Psychology Class, Day 1 Shrunken First Semester chapter 20 by maximally

Seventy-two hours had passed since Max's extraordinary transformation—and if his first two days of life at three inches tall had been a challenge, the third wasn't much easier. As he alternated between his stepmother's bra and the back of her underwear while she settled into the swing of college life, it was all he could do to try and stay sane in the face of such objectively cruel and unusual circumstances. If Victoria had allowed him to remain in her ass full-time, it probably would have been a little easier on his psyche. Unfortunately, she remained adamant about preserving as much of his "college experience" as possible—and in her view, the best way to do that was by keeping him in her cleavage whenever they left their dorm room.

In theory, being out in the open like this made it much easier for Max to attend classes, absorb information, and socialize with his peers when the opportunity arose. In practice, of course, it was also a recipe for constant humiliation. As Victoria sauntered around campus, making friends and flirting with boys and girls alike, he felt more like a glorified bra ornament than a human being—burrowing down between her boobs like a hapless bug whenever she struck up a conversation in hopes that he wouldn't be seen. Now, nearing the end of his fourth and final class of the day, this was where he found himself: buried up to the waist in soft, supple maternal flesh, counting down the seconds until 5:00, well aware that the night to come probably wasn't going to offer much relief. 

"That brings us to Freud."

Writing the name of the famed psychoanalyst on the whiteboard behind her, Max's Intro to Psychology professor turned to face her students with a smirk. At 6'4" and 217 pounds, Riya Chandra was one of the most physically intimidating members of Ventus's faculty—an Indian amazon with double-D-cup breasts, legs like tree trunks, and an ass that had single-handedly broken at least two couches in the Psychology department's break room. From her smooth brown skin to her silky silver hair and the beauty mark on her chin, she was also just as much of a certified MILF as Victoria. Every time she moved, her powerful curves strained visibly against the taut fabric of her black chinos and frilly green blouse—and based on her promiscuous reputation, Max had a feeling she'd chosen such tight clothing on purpose.

"Now," said Riya. "Just out of curiosity… what associations come to mind when you hear that name? Yes, Crystal?"

"Guys who want to fuck their moms?" The blonde freshman smirked, chiming in from the back of the room. "Like Tori's guy, Max."

"Pfft," scoffed Victoria, not missing a beat responding to her new friend. "In his horny little dreams!"

As a wave of laughter washed over the room, the three-inch-tall young man at the center of the action grimaced. Unsurprisingly, his curvy, charismatic stepmom was already far more popular than he'd ever been with his fellow students—and while her arrival at Ventus had done a lot to boost his campus social profile, the reputation she'd brought him felt far from ideal. One week ago, none of his classmates even knew his name. Now, they knew him exclusively as Victoria's shrunken plaything. 

"Very good." Riya nodded, returning the perky social media star's smirk. "For those who don't know, Crystal's talking about something called the 'Oedipus Complex.' It's a little more nuanced than what she said... but not by much." Glancing at Victoria and Max, she offered her smallest student a conciliatory shrug. "Sorry to put you on the spot there, Max."

"Oh, he's fine," Victoria chuckled, giving her shrunken stepson a reassuring boob squeeze through her tank top. "Right, sweetie?"

"Y-yeah," muttered Max, his voice muffled by the overpowering pressure of his stepmom's prodigious rack. At this point, he was increasingly resigned to being the butt of everyone's jokes. "It's f-fine."

"Good," said Riya, looking up at the clock over the classroom door. "Well, it's five, so we'll have to leave it there for today. Reading for Wednesday is on the course portal." 

With that, all at once, every last one of Max and Victoria's classmates began packing up and filing out of the room with feverish intensity—doubtlessly eager to get off to another long night of beer pong and bad decisions. Watching them go, Max let out a long sigh of relief. He'd been dreading this particular segment of their 'history of psychology' unit, and was glad to be able to avoid it a little bit longer. After spending nearly three full days stashed in various sweaty crevices on his stepmother's person, he had plenty of mixed feelings about Freud's theories.

"Tori," said Riya, sauntering over to her newest — and, technically, oldest — pupil. "Do you mind sticking around for a second?"

"Sure," said Victoria. "What's up?"

As the last of Riya's students filed out of the room, the Indian amazon stepped up to the Mexican MILF's desk and smiled warmly. "I just wanted to see how you're settling in."

"Oh, thanks. No complaints from me." Looking down at her stepson, Victoria gave her chest a little shake. "What about you, sweetie?"

With his giant stepmother and equally giant professor staring down at him expectantly, Max forced himself to shrug. In truth, the last few days had been an absolute whirlwind—and the fact that he wasn't any closer to getting back to normal didn't help. The few attempts he'd made at revisiting the subject of going to the hospital had all been met with immediate dismissal by his stepmom, and the closest thing to a break he'd gotten since Saturday had come earlier this morning, when Izzy had headed back home to Sunnyvale. Of course, he knew that didn't mean he'd seen the last of her around here, either. According to Victoria, his trollish stepsister was already planning another visit sometime soon — mostly to hook up with her new favorite fuck buddy, his former roommate, Zeke — and had done a total 180 on Bea's offer to help get her into Ventus next spring.

"Oh," he said, struggling to avoid staring at his professor's chest—which was no less eye-catching than his stepmom's. "Y'know. It's an adjustment."

"I'm sure," said Riya. "Well, if you'd ever like to talk it over, I'm also one of the counselors over at the Wellness Center. Door's always open."

"Thanks." Max nodded, smiling as appreciatively as he could. After everything he'd been through, the prospect of talking all of his big, weird feelings out with a qualified professional didn't sound bad—especially if he ever wanted to get his growing feelings of subservience toward his stepmother under control. "That... actually sounds kinda nice."

"I might have to take you up on that, too," said Victoria, sizing up Riya's voluptuous figure and licking her lips. "Bea speaks very highly of your... skills."

"Please do!" Feeling the Mexican MILF's eyes on her, the Indian amazon grinned. "I suppose I assumed you'd tag along, too, Tori."

"Assume away," Victoria chuckled, shaking her chest again for Riya's benefit—and subjecting her shrunken stepson to a minor boob-quake.

Caught between his stepmother and his professor as they unapologetically eye-fucked each other silly, Max let out another long sigh. Of course, he should have known better than thinking Riya had any sincere interest in his wellbeing—or, at least, that this interest could hold a candle to his stepmother's charms. Like everyone else at this school, her main priority seemed to be getting into Victoria's pants.

"You know," said Riya, voice dropping to a purr. "I've actually got some availability right now, if you'd like to come back to my office and chat for a bit."