"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. "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.