A Very Shrunken Christmas Shrunken First Semester chapter 5 by maximally

Three months later...

It was Christmas morning, and all through the Calhoun house, every creature was awake and stirring except for Max. As Victoria began cooking breakfast in the kitchen and Izzy started applying her usual layer of thick mall goth makeup in the bathroom across from his room, the 18-year-old former college freshman remained sound asleep, immersed in a series of sumptuous dreams. While it wasn't like him to sleep in like this, especially on Christmas, the last three months had done much to make him appreciate the simple joy of a good night's rest.

By now, Max had made an uneasy peace with the realities of his condition. Even if the events of his painfully short-lived first semester still felt like an objectively raw deal, he knew he was incredibly lucky in the grand scheme of things. For most involuntarily resized people, especially guys, life was nasty, brutish and short—and with that in mind, the tiny NEET understood that he had few grounds to complain about ending up back home. Sure, he'd never move out, go back to school, or be his own person in any meaningful sense of the term, but he also never had to worry about finding a job, paying bills, or ending up in someone's stomach. The only real downside was his stepfamily's total lack of boundaries.

Most days, his only time away from his giant guardians came after they went to bed—and yesterday, the day of Victoria's annual holiday party, had been no different. As the 6'1" Mexican MILF and her equally eye-catching 5'3" goth daughter entertained their guests, Max had spent most of the afternoon and evening wedged up to his waist in his stepmom's cleavage, subjected to an endless cycle of awkward re-introductions to several dozen of his former high school classmates. Going through this ordeal while wearing a tiny elf costume to match Victoria's low-cut red dress and Santa hat only added insult to his injury—although, given that the alternative had been a stint in her underwear, he knew that was the lesser of two evils. After an interminable six hours of forced socializing, he'd finally gotten back to his room around 11:00—and it had taken at least three more hours of gaming to help him shake off the sheer discomfort of the whole evening.

Since then, much to his delight, he'd been on the beach with two of his favorite anime characters: Mount Lady from My Hero Academia and Diane from Seven Deadly Sins. While he seemed to be back at full size, both of his bikini-clad companions were at least 200 feet tall—resulting in a size disparity that was more or less proportional to the one he experienced around any regular person in waking life. He wasn't sure how to feel about this disparity and the way it kept showing up in his dreams, but he saw no point in dwelling on that in the presence of such giant, gorgeous women. Knowing that dreams like these were the closest he was ever going to get to contact with a member of the opposite sex who wasn't a member of his stepfamily, he was more than happy to take what he could get without asking too many questions.

So far, his time at the beach had revolved around a game of spin the bottle. Because the giantesses' equally giant-sized bottle was too big for Max to spin, his participation was somewhat passive compared to theirs—but not un-enjoyable. At times, it was almost like his companions were competing to see who could bring him the most pleasure. Whenever one of them landed on him, they'd pick him up and bring him to their lips for a super-sized kiss—and whenever one of them landed on the other, they'd lock lips for the biggest makeout sesh that the 18-year-old virgin had ever seen. While he'd had more than his fair share of sex dreams since moving home, this was already shaping up to be one of the best.

Right now, it was Diane's turn—and when the bottle finished spinning, it pointed right at Max. As the giantess sat up and scooched toward him, the diminutive young man smiled and closed his eyes. A moment passed in exhilarating silence. Then, rather than being immersed in another full-body kiss, he found his thoughts monopolized by a deeply unpleasant and unmistakably familiar scent. When he opened his eyes again, he was just inches away from the brown-haired giantess's vast, visibly grimy feet.

Seeing Max's apparent discomfort, Diane smiled and waved her right sole in his face. "Kiss?"

"Kiss?" Max hesitated. After dozens of more conventional kisses, this request was more than a little unexpected—not least of all because of how bad Diane's feet smelled up close. Something in her voice had also changed, making it much higher and snarkier than usual. This, too, was curiously familiar.

"Well?" Diane sounded impatient. "I'm waiting."

Unwilling to risk offending his companion, Max nodded with as much confidence as he could muster. Then, putting aside the question of Diane's new voice, he stepped forward and set to work. While every aspect of this dream had already been exceptionally immersive, the experience of planting his lips against the giantess's foot came with several new sensory details. He could practically taste it—and even if that taste was far from good, it made everything feel that much more real.

"Mmm," he mumbled, adding some tongue to his kiss for good measure to make up for his moment of reluctance. "Y-you're a really good kisser."

"Thanks," giggled Diane, clearly enjoying herself. "You too."

As the diminutive young man attempted to wrap his arms around the giantess's big toe, it was all his stepsister could do to keep from laughing—both from the sheer absurdity of this whole situation and the way her stepbrother's tongue was starting to tickle her foot. Sitting on the edge of Max's bed, surrounded by his collection of movie posters, anime figurines and game consoles, the 18-year-old goth felt a growing temptation to slam her sole down and squash him awake—although she knew that doing so would ruin her fun. This wasn't the first time she'd forcibly inserted herself into one of his dreams, but he was usually up and complaining by now. It made her wonder just how much further she could push things today. "One sec," she said, trying to maintain composure. "I'll be right back."

Sliding her foot out of Max's face and gently slipping off of his bed, she barely managed to step out of the room and close the door before erupting into a fit of laughter. While her timid, socially awkward loser of a "big bro" had always been her favorite punching bag, his sudden loss of size had opened up a variety of exciting new ways to mess with him—stuff that made all the torments she'd put him through back in high school seem like nothing. When she got down to the kitchen, still laughing, her mom was waiting for her.

"Merry Christmas, honey," said Victoria, turning around and smiling at her daughter's apparent glee. "What's so funny?"

"Merry Christmas, Mom," said Izzy, sidling up to the stove and grabbing a piece of bacon. "Just had an idea... you didn't get Max anything big this year, right?"

"Max?" Looking over at the tree in the living room, Victoria frowned. "Well... obviously, I got you a bunch of stuff. And a couple things for me." She shrugged, more amused than embarrassed. "But... honestly, now that you mention it, I think I forgot all about him."

"I was hoping you'd say that." Izzy grinned. "I know how you can make it up to him."

"Oh?" Victoria raised an eyebrow. "How's that?"

"Well," said Izzy, grin growing. "Hear me out..."

*

Back upstairs, it was Max's turn to spin, assisted by Diane—and after several tantalizing seconds, the bottle landed squarely on Mount Lady. Eyeing him with an almost predatory smile, the giant superheroine licked her lips. As Max did the same, physically and mentally preparing himself for another hot and heavy toe kiss, he realized his other companion was about to try something different. Rather than sticking her foot in his face, she sat up and leaned forward, looming her immense chest over him like an upside-down mountain range. Then, before he could ask what would happen next, she showed him—laying down and crushing him between her massive, supple breasts.

"Morning, sweetie," said Mount Lady, grinding her chest into the ground. "Merry Christmas."

Again, Max couldn't help but notice a change in his companion's voice, which was now much lower and huskier than usual. While that certainly fit the bill for a woman as big, sexy and confident as Mount Lady, there was something about it that felt just as strangely familiar as Diane's—but with her giant breasts bearing down on him like an avalanche, he didn't have much spare mental bandwidth to dedicate toward trying to place it.

"Sorry about the smell." The giantess pushed her breasts together around him, burying him even further down. "I hope it's not too much for you."

"No," Max mumbled, lying. True to his companion's point, her cleavage was oddly stinky — a curiously septic, eggy stink, at that — but he knew better than to say as much. Pressing his face as deep as he could, unsure of how to feel about the fact that it just kept getting smellier and smellier the deeper he got, he tried to focus on losing himself in the sheer sensory overload of her warm, smothering softness. Stink or no stink, the only woman with boobs like these who'd ever let him near them in real life was his stepmom—and he had no shortage of reservations about taking any kind of enjoyment in that. "I love it."

"Really?" Mount Lady sounded surprised—and pleased. "You love it?"

"Yeah," said Max, increasingly struggling to form words between a mounting lack of oxygen and his usual lack of game around attractive women. "I... I wish I could spend the rest of my life right here."

"Right down there?" Mount Lady chuckled. "Well, I'd be happy to make that happen for you, if that's what you really want. But I'd have to know you were sure."

"I am!" Saying this, Max could feel his face getting warm. "I-I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life."

For some reason, this comment was enough to make Mount Lady and Diane laugh. 

"Alright," said Mount Lady, seemingly trying to resume her composure. "Well, why don't you give Mama a kiss?"

While Max didn't know what to make of the way his giant companion had just referred to herself, it had been a very long time since he'd had a dream this good—and he knew that losing himself in serious questions now was a surefire way to end his dream rendezvous early. "Okay," he said, forcing the rest of his reservations and inhibitions out of his head. Then, with a deep breath, he pressed his face into the giantess's soft, slightly stinky flesh and started plastering it with kisses. 

"Mmm," Mount Lady cooed. "Good boy."

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A split-second later, Max was wide awake—blanketed with a wave of warm, smelly, all-too-familiar stink that sent him into a full-body coughing fit. When he opened his eyes, he realized that there was, indeed, a giant woman on top of him. The problem was, it wasn't Mount Lady, and he was nowhere near her boobs—it was his very own stepmother, who had apparently just had her giant, maternal rump in his face. 

"Whoopsie! Sorry, sweetie!" Glancing back at her thoroughly disoriented stepson, Victoria shook her hips and grinned. "Izzy said you might like this."

With every inch of his amazonian stepmom's chubby, voluptuous figure jiggling in his face, fresh off the most overwhelming moment of female contact he'd had in weeks, Max found it hard to respond with anything other than a flustered feeling of arousal—quickly followed by a profoundly inconvenient case of morning wood. Knowing what this would suggest to his giant guardians, he had to resist the urge to sigh. If he wanted to convince them that he wasn't into being woken up like this, he had his work cut out for him.

"Looks like one part of him sure does," said Izzy, standing in the doorway with her phone out and recording. "Whaddaya think, lil bro?"

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When Max opened his mouth to respond, his stepmom's ass cut in with another word of its own—drowning out his attempts to reject the whole situation and reducing him to another fit of coughs and gags. At this rate, if recent history was any guide, he wasn't going to get the smell of Victoria's farts out of his nose all day. How his stepfamily thought that he'd see this as a gift was totally beyond him.

"Damn... sounds like he's getting a brown Christmas this year!" Stepping forward for a close-up, Izzy giggled. "Kinda reminds me of that time he got stuck in your underwear, and you went to take a dump, and-"

"Oh, hush," Victoria chuckled, pressing her powerful rump back down against the bed—and her shrunken stepson. "It happens. I needed to take a shower, anyway. Now, you better not post that."

"Too late!" Before her mother could grab her phone and take the clip down, Izzy rushed out of the room.

As Victoria hiked up her pants to pursue her daughter, trapping Max face-to-face with her colossal, rancid asshole, her shrunken stepson let out another long, low groan. If he'd had any hopes for this day being anything like "normal," they were gone now.

THE END

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