The next morning, Max awoke in a much more safe and comfortable place than he had the day before—still cuddled up with Zoe. Nestling his face even deeper into her big, soft cleavage, he couldn't help shivering with satisfaction. 24 hours after waking up three inches tall in the House Minerva common room, he'd already achieved two of his biggest collegiate dreams—losing his virginity, and getting a girlfriend.

"Mmm..." Far above him, his still-dozing partner purred with approval. "How'd you get back there?"

"B-back where?" Max squinted. Then, giving the air a sniff, he realized what she meant. This wasn't Zoe's cleavage. Somehow, over the course of the night, he'd managed to slip out of her boobs—and had ended up back in the crack of her ass!

PFFOOOOOOTTTT

As if on cue, his giant girlfriend's huge pucker blasted a huge fart straight into his tiny face.

"Oh geez, sorry," she giggled. "Hang on." Lazily reaching a hand back to the crack of her ass, she gently peeled Max out and brought him around to her face. "There we go. G'morning, sleepyhead."

"M-morning." Still reeling from the effects of Zoe's latest fart, Max offered a warm but slightly woozy smile. "What time is it?"

"Let's see," said Zoe, reaching over to her bedside table to pick up her phone. When she turned it on, her face fell. "Oh, crap..."

"What's wrong?"

"My mom's almost here."

"Your mom?" Max cocked his head to one side. "Like, here-here?"

"Yeah," said Zoe, gently plucking her boyfriend out of her cleavage and setting him down beside her phone. "It's Parents' Weekend, remember?"

"That's this weekend?" Max groaned. "Shit..."

"Yeah." Sliding out of bed, the curvy nerd made a beeline for her closet and started rummaging in search of clean clothes. "And she wants to get brunch in an hour."

"W-what are you gonna do?"

"Good question," she said, sighing. "First, I think I need to make you some clothes."

"Clothes?" Max blinked. "Wait... you're gonna bring me with you?"

"Well, yeah," said Zoe, shrugging. "You're my boyfriend! Obviously, my mom's gonna want to meet you."

"Wouldn't it make more sense to wait until I'm back to normal?"

Zoe shook her head. "I just don't know if leaving you here by yourself is the best idea." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Unless you want to spend the whole day back in my ass."

"N-no, I guess that makes sense." Max gulped. The idea of meeting his new girlfriend's mom was already deeply intimidating, even at regular size. Now, though, it felt like his biggest challenge yet.

"Don't worry," said Zoe, sensing her tiny boyfriend's distress and smiling sympathetically. "I'm sure she'll like you. I mean, you're my boyfriend, and she's my mom. What's the worst that could happen?"

Max sighed. "Alright, yeah. So... clothes?"

*

Fifty-seven minutes later, the curvy Brazilian nerd was stepping out the front door of House Minerva with her tiny boyfriend carefully clasped in her hand. After a long, steamy shower that had included another mutual orgasm, both of them were feeling refreshed and ready to start the day—and while Max's anxiety about meeting Zoe's mom hadn't gone anywhere, his new threads helped. 

"I still can't believe you used to cosplay!" Looking up at his girlfriend, still marveling at the way she'd deftly sewn together his tiny white shirt and black pants with the simple sewing kit in her dresser, he couldn't help beaming. "Like, the stitching on these pants is crazy!"

Zoe blushed. "Ahh, it's nothing, really. Let's just hope they don't break until after brunch."

"Yeah," said Max, realizing he'd probably be wise to avoid testing their limits. "So... what's your mom like?"

"Well... she's kind of a big personality." Zoe giggled nervously. "She was a pretty huge deal in Brazil before she moved here, so she's used to getting what she wants."

"L-like, she was famous?"

Zoe squinted. "Something like that. She worked in entertainment."

"O-oh... geez." Max gulped. "No pressure, huh?"

"But I'm sure she'll love you!" Zoe added quickly. "Just, you know. Be yourself, don't be a dick, don't mention that we've already had sex like seven times."

"Are we really up to seven now?"

Zoe nodded, eyes glimmering. "Counting the shower, yeah."

"Zo-Zo!"

Turning around, both freshmen noticed the crowd of parents starting to pour out onto Ventus's central quad—and the 6'5", 350-pound Brazilian woman standing head and shoulders over most of them. When Zoe saw her mother, she beamed. When Max saw her, he swallowed hard. 

If Zoe was curvy, her mother, Rosa, was on a completely different level. A multi-millionaire at 42 after a highly-lucrative two-decade career as Rio De Janeiro's most in-demand professional dominatrix, the Afro-Brazilian bombshell still positively glowed with raw feminine power — from her proud, regal face to her huge, Q-cup breasts to her couch-flattening ass — and her current outfit of a low-cut red cashmere sweater, tight black leather designer jeans and red stiletto heels did nothing to hide it. From the three-inch freshman's shrunken perspective, she looked like nothing short of an all-powerful goddess.

"Olá Mamãe!" Fingers still clasped around her tiny boyfriend, the blue-haired freshman hurried over to her towering mother and threw her arms around her. "Como você está?"

"Bom, obviamente, querida," said Rosa, her eyes twinkling.

As mother and daughter began chatting animatedly in Portuguese, discussing Zoe's first month on campus, her sorority, her roommate and her classes, Max remained trapped in his new girlfriend's carefully-closed fist. While he couldn't understand a word they were saying, it was abundantly clear that they were thrilled to see each other and catch up. Hearing them laugh at something Rosa said, he couldn't help wondering when Zoe would reveal him. Then he felt her opening her hand, bringing him face to face with the biggest, most intimidating woman he'd ever seen.

"What's this?" Raising a perfectly-threaded eyebrow, Rosa squinted. "A little friend?"

"Y-yeah," said Zoe, already blushing. "Mom, this is my boyfriend, Max."