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.