Homeward Bound Shrunken First Semester chapter 4 by maximally

"Here? Like this?" Victoria furrowed her brow. "I mean, let's be reasonable here, sweetie. You're, what, a couple inches tall? How would that even work?" She chuckled. "It's not like you were ever that good at taking care of yourself before all this, either."

"Well..." Max shrugged, realizing he lacked any serious response to what his stepmom was saying. Whether he liked it or not, he knew Victoria had a point—and the more he sat with that thought, the more it undermined his desire to keep standing up to her. "I don't know," he said, sighing. "It's like you said. It's a lot to take in."

"And you'll have plenty of time to do that at home." Victoria moved her hand even closer to her shrunken stepson. "Now, are you gonna hop on, or am I gonna have to grab you?"

Again, Max sighed. Clearly, the time for discussion was over. Now, one way or another, he was going home—and if previous experience was any guide, he knew it'd be in his best interest to do so willingly. Whenever he argued with his stepmom, this was almost always how it ended.

"Okay," he said, trying to sound confident in his decision. Then, discarding his last vestiges of agency, he stepped forward and climbed onto the mature amazon's palm. "Ready when you are."

"That's the spirit, sweetie," said Victoria, lifting her stepson toward her blouse. "Here, how about I let you ride with the girls on the way home as a little consolation prize?"

"The girls? Wait-" Before Max could say more, his stepmom was already stuffing him into the depths of her copious cleavage—and the fact that he was still buck naked made the whole experience even more intense. The sudden surge of warm, sweaty, smothering softness now pressing against every inch of his shivering three-inch body was overwhelming, making it impossible to form words for several seconds. As much as he'd always fantasized about getting a closer look at Victoria's boobs, he'd never imagined it happening like this. 

"Comfy?" Victoria cooed, adjusting her top with a jostle that wedged her stepson even further down between her breasts. "Don't act like you're not loving this."

Too mortified to reply, Max could only watch in mute humiliation as his stepmom/captor strolled out of the common room—only to come face to face with Zeke. 

Wearing his usual black Star Wars t-shirt, gray Ventus sweatpants and slide sandals, with his fluffy black hair just as unkempt as ever, Max's stocky 5'10" Mexican-American roommate looked like he hadn't changed a bit since last night. Judging by the energetic twinkle in his eyes and the self-assured swagger in his walk, he wasn't even hungover—and when he noticed Victoria, he quickly ran a hand through his hair and adjusted his posture. "Hey there!" Taking a step toward the Mexican MILF, Zeke grinned. "You must be Max's mom. Lucky guy."

Watching this exchange from the supple confines of his stepmom's boobs, Max grimaced. 12 hours out from the party that had changed his life, possibly forever, Zeke was still the same old Zeke in every possible way—including his irrepressible tendency to flirt with anything that moved. 

"You're sweet." Unable to keep her eyes from briefly wandering down to the pronounced bulge in Zeke's sweatpants, Victoria returned the cute freshman's grin and extended her hand. "I'm his stepmother, Victoria. But my friends call me Tori."

"Nice to meet you, Tori," said Zeke, kissing the top of her hand like some kind of 19th-century romantic. "I'm Zeke."

As the cocky but undeniably-cute freshman pressed his lips against her hand, Victoria giggled. Meanwhile, Max groaned. After four weeks of coming up short compared to his roommate in almost every aspect of college life, it felt uniquely agonizing to see him right now—and to watch him try his usual moves on Max's own stepmother, of all people.

"Say, uh..." Zeke hesitated, still grinning. "Where is Max, anyway? I haven't seen him all morning."

"Oh, him?" Victoria chuckled, nodding toward her low-cut top. "He's down here."

"Huh?!" Looking down at the Mexican MILF's cleavage, Zeke's eyes went wide. "Oh, dang! Sup, Max? Looks like you had a pretty wild night."

"Hey, Zeke," said Max, already thoroughly ready to get this interaction over with. "Yeah, you could say that... where'd we even go?"

"More like where didn't we go?" Zeke chuckled, offering Victoria another boyish grin. "We started off at Juno, but the vibes were hella sus. So we bounced over to Diana. Then we were at Minerva for a hot sec, then Fortuna..." He shook his head. "I think a couple girls were even trying to get you back to Proserpina at one point." 

Max shuddered. The very mention of Ventus's infamous "Loser House" gave everything about his current situation some much-needed perspective. "I guess I'm lucky I didn't wake up back there, then."

"Yeah, seems like it," said Zeke, mostly focused back on Victoria by now. "So what are you two getting into today?"

"Heading back home, actually," said Victoria, sounding oddly apologetic. "I'm afraid this kind of pulls the plug on him sticking around here."

"Dang," said Zeke, looking back to Max. "I guess that makes sense. Tough break, dude."

"Thanks," said Max, grimacing harder than ever.

"Seems like you're in pretty good hands, though." Returning his attention to Victoria, Zeke upped the friendly on his grin. "If you ever need someone to look after him, I'd be happy to come up and help sometime."

"You know what?" Amused by the cute freshman's boldness, Victoria pulled out her phone. "Why don't I get your number, just in case?"

"God damn it," Max muttered under his breath, still struggling to believe that anything about this day was real. 

*

Twenty minutes later, after several equally awkward conversations with Max's RA and a few of his neighbors, Victoria had consolidated all of her stepson's things into a few cardboard boxes and ported them back out to her cherry red Mercedes convertible. From here, assuming there was no traffic, it would be a straight shot back to Sunnyvale—which left Max on the hook for at least six uninterrupted hours of his stepmom's various odors and condescending commentary. 

Still perched in Victoria's cleavage, watching his dorm fade into the distance, inundated with top 40 pop music — most of which seemed to center around the core themes of being young, free and horny — the shrunken freshman had no luck resisting the urge to spiral. Despite his best efforts, his time in college had just come to an unceremonious and painfully-early close—and he was still the same kissless virgin he'd been before. Now, to make matters even worse, he'd probably be stuck like that forever.

From here, in the best case, his life looked like one long loop of playing video games and jacking off. In some ways, that didn't sound half bad—but in other, more profound ways, it did. As long as he remained like this, and as long as Victoria insisted on keeping him home with her, he'd never kiss a girl, get laid, find a girlfriend or be anything more than an object of pity and amusement. His life, as he'd known it, was gone—and at this point, a growing part of him just wanted to get home, hole up in his childhood bedroom and try to put this whole day behind him.

BBBRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPP

"Phew!" Victoria chuckled, waving a hand in front of her face. "Sorry, sweetie... I think there's more where that came from!"

Again, all Max could do was sigh. Somehow, this was his life now.