Faced with the combined attention of the two most domineering women in his life, Max swallowed hard. From where he currently stood, neither of them gave him much to get excited about—but he understood that if he didn't respond soon, one of them would decide for him. Against his better judgment, well aware that his time was limited, he tried to weigh the pros and cons of the situation as objectively as possible.

By choosing Victoria, he'd be resigning himself to at least a few more hours in her ass. Based on how much she seemed to enjoy having him back there and the fact that he'd just turned down a ride in her cleavage, he had a feeling that any attempt to push back on that conclusion would be met with mild annoyance at best—and his all-too-likely failure would significantly undermine any future attempts to convince her that he didn't like being her personal fart absorber. The only real upside was that she wasn't her daughter. 

As much as Max wanted to avoid a reunion with his stepmom's asshole, he had to admit that it would be a small price to pay compared to getting stuck with his stepsister in any capacity. Recalling all the torments Izzy had subjected him to over the years, a dozen worst-case results of ending up in her clutches quickly came to mind. Some included going up her ass. Others included being eaten. Many included her talking Victoria into letting her keep Max for herself. This last scenario made the shrunken freshman shudder more than all the others combined—suggesting he'd found his answer. If there was even the slightest chance of something like that happening, the choice was clear.

"I, uh..." Blushing redder than ever, Max nodded toward his stepmother. "I guess I'll go with you, Victoria."

"Wow," said Izzy, still grinning. "You really are Mom's little butt boy now, huh?"

"Don't listen to her, sweetie," said Victoria, offering the three-inch freshman a warm smile. "I think you made a wonderful choice. Now, how about we get you back there?"

"Back there?" Max hesitated, trying to find the words to talk his way out of this. "Oh, uh, well... the thing is, I misheard you earlier. I thought you asked if I wanted to hitch a ride in your booty. Which I don't. I actually wouldn't mind going back in your boobs."

"Oh, come on! You really expect me to believe that?" Victoria scoffed. "What, are you just nervous because your sister is here? She doesn't care. Izzy, do you care?"

"Nope," said Izzy, brimming with smugness. "I mean, it's not like there's any other woman who'd let a freak like him near their ass. And honestly? Knowing how you get after a couple tacos? He's doing god's work back there." 

"My thoughts exactly," said Victoria, reaching down and plucking her shrunken stepson off the bed. "I think it's a perfect place for a guy like you, sweetie. And you did such a wonderful job last night."

"I..." With his field of view dominated by the supple maternal breasts he'd so foolishly just turned down a spot between, Max sighed. The window for debate was clearly over—and any further pushback would run the risk of getting on his stepmom's bad side. All he could do now was roll with the punches. "Fine. Forget I said anything."

"That's more like it." Offering her stepson a final smile, Victoria brought him around to the waistband of her shorts.

Staring down his stepmom's massive ass again, Max wasn't sure how to feel. On the one hand, being back in her crack was going to be unpleasant in several different senses of the word—just as hot, smelly and oppressive as before. On the other hand, it was also going to give him a much-needed break from his stepsister and all of her hijinks. Somehow, just 24 hours after waking up three inches tall, these were the kinds of thoughts that were going through his head.

"Ooh, hold up!" Stepping behind her mom, Izzy pulled out her phone. "I wanna get a video of this."

"Oh, honey..." Victoria chuckled. "Do you think that's really necessary?"

"Are you serious?" Izzy rolled her eyes. "This is, like, the funniest shit I've seen in years! I bet it'll go crazy viral!"

Watching this exchange from his perch in Victoria's hand, Max had to resist the urge to interject—hoping against hope that he'd make it into his stepmom's ass before his stepsister started recording. With the threat of ending up in one of his stepsister's TikToks on the table, the idea of the quiet, private discomfort of being his stepmom's fart absorber was looking better and better every second.

"Alright, fine," said Victoria, shrugging. "I don't see why not."

"Good," said Izzy, before switching the camera into selfie mode and ducking into the frame. "What's up, internet, it's ya girl Izzy. I'm down in San Trasero visiting my mom... and my fuckin' loser of a stepbrother. Get this: my bro just got to college and someone dosed his ass with shrinking serum!"

Hearing this, Max groaned. When — not if — his stepsister posted this video, every one of his old classmates and hometown peers would see just how far he'd fallen since high school. Assuming they hadn't already seen the picture of him in his stepmom's cleavage on Crystal's feeds last night, of course. With that in mind, some small but worrisomely vocal part of him was ready to retreat into the smothering embrace of Victoria's rump.

"Anyway," Izzy continued, nodding to her mother. "Mom, you were about to show me lil Maxie's favorite spot?"

"Of course," said Victoria, pulling back the band of her shorts and carefully nestling her shrunken stepson down between her cheeks. "Alright, sweetie, here goes!"

As the mature amazon wedged Max down into the familiar confines of her ass crack, he felt a curious wave of relief. While he couldn't take much for granted right now, he knew he could count on his stepmom's big, blubbery butt to keep him safe from any further torment at the hands of his stepsister—and after all the morning's unexpected twists and turns, he knew that wasn't nothing. Of course, rationally, he also knew it was insane to be thinking in these terms—but that didn't change the reality of his current conditions.

BBRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP

As if on cue, another thunderous fart blasted out of his stepmom's asshole and right into him, just as bad as all the ones he'd absorbed throughout the previous night, if not worse. Maybe this was just the result of Victoria holding herself back for her daughter's benefit for the past few minutes—or maybe it had something to do with the fact that she had yet to visit the bathroom this morning. Either way, it was a sign of clear and present danger for the three-inch-tall young man in her crack—and only served to amplify his humiliation.

"Oh, my!" Victoria chuckled, glancing back at her daughter in surprise. "Please tell me you didn't get that on camera."

"Okay," said Izzy, posting the clip to TikTok and flashing her screen to her mom. "I won't tell you."

"I... Oh, you..." Victoria shook her head with poorly-suppressed amusement. "If I go viral because of that, I want a cut of the money."

"Deal." Izzy giggled. "So, you wanna help me get all your shit from the car?"

Victoria nodded. "Let's do it."

*

The process of unloading Izzy's car took the better part of an hour — aided by the ever-helpful Zeke, who emerged from his room around noon and immediately offered to help. Meanwhile, Max remained buried in a pressure cooker of warm, smelly flesh, blissfully unaware of everything happening outside. While he wasn't exactly overjoyed to be stuck in his stepmom's ass for a second day in a row, he had to admit that it was a lot simpler and less stressful than whatever he'd be going through outside.

Sure, the crack of Victoria's ass wasn't exactly the most comfortable place in the world. But it was also soft, safe, and quiet—at least, whenever his stepmom didn't have to fart. There were no mischievous stepsisters to torment him, irrepressibly flirty former roommates to make him feel inadequate, or collegiate peers to gawk at him and make him feel like the freak he was. All he had to worry about was sweat, butt funk and farts—and compared to the challenges of trying to continue acting like a fully-fledged human being, that increasingly didn't seem like the worst trade-off in the world.

By the time the last bag had made it up to Room 201, it was almost noon—and mother and daughter had both worked up a considerable appetite. This was emphasized by the pronounced gurgles of the Mexican MILF's stomach, a subject of some amusement for Izzy and Zeke. Much to Victoria's delight, her daughter and her cute new neighbor were already getting along famously.