Mother-Daughter Power Lunch Shrunken First Semester chapter 14 by maximally

Fifteen minutes after Victoria's last bag made it up to Room 201, the Mexican MILF and her daughter had made their way over to Ventus's main dining hall and secured a spot to sit. While this was no easy task for most people on a busy fall Sunday afternoon, most people weren't Izzy—who quickly zeroed in on the weakest, most timid-looking group of male students in attendance and coerced them to give up their table. Watching this, as usual, her mom felt nothing but pride.

"So," said Victoria, digging into her heaping tray of extra-cheese pizza with both hands, "what do you think?"

"Of Ventus?" Halfway through a pizza bite of her own, Izzy shrugged. "I dunno. It's nice enough. I can see why Max wanted to go here."

"Oh?" Victoria raised an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

"There's, like, three girls for every guy here," said Izzy, scanning the room. "And they're all stupid hot." Looking back at her mother, she smirked. "Makes it even funnier that he ended up with you." 

"You're saying I'm not 'stupid hot'?" Victoria feigned a pout. "I think your brother would disagree."

"Step-brother," said Izzy. "And yeah... knowing him..." She giggled. "I mean, remember our graduation party?"

"How could I forget?" Recalling the incident her daughter was referring to, the Mexican MILF chuckled fondly. A few weeks after Max and Izzy graduated from high school, Victoria had decided to celebrate their accomplishments by having their entire class over for a pool party—and when her stepson had seen the revealing swimsuit she'd elected to wear, he'd gotten so aroused that he'd had to excuse himself up to his bedroom for the majority of the day. "Funny thing is, I don't think a single one of your friends even noticed he was gone."

"Probably because I told them he was jacking off," said Izzy, smirk growing. 

"Izzy!" Victoria laughed. "No wonder he never made any friends at that school."

"Can you blame me? Look at him now." Izzy's smirk became a grin. "I still can't believe he asked to go up your ass."

"Yeah," said Victoria, shaking her head. "That's a new one for me, too. Although I'm sure it's pretty overwhelming being that small." 

"True," said Izzy. "Poor little perv. Just when he was about to get away from you, too."

"Right? Talk about a close call." Victoria leaned forward, unintentionally pressing the shrunken young man in question even further down against her backdoor. "So... have you thought any more about applying here? I saw my friend Bea the other day, and she said her offer still stands."

"That's nice." Izzy made a face. "Although... it'd be kinda weird, now that you're here."

"Oh, come on." Victoria scowled. "This is one of the best schools in the world!"

Again, Izzy shrugged. "And?"

Victoria crossed her arms. "And I really don't like the idea of you just sitting around the house for the next four years while I'm down here with your brother."

"Step-brother," said Izzy, rolling her eyes. "And I'm not just 'sitting around.' I'm streaming!"

"Ah, right." Victoria pursed her lips. "Of course. Streaming."

"Look," said Izzy, "just because you don't get it doesn't mean it's not a real thing! How did your parents react when you told them you were gonna go into modeling?"

"I got into modeling by getting a job as a model," said Victoria, frowning. "And once they saw how much money I was making, they were all about it. I'm not seeing anything like that here."

"Well, yeah," Izzy scoffed. "I'm not making any money yet. But I only started like, three months ago! This stuff takes time!"

"If you say so." Accustomed to this level of stubbornness by now, Victoria sighed. "Maybe we should talk about something else?" 

As mother and daughter continued catching up, Max was finally starting to drift off into something like sleep—as much as he could get while being subjected to the constant crushing pressure and oppressive odors of his stepmom's ass. His current lack of food and water didn't help, either; he was good and ready for some breakfast of his own, and the only liquid he had to quench his thirst was Victoria's sweat. Of course, at the same time, he was still glad to be sequestered away from Izzy.

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Feeling another silent but deadly gust of rancid gas hiss out into his face, the three-inch young man grimaced. When his stepmom's farts got this bad, it meant one thing and one thing only: she had to take a dump, and soon. Hopefully, he thought, she'd have enough mercy to take him out of her crack before that happened. 

"Whew," said Victoria, wrinkling her nose. "Sorry about that."

"It's fine," said Izzy. "I'm used to…" Glancing over her mother's shoulder, she gasped. "Holy shit! Is that Crystal West?"

Following her daughter's gaze, Victoria smiled. Sure enough, a few tables behind them, there was Crystal—and when she noticed the two women staring at her, her face lit up.

"Oh, hey, Tori!" Excusing herself from her table of fellow Hot Girl House residents and stepping over to Victoria and Izzy, the blonde influencer looked like she'd fully recovered from last night's debauchery. "Who's your friend?"

"Hey, Crystal," said Victoria, nodding to her stunned daughter. "This my daughter, Izzy."

"Your daughter?" Crystal's eyes went wide. "No way! I see the resemblance, but I would've thought you were sisters!"

"You're sweet," Victoria chuckled. "We get that a lot."

"Hey," said Izzy, her usual cool-girl act shattered by the fact that her mom was apparently on speaking terms with one of the world's most popular internet stars. "I... nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too!" Settling herself at the table without an invitation, Crystal shot Izzy a knowing grin. "Your mom was the life of the party last night, you know that?"

"Oh, god," said Izzy, reflexively wincing. "What'd she do?"

"Nothing crazy," said Crystal. "Just got roped into a twerking contest with Bella Hart."

"Bella Hart?" Izzy's jaw dropped. "Like, the Bella Hart?"

"Yeah, that one." Crystal's grin grew. "And get this: she won!"

"S-seriously?" Izzy glanced back at her mom with equal parts confusion and respect. "Since when do you know how to twerk?"

"Oh, you know," said Victoria. "I just got lucky, is all."

"She's being modest," Crystal giggled. "Say, Tori, speaking of last night... where's your boyfriend?" 

"You mean my stepson?" Victoria gave her hips a theatrical slap. "Take a wild guess."

"Ooh, lucky guy!" Crystal wiggled her eyebrows. "Seems like that's his favorite spot."

"I think he'd probably agree," said Victoria, offering another nod to her daughter. "Izzy got a great video of me sticking him back there this morning."

"Really?" For a world-class social media star, Crystal sounded genuinely intrigued. "Can I see?"

"Huh?" Unsure how her post would hold up to the influencer's usual standards, Izzy pulled out her phone and half-heartedly cued up the video. "I... sure, yeah. It's nothing crazy."

"I'll be the judge of that," said Crystal, glancing down at Izzy's screen as the clip began to play. "Wait... ohmygod! This is gold!"

"You think so?" Saying this, Izzy was unable to conceal the hope in her voice. 

"Are you kidding me? This is the best thing I've seen all week!" As if to prove her enthusiasm, Crystal pulled out her phone and promptly re-shared Izzy's video—single-handedly sending it viral as easily as another person might send a text message.

"Holy..." Already seeing her feeds lighting up with activity, Izzy was giddy. "T-thank you!"

"Don't mention it," said Crystal, clearly amused at how much she'd just made Izzy's day. "Have you ever thought about getting into making content? Like, more than as a hobby? You've got the looks and the camera presence for it."

"You think so?" Izzy nodded eagerly. "I've got a Twitch account, but it hasn't really gone anywhere. Not like yours or anything."

"Oh, cool!" Crystal nodded back. "Maybe I can plug your stream on mine sometime."

Roused uncomfortably awake by Victoria's latest fart, her shrunken stepson managed to hear most of this conversation from his perch in her crack—and wasn't thrilled at the prospect of his stepsister's new video being re-shared, especially by Crystal, of all people. Until this point, the only way he'd been able to make peace with the humiliating clip going online was by reminding himself that Izzy only had a few hundred followers—but now that it was on Crystal's feeds, all bets were off. Now, even if he did manage to make it back to normal, he'd be dealing with the aftermath of that video forever.

Faced with the unshakeable truth that several million people all over the world were going to witness his stepmother farting on him and shoving him up her ass over the next few hours, the part of him that was starting to see the positive side of being stuck down here was getting more and more vocal with every passing second. If this was his lot in life, and the entire world was about to know him exclusively as Victoria's fart absorber, maybe the best course of action would be to embrace that on his own terms.

BBRRRRTTTTTT

"Oh, my!" Sharing a slightly embarrassed smile with Crystal and Izzy, Victoria stood up to excuse herself. "Pardon me, you two. I think I need to use the big girl's room..."