"If that's your way of asking if I'm gonna take Zeke up on his offer, no." Victoria chuckled. "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. 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 few playful shakes. "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 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 can't believe I 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.