Izzy Steps Up Shrunken First Semester chapter 17 by maximally

"I could do that." Glancing down at her thoroughly defeated-looking stepbrother, Izzy curled her lips into another smirk. "Mom, you wanna make some room?"

"Of course," said Victoria, the bed creaking again as she shifted her bottom-heavy frame.

Watching his stepsister striding toward him, Max felt another hard wave of dread. Despite his best efforts to avoid any direct interaction with his least favorite family member — including willingly sacrificing himself to the fleshy prison of his stepmom's ass for the last few hours — it looked like all of his worst fears for today were about to come true. All he could do now was hope that Victoria's presence would curb her daughter's worst impulses.

"Perfect." Joining her mom on the bed, Izzy kicked off her black high-top sneakers and peeled away the visibly funky socks beneath—earning a full-body shudder from Max. Seeing her shrunken stepbrother's immediate and visceral reaction to her bare feet, the giant mall goth giggled. "This is a throwback, huh, bro?"

"Y-yeah," Max stammered, his throat tight. While the sight and smell of his stepsister's soles brought back no shortage of embarrassing memories — not just countless foot rubs, but the several times he'd been forced to kiss them during games of spin the bottle and truth or dare with her friends — nothing could have possibly prepared him for this: her car-sized feet, ripe and dominant, demanding his submission.

"Well…" Izzy wiggled her toes, much the same way her mother had just done. "Whose feet do you like more? Mine, or Mom's?"

Staring up at the two giantesses, Max couldn't help another hard swallow. Obviously, he was going to choose his stepmother over his stepsister, but it was hard to avoid comparing the two in the heat of the absurd decision before him. Victoria's feet were much larger than her daughter's — most of her exercise shoes were Men's size 14 wide — and visibly more mature. In contrast, Izzy's feet were downright petite—but a whole lot smellier.

"Oh, honey." Victoria chuckled, looking between her grinning daughter and dazed, trembling stepson. "That's not fair. You know he'll pick me." Meeting the three-inch virgin's eye, she winked. "Right, Max?"

Snapping back to reality, Max flinched. "Y-yeah!"

"See?" Raising her foot, Victoria gave Max another reassuring nudge with her big toe. "He's a Mama's boy, through and through."

"Guess I should've seen that coming," said Izzy, smirk sharpening. "That gives me an idea, though." Getting up from the bed and settling into a seated position on the floor, the Mexican mall goth extended her feet back toward her shrunken stepbrother. Then, she jerked her chin at her mother. "C'mon."

"You really are my daughter, huh?" Victoria's laughter deepened as she followed her daughter's lead, shifting her weight to the floor. Her feet settled just inches from Max's back, the creases of her soles radiating just as much heat and funk as her daughter's.

Suddenly trapped between his stepmother and stepsister's soles, Max froze. If the two giantesses felt like it, they could easily bring their feet together and subject him to an unprecedented level of torment—and based on the mischievous look they currently shared, that seemed to be exactly what was going to happen next.

"Crystal?" Victoria tilted her head, her voice syrup-slow. "This working for you?"

"Oh yeah." Crystal's breath hitched, her phone capturing every twitch of Max's strained face. "Now, you gonna squash him, or what?"

"With pleasure." Izzy's giggle dissolved into a moan as she slammed her feet forward, mashing her shrunken stepbrother against her mother's soles.

A split second later, Max's world collapsed into even more heat and pressure. Caught between his stepmother and stepsister in a more literal way than ever before, he felt like a ball of clay being kneaded flat in real-time. Miraculously, perhaps due to whatever serum he'd been dosed with, he managed to endure the entire ordeal without blacking out or worse, but the whole experience was still profoundly uncomfortable—not least of all because he knew Crystal was still getting all of this on camera.

"Yeah!" The blonde influencer beamed. "That's perfect! Now, talk to him again!"

"Enjoying this, bro?" Izzy sneered, pressing the ball of her foot into her stepbrother's face. The pressure was more than enough to force his lips apart, the bitter taste of her skin flooding his mouth. "Who am I kidding? I know you are. Maybe you can chill in one of my socks later while I'm fucking your old roommate."

"Izzy!" Victoria chuckled, her toes flexing protectively against her stepson. "I don't know about that."

"Just putting the idea out there," Izzy shrugged. "I mean, that's, like, the closest he'll probably ever get to getting laid now. Aside from all the times he got to listen through the wall when I brought guys home in high school."

"Suppose you're not wrong." Victoria shook her head, glossed lips curving. "I was never that subtle, either."

Still trapped between the two giantesses' soles, Max's muffled groans went ignored.

"This still working for you, Crys?" Looking up at her new friend, Izzy bit her lip. "Wanna switch it up?"

"I'm down if you're down," said Crystal, grin growing. "I get the impression your brother is quite an ass guy."

"True." Izzy's laugh dripped malice as she locked eyes with her mother. "Butt to butt, then?"

Victoria offered a grin of her own. "Why not?"

For a brief, beautiful moment, Max felt all the intense pressure on him start lifting. Flopping off of his stepmother's sole like an errant bit of trash, he landed rather unceremoniously on the floor between them and quickly began filling his lungs with as much fresh air as possible. Unfortunately, while this was happening, his stepmother and stepsister were turning around—positioning their colossal, curvy rumps squarely in his direction for an even more degrading double-whammy.

"Ready?" Izzy wiggled her eyebrows.

"Ready," said Crystal, flashing a thumbs up.

A heartbeat later — before Max could gasp, flinch, or even process the looming threat before him — the two giantesses pressed their butts together, entombing him in another pressure cooker of soft, smelly, smothering darkness. While Victoria's butt was much bigger than her daughter's, they were both quite stacked by any usual person's standards—meaning that there was absolutely no escape for the three-inch young man caught between them. It was almost enough to make him nostalgic for the slightly-less-all-encompassing foot sandwich they'd just been subjecting him to.

"Perfect!" Still recording, Crystal looked like she was having the time of her life. "This is unreal. You guys are pros!"

"Thanks," said Izzy, smiling back at Victoria. "Now check this out."

BBBRRRAAAAPPPPPP

For Max, the gust of hot, rancid air that followed was perhaps the most unpleasant one he'd endured to date—if only because it had absolutely nowhere to go but right into his lungs. In terms of smell, it was every bit as bad as the one she'd cut in his face earlier that morning, and the fact that he was now caught between her and his stepmom made it even worse. It was like Victoria and Izzy's big, bubbly booties had him hermetically sealed into a perfect vacuum of stink—and if he knew one thing about both of them, it would only be a matter of time before his stepmom responded to her daughter's opening salvo.

"Izzy!" Victoria scoffed, already smelling her daughter's latest work. "That stinks!"

"Like you're one to talk," Izzy shot back, grinding her hips against her mom—and the shrunken young man struggling between them. "Besides, I bet Max is living for this."

Beneath them, wedged against the business ends of the two most domineering women in his life, Max choked silently—torn between instinctive dread and the grim knowledge that even the familiar confines of Victoria's crack wouldn't help him now. He was not living for any of this—and as he felt his stepmom's asshole starting to tense through the taut fabric of her shorts, he could only let out a mute whimper and prepare for another blast.

BBBBRRBRBAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP

Right then, as if on cue, an even louder and smellier fart thundered out of Victoria's ass, inundating Max with another swampy wave of harsh stink. Caught in a bizarre blend of acrid, eggy odors — which bore an unsettling familial resemblance to each other — the shrunken man was in a layer of hell unlike any other he'd already gone through this weekend. It wasn't a private hell, either.

"Aand, post!" Crystal giggled, uploading the first of the day's clips to her channels. "God, my followers are gonna eat this up."

Hearing this through the crushing pressure and constant gurgles of the two giantesses' prodigious posteriors, Max barely managed a groan before Izzy's asshole started puckering up again.

*

The rest of the afternoon passed in humiliating setups. Victoria posing with Max in her cleavage. Izzy snapping a selfie with Max on her tongue. Several short clips of both women sitting on Max and farting. A video of Izzy using Max as a sweat rag to wipe her pits after several particularly strenuous footplay scenes. By the end of the day, all the shrunken photoshoot star wanted to do was crawl back into his stepmom's ass and leave the big, cruel outside world behind—and when Victoria, Izzy, and Crystal finally got their fill of him, he had no reservations about making his feelings known.

"How are you doing, sweetie?" Peeling her stepson out of the final setup of Crystal's shoot — a glass jar that she and Izzy had just taken turns farting into — Victoria offered him a surprisingly-warm smile. "Ready for another party night?"

"You guys wanna go out?" Crystal raised her eyebrows. "Some Minerva chick I know just got funding for her tech startup idea, and she's gonna be throwing a crazy rager to celebrate." 

"V-Victoria," Max stammered, looking up at Victoria with equal parts resignation and desperation. "C-could we just... go back to the dorm?"

"Aww," Izzy rolled her eyes. "What's the matter, bro? Can't keep up with the big girls?"

"Oh, hush," said Victoria, stroking Max's back with her thumb. "He's had quite the afternoon. I think he's earned a little break."

Hearing this, Max felt a brief rush of relief—only to realize his stepmother was now bringing him back around to the crack of her ass. Yet, as he contemplated the possibility of spending another unknown stretch of time in that expanse of suffocating darkness, he didn't get any less relieved. On paper, he knew that nothing about his current circumstances gave him any reason to feel this way. He was three inches tall, and his life increasingly seemed to revolve around being a kind of human fart absorber for his stepfamily. Still, after everything he'd gone through today, he found it hard to complain about the relative tranquility of Victoria's rump.

"There you go," said Victoria, easing her stepson back down between her cheeks and hiking her shorts back up. "Back home, safe and sound."

"So pathetic," said Izzy, still more than a little stunned at just how thoroughly her mom seemed to have broken her stepbrother. "He's only been like this for, what, two days?"

"Not even." Victoria chuckled. "Are you that surprised, though?"

"Nah," Izzy grinned. "Mostly just annoyed I didn't think of shrinking him before all this." 

Registering the mature amazon, her daughter and their new friend erupt into yet another fit of laughter through the smothering confines of his stepmom's rump, Max tried to burrow himself as deep as he could—soon finding himself right back up against her big, rancid asshole for at least the fifth or sixth time this weekend. While the rest of his night didn't look any more relaxing from here, at least he could look forward to a little relief from Izzy. For now.

"So," said Izzy, glancing between her mom and her new friend. "Now that butt boy's all taken care of, we hitting this party or what?"