Bathroom Break Shrunken First Semester chapter 15 by maximally

"Smells like it," scoffed Izzy, sharing a giggle with Crystal. "If you want, I can hang onto Maxie while you go do your thing?"

"Oh, I'm sure he'll be fine." Hiking up her shorts with pride, Victoria pressed her shrunken stepson even harder against her asshole. "It's nothing he hasn't seen before." 

"If you say so," said Izzy, shaking her head. "Have fun."

Feeling his giant stepmother stepping away from the table, presumably in the direction of the nearest toilet, Max was frozen in terror. As much as he was starting to accept — or at least tolerate — certain realities of being stuck in Victoria's ass, no part of him was ready for what would happen next. All he could do now was hold his breath and hope his stepmom would remember he was down here.

As Victoria sauntered across the dining hall, she again found herself the undisputed center of attention. Based on the looks she was getting — a mix of girls who wanted to be her and girls and boys who wanted to fuck her — news of her performance at last night's keg party had made the rounds on campus and online. She'd even gotten a few texts from her modeling friends — some as far away as Paris and Tokyo — who'd seen videos of the twerk-off online. While she'd had her doubts about this plan at first, it was already shaping up to be one of the best ideas she'd ever had—and the fact that her stepson seemed to be enjoying his new role as her fart absorber so much was just the icing on the cake.

A few minutes later, as Max sat praying his stepmom would take him out before she opened the floodgates, the universe offered him a much-needed break. As he sensed Victoria securing herself in a stall, pulling down her shorts and prying her cheeks apart, he did his best to struggle up to the surface of her crack—and was quickly peeled free with a satisfying slurp of suction. Back in his stepmom's palm, soaked in sweat, gasping for breath, it was all he could do to string together a desperate acknowledgment of her mercy. "T-thanks," he stammered, voice ragged from the sudden influx of fresh, fart-free air in his lungs.

"Of course." Scanning her shrunken stepson's defeated form, Victoria smiled warmly. "Did you think I'd forget about you back there?"

"N-no," said Max, returning his stepmother's smile in spite of himself. "Of course not."

"Good," said Victoria, settling herself onto the toilet and scrunching her face. "Now... sorry in advance about this..."

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Registering the satisfying plop that followed this blast, Max could only imagine the size of the log his stepmother had just dropped. If he'd still been stuck in her crack, he had no doubt that it would have taken him with it down into the bowl—and that thought was more than enough to make him shudder. For all the torments he'd been forced to endure over the last 36 hours, he felt profoundly lucky to have avoided getting a front-row seat to the events currently playing out below.

"What's the matter, sweetie?" Noticing her shrunken stepson's apparent discomfort, Victoria chuckled again. "You know girls poop, too, right?"

"Yeah," said Max, covering his nose with his hands. After four years of sharing a bathroom with Victoria and her daughter, he was all too familiar with the reality of female bowel movements. His stepmom clogged the toilet on an almost weekly basis—and when Izzy wasn't doing the same thing, she was leaving her work conspicuously un-flushed to torment him. "It's just... never mind."

"That's better," said Victoria, scrunching up her face again. "If I'd known you would be this judgey, I'd have left you with your sister."

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As another massive turd splashed into the toilet beneath them, Max winced. "Sorry," he said, resisting the urge to gag on the thick septic aroma filling the stall. "Speaking of Izzy... how long do you think she's gonna stick around today?"

"I'm not sure," said Victoria. "Probably through dinner. Why?"

"Oh, n-no reason," Max stammered. "J-just, y'know. Planning."

"Alright," said Victoria, audibly skeptical. "I hope you aren't trying to avoid her by staying down there."

"Me? N-no!" Max swallowed hard. While this was the clear truth of the matter, he knew admitting that would be a one-way ticket to a whole lot more Izzy time. With that in mind, he needed some alternative explanation—and right now, only one came to mind. "It's just... well... I don't know. Everything's so big now. Compared to being out in the world..." Saying this, he could feel his face getting warm. "Honestly, it's kinda nice just being cooped up down there."

"Is that so?" Victoria smiled. "You really mean that?"

"Y-yeah," said Max, now fully blushing. "I know, I know, that's probably super weird."

"Not at all, sweetie." Victoria's smile grew. "I think that's a perfectly reasonable conclusion for a guy like you."

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As his stepmom let loose with a final thunderous blast of shit, Max couldn't help laughing a little. "Man," he said, shaking his head, "you really had to go, huh?"

"Yeah," Victoria chuckled, finally reaching for the toilet paper. "I really did."

*

When Victoria got back to the dining hall, with her stepson safely stashed back in her ass, she found Izzy and Crystal chatting like old friends. Having now exchanged social handles and numbers, they now seemed to be planning to meet up and make content together at some point in the not-too-distant future—and when the mature amazon resettled herself at the table, the blonde influencer was in the process of re-selling Victoria's daughter on the idea of attending Ventus. 

"Ohmygod, you should totally apply here! I bet you'd get in." Looking between Izzy and her mom, Crystal giggled. "Wouldn't that be fun?"

Torn between the prospect of befriending one of the world's biggest influencers and getting stuck with her mom for the next four years, Izzy offered another shrug. Fifteen minutes into knowing Crystal, she'd regained most of her usual too-cool-for-school persona. "Yeah, could be fun." 

"Could be?" Crystal scoffed. "Will be! Right, Tori?"

"It's Izzy's decision," said Victoria, unable to keep a twinge of annoyance out of her voice. "Seems like she'll have a lot to think about after this trip."

"For sure," said Izzy. "So, I take it Max didn't fall in?"

"Nope." Victoria chuckled. "Not this time."

"Good." Flashing her phone to her mother, Izzy grinned. "'Cause that clip from earlier just cracked five million views, and Crystal and I have a ton of new ideas!"

Hearing all three women laughing, Max sighed. While the smothering confines of his stepmom's ass made it hard to make out much of the world beyond, the specific tone of their laughter made it clear what they were talking about. With Izzy's newly viral video now weighing down on him even harder than Victoria was, he tried to bury himself even deeper into the oddly comforting depths of the mature amazon's crack.

"So," said Crystal. "What's your plan for the rest of today?"

"Good question," said Victoria, turning to her daughter. "I suppose that's up to Izzy, too."

"Hmm..." Izzy smirked. "I know your neighbor was talking about giving us a tour at some point. What was his name?"

"You mean Zeke?" Again, Victoria chuckled. "I suppose that's one possibility. Although if you ask me, he's just trying to get in your pants."

"Wouldn't put it past him," said Izzy, smirk becoming another grin. "What about you, Crystal? You doing anything for the rest of today?"

"Me?" Glancing down at her phone, Crystal idly swiped through her calendar. "Well, I've got a photoshoot later... would you wanna come with?"

"A photoshoot?" Izzy perked up. "Like... for your channels?"

"Yeah!" Crystal nodded. "What do you think?"

"I mean," said Izzy, turning to Victoria, "that does sound pretty tight. What do you think, Mom?"