
Whenever Max tried to imagine his dream girl, he usually thought of a girl like Crystal—a slim, perky young woman his own age, ideally one who shared his lack of experience and was willing to help learn the ropes together. With those criteria in mind, Victoria was more or less the opposite—big, almost intimidatingly experienced, and, most uncomfortably, his own stepmother. It made the fact that she'd just technically given him his first sexual experience of college feel all the weirder, on top of all the sheer physical and psychological unpleasantness she'd visited upon him over their time together. Then again, it wasn't like any other aspects of his current life were any more normal—and in the face of that indelible fact, he knew it wasn't exactly irrational to try to take what he could get.
 
***
 
"So," said Bea, planting a few gentle kisses on Victoria's bare, sweaty chest. "How would you rate your college experience so far?"
 
"Most satisfactory," purred Victoria, grinning with contentment as she felt Max squirm beneath her. "The faculty around here has been really good about attending to all my needs."
 
"I'm glad to hear that." Bea grinned back. "Want to spend the night tonight? Assuming your stepson doesn't mind sharing you a little while longer."
 
"He better not," said Victoria, giving her ass a slap.
 
"Good," Bea purred. "So... you up for round two?"
 
"I think it's more like round nine or ten at this point," said Victoria, shifting around in bed to face her friend. 
 
"Mmm..." Bea pulled her in close. "Let's make it an even dozen, then."
 
Beneath them, Max braced himself for another bout of hot, sweaty lesbian sex. For all the time he'd spent looking forward to his first college hookup, he couldn't wait for this one to be over. Of course, he had a feeling it would be at least a few more hours before that happened.


PART 8

Seventy-two hours had passed since Max's extraordinary transformation—and if his first two days of life at three inches tall had been a challenge, the third wasn't much easier. As he alternated between his stepmother's bra and the back of her underwear while she settled into the swing of college life, it was all he could do to try and stay sane in the face of such objectively cruel and unusual circumstances. If Victoria had allowed him to remain in her ass full-time, it probably would have been a little easier on his psyche. Unfortunately, she remained adamant about preserving as much of his "college experience" as possible—and in her view, the best way to do that was by keeping him in her cleavage whenever they left their dorm room.
 
In theory, being out in the open like this made it much easier for Max to attend classes, absorb information, and socialize with his peers when the opportunity arose. In practice, of course, it was also a recipe for constant humiliation. As Victoria sauntered around campus, making friends and flirting with boys and girls alike, he felt more like a glorified bra ornament than a human being—burrowing down between her boobs like a hapless bug whenever she struck up a conversation in hopes that he wouldn't be seen. Now, nearing the end of his fourth and final class of the day, this was where he found himself: buried up to the waist in soft, supple maternal flesh, counting down the seconds until 5:00, well aware that the night to come probably wasn't going to offer much relief. 
 
"That brings us to Freud."
 
Writing the name of the famed psychoanalyst on the whiteboard behind her, Max's Intro to Psychology professor turned to face her students with a smirk. At 6'4" and 217 pounds, Riya Chandra was one of the most physically intimidating members of Ventus's faculty—an Indian amazon with double-D-cup breasts, legs like tree trunks, and an ass that had single-handedly broken at least two couches in the Psychology department's break room. From her smooth brown skin to her silky silver hair and the beauty mark on her chin, she was also just as much of a certified MILF as Victoria. Every time she moved, her powerful curves strained visibly against the taut fabric of her black chinos and frilly green blouse—and based on her promiscuous reputation, Max had a feeling she'd chosen such tight clothing on purpose.
 
"Now," said Riya. "Just out of curiosity… what associations come to mind when you hear that name? Yes, Crystal?"
 
"Guys who want to fuck their moms?" The blonde freshman smirked, chiming in from the back of the room. "Like Tori's guy, Max."
 
"Pfft," scoffed Victoria, not missing a beat responding to her new friend. "In his horny little dreams!"
 
As a wave of laughter washed over the room, the three-inch-tall young man at the center of the action grimaced. Unsurprisingly, his curvy, charismatic stepmom was already far more popular than he'd ever been with his fellow students—and while her arrival at Ventus had done a lot to boost his campus social profile, the reputation she'd brought him felt far from ideal. One week ago, none of his classmates even knew his name. Now, they knew him exclusively as Victoria's shrunken plaything. 
 
"Very good." Riya nodded, returning the perky social media star's smirk. "For those who don't know, Crystal's talking about something called the 'Oedipus Complex.' It's a little more nuanced than what she said... but not by much." Glancing at Victoria and Max, she offered her smallest student a conciliatory shrug. "Sorry to put you on the spot there, Max."
 
"Oh, he's fine," Victoria chuckled, giving her shrunken stepson a reassuring boob squeeze through her tank top. "Right, sweetie?"
 
"Y-yeah," muttered Max, his voice muffled by the overpowering pressure of his stepmom's prodigious rack. At this point, he was increasingly resigned to being the butt of everyone's jokes. "It's f-fine."
 
"Good," said Riya, looking up at the clock over the classroom door. "Well, it's five, so we'll have to leave it there for today. Reading for Wednesday is on the course portal." 
 
With that, all at once, every last one of Max and Victoria's classmates began packing up and filing out of the room with feverish intensity—doubtlessly eager to get off to another long night of beer pong and bad decisions. Watching them go, Max let out a long sigh of relief. He'd been dreading this particular segment of their 'history of psychology' unit, and was glad to be able to avoid it a little bit longer. After spending nearly three full days stashed in various sweaty crevices on his stepmother's person, he had plenty of mixed feelings about Freud's theories.
 
"Tori," said Riya, sauntering over to her newest — and, technically, oldest — pupil. "Do you mind sticking around for a second?"
 
"Sure," said Victoria. "What's up?"
 
As the last of Riya's students filed out of the room, the Indian amazon stepped up to the Mexican MILF's desk and smiled warmly. "I just wanted to see how you're settling in."
 
"Oh, thanks. No complaints from me." Looking down at her stepson, Victoria gave her chest a little shake. "What about you, sweetie?"
 
With his giant stepmother and equally giant professor staring down at him expectantly, Max forced himself to shrug. In truth, the last few days had been an absolute whirlwind—and the fact that he wasn't any closer to getting back to normal didn't help. The few attempts he'd made at revisiting the subject of going to the hospital had all been met with immediate dismissal by his stepmom, and the closest thing to a break he'd gotten since Saturday had come earlier this morning, when Izzy had headed back home to Sunnyvale. Of course, he knew that didn't mean he'd seen the last of her around here, either. According to Victoria, his trollish stepsister was already planning another visit sometime soon — mostly to hook up with her new favorite fuck buddy, his former roommate, Zeke — and had done a total 180 on Bea's offer to help get her into Ventus next spring.
 
"Oh," he said, struggling to avoid staring at his professor's chest—which was no less eye-catching than his stepmom's. "Y'know. It's an adjustment."
 
"I'm sure," said Riya. "Well, if you'd ever like to talk it over, I'm also one of the counselors over at the Wellness Center. Door's always open."
 
"Thanks." Max nodded, smiling as appreciatively as he could. After everything he'd been through, the prospect of talking all of his big, weird feelings out with a qualified professional didn't sound bad—especially if he ever wanted to get his growing feelings of subservience toward his stepmother under control. "That... actually sounds kinda nice."
 
"I might have to take you up on that, too," said Victoria, sizing up Riya's voluptuous figure and licking her lips. "Bea speaks very highly of your... skills."
 
"Please do!" Feeling the Mexican MILF's eyes on her, the Indian amazon grinned. "I suppose I assumed you'd tag along, too, Tori."
 
"Assume away," Victoria chuckled, shaking her chest again for Riya's benefit—and subjecting her shrunken stepson to a minor boob-quake.
 
Caught between his stepmother and his professor as they unapologetically eye-fucked each other silly, Max let out another long sigh. Of course, he should have known better than thinking Riya had any sincere interest in his wellbeing—or, at least, that this interest could hold a candle to his stepmother's charms. Like everyone else at this school, her main priority seemed to be getting into Victoria's pants.
 
"You know," said Riya, voice dropping to a purr. "I've actually got some availability right now, if you'd like to come back to my office and chat for a bit." "That sounds nice," said Victoria, nodding slyly. "Max, you good with that?"
 
"Sure," said Max, knowing his stepmother wasn't really asking for permission.
 
"Wonderful!" Clapping her hands together, Riya gestured toward the door. "Right this way."
 
As Victoria followed her professor out into the hall, Max once again did his best to bury himself a little deeper into her bountiful cleavage to avoid the prying eyes of everyone they passed. Putting aside all the unpleasant physical realities of his new life — the smell of his stepmom's farts, the surreal experience of being swallowed up by her ass crack every night, the unspeakable multi-sensory horror of joining her on every trip to the bathroom — this was his least favorite part of being three inches tall: the way that his peers had started looked at him. Whenever he accidentally made eye contact with someone, their expression was a combination of disgust, pity, and amusement, and today, it was no different. It was enough to make him genuinely homesick for the smothering confines of his stepmom's ass—a feeling that he was having more and more trouble holding at arm's length.
 
A few doors down, the Indian amazon led her two students into her office—a wood-paneled study complete with three plush leather recliners, a claw-footed coffee table, a dozen shelves of books, and several framed diplomas. "Here we are," said Riya, settling into the largest of the chairs—clearly her usual spot, based on the pronounced butt-shaped divot in the seat cushion. "Can I get you anything, Tori? Maybe a glass of wine?"
 
"I could do that," said Victoria, selecting the second-biggest chair and grinning.
 
"Of course." Already opening the wine fridge beside her seat, Riya uncorked a bottle and filled two pre-chilled glasses. 
 
"Thanks." Accepting a glass — and making a point to brush her professor's hand — Victoria took a long sip and purred with approval. "Very good."
 
"Glad you agree." Settling her glass on the coffee table, Riya sat back in her chair and tented her fingers. "Now, let's get down to business. You're his stepmother, right? So when did you two first meet?"
 
"About four years ago," said Victoria. "I married his dad when he was a freshman in high school."
 
"I see," said Riya, picking up a notepad. "And when did you start getting so... close?"
 
"You mean, like this?" Giving her stepson another squeeze between her breasts, Victoria chuckled. "Not until pretty recently. Bit of a necessity, what with him being so small."
 
"Sure." Riya's expression hardened a little. "And... how has that change been for you?"
 
"Well, obviously, it's a little... unconventional." Glancing down at her stepson, the mature amazon smiled smugly. "But for a guy like him? I think it makes perfect sense."
 
"Interesting," said Riya, scribbling furiously. "Frankly, I'd be inclined to agree. But I'd love to hear your explanation."
 
"You had him as a student for a couple weeks before all of this, right?" Again, Victoria chuckled. "How would you have described him back then?"
 
"...Quiet." Trying to find the words to respond to Victoria's question, Riya stifled a chuckle of her own. "Average grades. Below-average posture. Not terribly popular with his peers." She shrugged. "Really, now that I think about it, he didn't leave much of an impression at all until you showed up."
 
"That's my Max," said Victoria. "Case in point, really. He's never had any friends, he's never been good with girls, he's certainly never been much to look at. I'm still stunned he had the grades to get into a school like this. Or that he made it on his own as long as he did. But now he doesn't have to worry about any of that!"
 
Hearing the two giantesses discussing his diminished humanity in such unflinching terms, Max could only cross his arms and groan. If the point of this meeting was to make him start feeling better about his new lot in life, it wasn't doing much for him so far.
 
"Max? Do you want to chime in here?" Putting a hand on Victoria's thigh, Riya shifted to get a better look at her smallest student. "I know you said it's been an adjustment... but is that how you really feel?"
 
"Me?" Under the spotlight once again, Max winced. "Um…"
 
prrrrrrrrtttttt
 
Before the shrunken freshman could work up the courage to speak his mind, a sudden fart from his professor cut him off. Rippling out from under her wide-set hips and squeaking through the leather of her chair, it sounded just as bad as it smelled—and that was saying something. Whatever Riya had eaten today, it was clearly very spicy.
 
"Excuse me!" Riya shook her head, smiling in spite of herself. "I suppose I thought that one would be a little quieter."
 
"It's alright," said Victoria, smiling back. "This guy's seen a lot worse."
 
"You mean, in terms of..." Riya raised an eyebrow. "Farts?"
 
"Well, he might be a little mad at me for telling you this..." Victoria leaned toward her professor conspiratorially. "But whenever we're alone, all he wants to do is go in the back of my underwear."
 
"Oh!" Riya clasped a hand over her mouth to suppress an open laugh. "That's… definitely a little unconventional. But I suppose it's not entirely unexpected for someone in his condition. Do you have any idea why he might feel that way?"
 
Still nestled in his stepmom's cleavage, Max could feel his face going bright red. It wasn't that he enjoyed going up Victoria's ass; it was just that the rest of the world increasingly felt too big, scary, and cruel to bear on his own. He'd taken to life back there for the same reasons he'd taken to spending most of his time gaming and jacking off in high school—as objectively underwhelming as it was, it was an escape. Of course, thinking all of that was one thing. Saying it would be something else entirely.
 
"I mean, I used to catch him ogling my butt all the time before all this." Victoria's grin grew. "You should have seen him whenever we went to the beach together. He'd be pitching a tent the whole time."
 
"Victoria," Max groaned, blushing profusely. "Do you have to tell her that?"
 
"Weren't you the one who wanted to come talk to her, sweetie?" Victoria chuckled. "Honesty's the best policy in a place like this."
 
"You said it," said Riya, adding another note to her pad. "So... you think that he's always been interested in your butt, and the change in boundaries after he shrank has allowed him to start acting on that?"
 
"Something like that," said Victoria. "I think he's still a little embarrassed about the whole 'getting chaperoned around college by his own mom' thing, too."
 
"So much that he'd rather go... in the back of your underwear?" Riya squinted. "That's... very unconventional."
 
Still lacking the conviction to speak, Max let out another silent sigh. Of course, there was no shortage of places he'd rather be than the crack of his stepmom's ass—but it was the only alternative she'd given him to the wide-open spectacle of sitting in her cleavage.
 
"Hmm." The Indian amazon put a finger to her chin. "Mind if I borrow him for a second?"
 
"Be my guest." Tugging down her tank top, Victoria plucked out her visibly unhappy stepson and handed him over to her new friend. "Just, you know, be gentle."
 
"Of course," said Riya, savoring the sudden rush of power that came with having another human being in the palm of her hand. "Now, Max, I'm going to say a few words. And I want you to say the first word that pops into your head when you hear them. Does that make sense?"
 
"S-sure," said Max, cupping both hands over his groin to hide his continued nakedness in front of his big, regal professor. "Okay."
 
"Good." Setting Max down on the coffee table, Riya slipped out of her black pumps and brought her plump, sweaty feet right up next to him. "A lot of my male students find that rubbing my feet helps them relax during our sessions. Feel free to try that while we're doing this exercise, if you'd like."
 
"O-okay," said Max, staring up at the Indian amazon's huge bare soles and swallowing hard. "L-like this?"
 
"Perfect." Feeling the three-inch freshman's trembling hands on her right foot, Riya shared a knowing smirk with Victoria. "You're doing great, Max. Now... sky."
 
"B-blue?" Max shrugged, struggling to stay focused over the immediately overpowering smell of his professor's ripe feet—and the knowledge that his stepmom was watching this all play out and doing nothing to stop it. 
 
"Very good," said Riya. "Water."
 
"Uh…" Max blinked. "Wet?"
 
"Good," said Riya. "But try not to hesitate. Now… your mom."
 
"Stepmom," Max grumbled. 
 
"Hmm." Riya pursed her lips and looked back up at Victoria. "Now we're getting somewhere."
 
"What do you mean?" Victoria sounded intrigued.
 
"That kind of reaction isn't ideal for a young man in his position," said Riya, shaking her head. "Ideally, he'd respond with something like, 'protector,' or 'family.' Maybe even 'goddess.'"
 
"Sounds good to me," Victoria chuckled, shooting her stepson a playful wink. "Feeling worshipful, sweetie?"
 
"You're joking, right?" Max scowled.
 
"No," said Riya, returning her attention to Victoria. "I think your son might have some hangups about your new relationship. This isn't exactly my usual area of expertise, but if you'd like, we could explore some… reconditioning techniques."
 
"'Reconditioning'?" Victoria flashed another grin. "Almost sounds kinda kinky."
 
"A little." Riya's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Here, one sec."
 
Pulling her feet off the table and swiveling around in her chair, the Indian amazon drew several books off the shelf behind her—including An Introduction to Goddess Theory, Five Studies of Mixed-Size Relationships, Domination and Submission for Dummies, and a dog-eared paperback called Odor & Obedience. Slamming the stack of thick volumes down on the coffee table just inches away from her smallest student, she locked eyes with Victoria and returned the Mexican MILF's grin.
 
"Now," said Riya, taking a sip of her wine. "Where to begin?"


PART 9

Watching Victoria scan through the stack of reference texts on the coffee table, Max couldn't help wincing again. He was already regretting coming in here—and knew he should have known better than assuming his psychology professor would do anything to pump the brakes on his stepmother's usual habits. Now, rather than helping him cope with the continued indignity of being three inches tall in any meaningful way, the Indian amazon seemed poised to subject him to a level of torment even more humiliating than rubbing her feet—and the worst part was, she appeared to be earnestly convinced this was all for his own good.
 
"That's interesting." Victoria pointed toward the cover of An Introduction to Goddess Theory. "A couple of my daughter's friends did a book club around this one last summer." 
 
"Ah, yes." Riya nodded. "My daughter Kali is a big fan, too. It's very popular with girls her age these days."
 
Recognizing this name and finally making the connection between the two Indian amazons, Max swallowed hard. While he'd never met Kali, he'd heard plenty of stories about the infamous senior during his orientation. By all accounts, she'd been the single biggest, meanest girl in the Goth House for four straight years and was nothing short of a campus boogeywoman to every male undergrad with a pulse. 
 
"I didn't know you had kids," said Victoria. "How old is your daughter?"
 
"Kali's twenty-one," said Riya. "Just started her senior year here, actually. I've also got a nineteen-year-old sophomore named Ravi, and a twenty-five-year-old named Sunil..." She trailed off, pursing her lips. 
 
"Something wrong?" Victoria frowned. 
 
"No, not really. I just don't hear too much from my oldest these days. I'm sure you know how it is." The Indian amazon glanced back at the coffee table. "Anyway... Goddess Theory... I guess the best way to describe it would be a school of feminism. Although I'm sure about half of the professors in our sociology and gender studies departments would disagree with me on that."
 
"Why's that?" Victoria's frown became an intrigued smirk. "It's controversial?"
 
"Very," said Riya. "Basically, if feminism is about making men and women equal, Goddess Theory takes things... at least fifty or sixty steps further. According to this book, men are meant to be totally subservient to women, with no real personhood of their own. And all of the world's problems come from that 'natural order' being out of balance."
 
"Huh," said Victoria, her smirk growing. "I think they might be onto something."
 
"Oh," said Riya, "don't get me wrong, I see the appeal. Especially whenever I have to talk to my ex-husband." The mature amazons shared a laugh. "As you can imagine, it's not a popular theory with men. Plus, all the major works on the subject are at least a hundred years old, and most of the big early proponents were back around the suffrage era. Including the lady who founded this school, funnily enough."
 
"Like, the Miss Ventus?" Victoria sat up a little in her chair. "No kidding."
 
"Yeah. So, up until ten or twenty years ago, it was pretty niche." Wiping her hand across the cover of the book in question, Riya dislodged a significant quantity of dust. "It seems like a lot more women are starting to get into it now because of the internet, though."
 
"Makes sense," said Victoria, eyeing the book's elaborate cover art—a mix of gothic lettering and embossed images of female backsides and feet. "And you think it might help Max feel a little more comfortable around me?"
 
"Well, they've got exercises for just about every kind of mixed-sex relationship in here." Leaning even further over the coffee table, Riya cracked the book open and leafed through a few pages to refresh her memory. "Ah! Here we go. 'Section One: Mothers and Sons.'"
 
"Does they have anything for stepmothers and stepsons?" Victoria shot a playful look at Max, still caught between her and their professor on the coffee table.
 
"I'm sure most of this stuff should still work just fine," Riya chuckled, flipping further through the book. "Although we can probably skip all the exercises involving breast-feeding."
 
"Exercises, plural?" Noticing how much Riya's comment was making her stepson blush, Victoria grinned. "What do you think, Max? You hungry?"
 
"I-I'm good, thanks." Struggling to shake off the unwelcome, frustratingly arousing thoughts suddenly clouding his mind — and the fact that he could now see his stepmother's dime-sized nipples getting harder through the thin fabric of her tank top in real time — Max could only sigh.
 
"Alright," said his stepmother, adjusting her shirt. "Your loss. What else have they got in there?"
 
"Well... how about this?" Pulling the book off the table, the Indian amazon presented a full-page spread to her two students. Scanning its contents, Max went white.
 
Below the heading "Posterior Worship," the authors had included a half-dozen etchings of a large, curvy woman and a comparatively small, scrawny man—and while Max couldn't read the text, the progression of events depicted was painfully clear. Over six illustrations, the man approached the woman, bowed toward her ass, crawled up to it on his hands and knees, kissed each cheek, and then, finally, pressed his entire face up into her crack. On the adjoining page, a final follow-up panel seemed to show the woman mid-orgasm with her diminutive partner crushed beneath her.
 
"'This is an excellent exercise for mothers with rebellious sons,'" Riya read. "'Or any woman who seeks a more obedient and submissive male companion. Practitioners should note that excessive repetition may 'break' the male partner's constitution..." Riya's smirk returned. "'...rendering them unsuited for life without the assistance of a female guardian.'"
 
Hearing this, Max grimaced. As much as he wanted to believe that the century-old exercises in this dusty book didn't stand any serious chance of 'breaking' him, he wasn't particularly keen to get any clarification on that. Meanwhile, his stepmother was grinning ear to ear.
 
"Sold," said Victoria. "Especially that last part."
 
"I had a feeling you'd say that," said Riya, nodding. "In the text they say that you should do this exercise naked, but I can understand if you'd prefer to keep-"
 
"Way ahead of you." Already standing up and turning around, Victoria peeled off her booty shorts and underwear, letting her majestic lower half hang loose in all its glory. Watching his stepmom's cheeks hanging over him again like a pair of big, jiggly boulders, Max was equally entranced and terrified. 
 
"Alright then," said Riya, unable to keep her eyes from wandering down to the Mexican MILF's rump. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way, why don't you sit down right there on the coffee table next to Max. And don't worry, it's reinforced."
 
"Almost sounds like you've done this before." Settling her mountainous ass on the table, Victoria grinned again. "I thought you said this wasn't your usual area."
 
"Not professionally," said Riya, grinning back. "But, personally? That's another story."
 
As the mature amazons shared another laugh, Max glanced up at his stepmother's ass with trepidation. "C-can I say something?"
 
"Hmm?" Looking up from the book, Riya smiled warmly. "Of course, by all means."
 
"If the point of this exercise is to make me want to go up Victoria's... well, you know..." Ignoring the sheer absurdity of everything he was about to propose, Max shrugged. "Couldn't she just, like, put me back up there and skip the setup?"
 
"What did I tell you?" Victoria's grin grew. "He's obsessed!"
 
"Your stepmother and I both appreciate your enthusiasm, Max," said Riya. "But that's not what this exercise is really about. What I'm hearing right now is, you want to go back up there to escape from your current reality. And what we're trying to do right now is help you feel a little more comfortable with it."
 
"B-by making me worship my stepmom's butt?" Max took a step back, crossing his arms.
 
"Well, yes." Riya's tone was motherly and reassuring—well accustomed to talking people through complicated feelings. "Look, no one's saying you aren't enjoying this at a conscious level. This exercise is all about breaking down your unconscious barriers."
 
"Got it," said Max, who was not enjoying this on any level but could tell he didn't have any room to say as much.
 
"Good." Looking down at the book again, the Indian amazon pulled out a pair of reading glasses and slipped them on. "Now, to start, I'd like you to take a few steps forward and kneel."
 
"C'mon, sweetie," said Victoria, wiggling her hips and making the whole coffee table creak. "I'll make it worth your while later if you play along."
 
"O-okay," said Max, shoulders slumping. Unable to resist the combined pressure that the two mature amazons were now putting on him, he took several tentative steps toward the crack of his stepmom's ass and settled into a half-sitting position. From here, there was something undeniably awe-inspiring about the way Victoria's rump loomed over him—but it certainly didn't fill him with anything like religious reverence.
 
"Now," said Riya. "Repeat after me. 'Mother. I exist to serve you. You are my Goddess. Everything I am is an extension of you.'"
 
Against his better judgment, overridden by his desire to simply get this whole thing over with as quickly as possible, Max obeyed. "Mother," he muttered, "I exist to serve you. You are my goddess. Everything I am is an extension of you."
 
"Aww," Victoria cooed, turning back toward Riya. "You know, I've been trying to get him to call me Mom for years. It'd be funny if this was the thing that finally got him over the hump."
 
"I guess you'll just have to keep seeing me to find out," said Riya, sharing an amused look with her oldest student before returning her attention to Max. "Now, repeat after me again: 'Mother, please permit me to worship your posterior, so that I might prove my devotion to you.'"
 
"Mother," Max muttered. "Please permit me to worship your-"
 
BBRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPP
 
As Max tried to finish his line, Victoria's rump opened up to expel an especially unwelcome wave of hot, swampy stink. Even after absorbing at least several hundred such farts over the last few days, the shrunken freshman caught in the center of the blast zone found this one to be just as unpleasant as all the rest.
 
"Whew!" Victoria giggled, watching her stepson collapse onto the coffee table behind her. "Sorry, sweetie. That one just slipped out."
 
"There's no apologizing in here," said Riya, who seemed totally unfazed by her oldest student's toot. "Besides, it's perfectly natural."
 
"A woman after my own heart," said Victoria. "Anyway, Max, you were saying?"
 
"P-please permit me to worship your posterior." Max choked, struggling to get out the words through the acrid haze of his stepmom's gas. "S-so that I might prove my devotion to you."
 
"Your goddess allows it," said Victoria, lowering her voice to affect a tone of godlike detachment. "Approach, puny mortal."
 
"Next..." Riya tapped the fourth diagram on the page. "I want you to crawl up to your stepmom's butt. And then there's another line for you: 'Mother, please permit me to kiss your posterior so that I might prove my dedication to you.'"
 
"O-okay." Still on hands and knees, Max shuffled a few more paces forward, stumbling up against Victoria's right buttock like a huge, smooth wall of caramel-colored flesh. "M-mother, please permit me to kiss your posterior so that I might prove my dedication to you."
 
"Please do," Victoria chuckled. 
 
Spurred on by his stepmother — and doing his best to swallow his own pride — Max pressed his lips against her right cheek before crawling over and doing the same to her left. All around him, the air still smelled like rotten eggs and domination.
 
"Good job, Max," said Riya, observing with similar interest. "Now for the hard part. Tori, you might want to spread 'em a little to make this easier for him... they wrote this thing before shrinking serum was invented." Looking back at Max, she offered another warm smile. "Once your stepmom is ready for you, I want you to crawl up between her cheeks and press your lips right up against her anus."
 
"Her... what?" Again, Max winced. "Is that really what the book says?"
 
"Yes, it is," said Riya, glancing back down at the page. "Oh! You know what? You're right. There's one more line. Before you get in there, repeat after me: 'Mother, permit me one last kiss so that I might prove my love for you.'"
 
Above him, he could hear his stepmother stifling a laugh. "Sorry," Victoria chuckled. "I know it's supposed to be serious, but..."
 
"I know," said Riya, shaking her head and smirking again. "The language is a little outdated. Anyway... Max?"
 
"Yeah," said Max, suppressing the urge to groan. "Mother, permit me one last kiss so that I might prove my love for you."
 
"Permission granted." Spreading her cheeks to clear the way for Max's big close-up, Victoria seemed to be having the time of her life. "Ready when you are, Romeo." 
 
"Okay." Again, Max sighed. Then, crawling forward up into his stepmom's ass, he willingly fed himself into the soft, smothering abyss of her crack. As he felt her immense weight bearing down on him after another long and humiliating day out in the open, the wave of strange relief that followed was undeniable. A moment later, without even thinking, he'd already honed in on her asshole—and he didn't hesitate for a second before planting his lips right up against it. Was this Riya's 'conditioning' talking? Or something else? In any case, whether he liked it or not, it felt worrisomely good to be back here again.
 
"Mmm," Victoria purred, flexing her hole against her stepson's face. "That's what I'm talking about. How'd we do?"
 
"Very good," said Riya, wiggling her eyebrows. "Although, technically, the exercise isn't complete until you both orgasm..." "Is that so?" Victoria bit her lip. "This book is really something."
 
Beneath the Mexican MILF's rump, once again fending off the advances of her eager pucker, Max shuddered. If the experience of being forced to worship Victoria's ass in front of his psychology professor wasn't degrading enough, Riya's latest proposition was something else entirely—a monumental step in his strange new relationship with his stepmother even after the absurd ordeal she'd put him through last night, and one that he struggled to believe she'd take lightly.
 
"Of course, I'm not here to force either of you out of your comfort zones." Registering Victoria's hesitation, Riya put up her hands. "Like I said before, this stuff can get pretty... extreme."
 
"I'm certainly not opposed to it," said Victoria, sizing Riya up again. "When I told Bea you were one of my teachers, she spoke quite highly of your... skills."
 
"Oh, really?" Riya smiled wryly. "I didn't know you knew each other. In that case... maybe the three of us can finish that particular exercise together some time?"
 
"I'd like that," said Victoria, reaching for her wine glass. "Here, mind topping me up?"
 
*
 
As Max readjusted to the crushing confines of his stepmom's ass, Victoria and Riya opened another bottle and began dissecting every aspect of his life to date in excruciating detail—mostly in terms of all the ways he'd remained a total loser throughout his adolescence. Thanks to the heavy walls of flesh all around him — and the ominous gurgling of his stepmother's digestive system — the subject of this conversation didn't have to hear much. But the snippets he got weren't pretty.
 
"...there was this model he used to follow," said Victoria, taking another sip of wine. "Actually, you might know her. She goes here. Bella Hart?"
 
"Sure," said Riya. "I know Bella; I had her in my intro class as a freshman. Nice girl."
 
"Nice enough." Victoria smiled, thinking back to her twerk-off with the most-followed member of the Hot Girl house. "Anyway, a couple weeks before Max's eighteenth birthday, she was doing this little promotional stunt. Auctioning off a few pairs of used underwear. Not the kind of thing I'd ever hear about, if it wasn't for my daughter. And we hadn't gotten him any gifts up until then." 
 
"You didn't..." Riya raised an eyebrow. "...did you?"
 
"Of course not!" Victoria scoffed. "I think one pair went for something like ten thousand dollars. No, no. We used a pair of mine, and told him they were Bella's."
 
Recalling the events in question and hearing the two amazons laughing again, Max tried to bury his face even deeper against his stepmother's butthole.
 
"Ah," said Riya, trying her best to maintain professional composure. "Well, I suppose you two do have somewhat similar measurements. At least around the hips."
 
"That's what made Izzy think it would work. The only hard part was making them feel sufficiently... used." Victoria's smile became a prideful grin. "Nothing a little hot yoga couldn't fix, of course."
 
"I'm sure." Riya allowed her eyes to wander down to her oldest student's considerable curves again. "And how did he like his present?"
 
"Based on the amount of time he spent up in his room over the next few days? He was very satisfied. At least until Izzy told him the truth." She shook her head. "I didn't want her to, but... well, she takes after her mom. What that girl wants, she gets."
 
"How did he react?" Riya chuckled. "I imagine that was a lot for him to process."
 
"I imagine it was, too." Victoria shrugged. "He was pretty low energy for a while after that."
 
Beneath the Mexican MILF, Max scowled. Obviously, "low energy" was a profound understatement. Whether they'd meant to hurt his feelings or not, Izzy and Victoria's little stunt had been one of the most devastating pranks they'd ever played on him—and after spending all four years of high school as a friendless, kissless loser, the revelation that he'd spent several weeks of his last high school summer break jerking off to the smell of his own stepmom's used underwear had seriously thrown him for a loop. He had a feeling this had something to do with the frequent sensation of arousal he'd been experiencing since Saturday, more or less every time he found himself trapped in another pair of Victoria's panties.
 
"You know, it's funny," said Riya, jotting down another note on her pad. "Hearing you describe your relationship with your stepson... on paper, it almost sounds cruel. But it doesn't seem like that's your intention."
 
"Absolutely not, no." Victoria shook her head again. "I mean, maybe I'm a little hard on him from time to time. But at the end of the day, I've always got his best interests at heart. And I'd certainly never do anything to hurt him."
 
prrrrrrttttttt
 
As the mature amazon doubled down on her commitment to her stepson, her asshole began telling him a slightly different story—squeaking out a silent but deadly cloud of more swampy egg smell right in his tiny face.
 
"To tell you the truth," Victoria smirked, taking the fresh burst of energy Max was starting to put up against her backdoor as a gesture of support and reassurance. "I think that's always been my biggest fear. Letting him down."
 
Riya's pen scribbled furiously. "Elaborate on that."
 
"Well..." Victoria made a face. "I never really expected to be a parent again after Izzy. The only reason I married Max's father was to give her a little more stability in her teens... and he didn't tell me he had a son until the day we moved in together."
 
"I see." Riya nodded. "That's a lot of responsibility to have dropped in your lap."
 
"No kidding." Victoria sighed. "Didn't help that he basically up and left right after that. Then I started realizing just how much parenting Max still needed."
 
Riya leaned forward. "Like what?"
 
"Like, everything," said Victoria. "He had no self-esteem, no social skills, no basic life skills. Which was a big change from Izzy."
 
"Your daughter definitely sounds more independent," said Riya, making another note on her pad.
 
"Much more." Victoria chuckled. "Maybe not always in a good way, either, but... you know. And then suddenly I've got this, well... this loser. And no matter how much I tried to stay on top of him, he never got any better."
 
"Did you ever think staying on top of him might have contributed to that?" Riya's gaze was tough but empathetic. "Not to cast any doubt on your methods."
 
"I don't think so," said Victoria. "I mean, you saw him when he was regular size. If he hadn't gotten dosed last weekend, I'm sure it'd just be a matter of time before someone else got one over on him like that. Or he'd just spend the next four years going in circles, and then end up back at home with me."
 
Still listening in from the crack of his stepmom's ass, Max let out another sigh of his own. On the heels of everything he'd gone through since Saturday, hearing his stepmom describe his lot in life in such unflattering terms felt like the killing blow to any lingering traces of self-esteem he'd ever had—partially because, deep down, he understood that she was right.
 
"And, don't get me wrong. If this had happened to Izzy, I'd be moving heaven and earth to get her back to normal right now. Because I know how much potential she has. But for Max?" Once again, the mature amazon shrugged. "In the grand scheme of things, I think he could do a whole lot worse than this."
 
"You don't think he has the kind of potential Izzy has?" Riya looked up from her notes again, tough but fair. 
 
"I know he doesn't," said Victoria. "And, sure, this closes a lot of doors for him. He'll never be his own person, or have a job, or a girlfriend, or a family. But, between you and me, I wasn't holding my breath about any of that stuff in the first place. Now, though... he'll always be safe, I never have to worry about him, and he's got a purpose."
 
"And what's that?" Riya leaned forward again.
 
"Well," said Victoria, grinning wider than ever. "It depends on the day. But, short answer? Being Mama's little helper."
 
"Good answer," Riya chuckled, glancing down at her watch. "Say, you don't have plans for dinner, do you?" She winked. "I've been told that I cook a mean curry..."