"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 shared a knowing laugh. "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.

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"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."