Max Does Therapy Shrunken First Semester chapter 21 by maximally

"That sounds nice," said Victoria, nodding slyly. "Max, you good with that?"

"Sure," said Max, knowing his stepmother wasn't really asking for permission.

"Wonderful!" Clapping her hands together, Riya gestured toward the door. "Right this way."

As Victoria followed her professor out into the hall, Max once again did his best to bury himself a little deeper into her bountiful cleavage to avoid the prying eyes of everyone they passed. Putting aside all the unpleasant physical realities of his new life — the smell of his stepmom's farts, the surreal experience of being swallowed up by her ass crack every night, the unspeakable multi-sensory horror of joining her on every trip to the bathroom — this was his least favorite part of being three inches tall: the way that his peers had started looked at him. Whenever he accidentally made eye contact with someone, their expression was a combination of disgust, pity, and amusement, and today, it was no different. It was enough to make him genuinely homesick for the smothering confines of his stepmom's ass—a feeling that he was having more and more trouble holding at arm's length.

A few doors down, the Indian amazon led her two students into her office—a wood-paneled study complete with three plush leather recliners, a claw-footed coffee table, a dozen shelves of books, and several framed diplomas. "Here we are," said Riya, settling into the largest of the chairs—clearly her usual spot, based on the pronounced butt-shaped divot in the seat cushion. "Can I get you anything, Tori? Maybe a glass of wine?"

"I could do that," said Victoria, selecting the second-biggest chair and grinning.

"Of course." Already opening the wine fridge beside her seat, Riya uncorked a bottle and filled two pre-chilled glasses. 

"Thanks." Accepting a glass — and making a point to brush her professor's hand — Victoria took a long sip and purred with approval. "Very good."

"Glad you agree." Settling her glass on the coffee table, Riya sat back in her chair and tented her fingers. "Now, let's get down to business. You're his stepmother, right? So when did you two first meet?"

"About four years ago," said Victoria. "I married his dad when he was a freshman in high school."

"I see," said Riya, picking up a notepad. "And when did you start getting so... close?"

"You mean, like this?" Giving her stepson another squeeze between her breasts, Victoria chuckled. "Not until pretty recently. Bit of a necessity, what with him being so small."

"Sure." Riya's expression hardened a little. "And... how has that change been for you?"

"Well, obviously, it's a little... unconventional." Glancing down at her stepson, the mature amazon smiled smugly. "But for a guy like him? I think it makes perfect sense."

"Interesting," said Riya, scribbling furiously. "Frankly, I'd be inclined to agree. But I'd love to hear your explanation."

"You had him as a student for a couple weeks before all of this, right?" Again, Victoria chuckled. "How would you have described him back then?"

"...Quiet." Trying to find the words to respond to Victoria's question, Riya stifled a chuckle of her own. "Average grades. Below-average posture. Not terribly popular with his peers." She shrugged. "Really, now that I think about it, he didn't leave much of an impression at all until you showed up."

"That's my Max," said Victoria. "Case in point, really. He's never had any friends, he's never been good with girls, he's certainly never been much to look at. I'm still stunned he had the grades to get into a school like this. Or that he made it on his own as long as he did. But now he doesn't have to worry about any of that!"

Hearing the two giantesses discussing his diminished humanity in such unflinching terms, Max could only cross his arms and groan. If the point of this meeting was to make him start feeling better about his new lot in life, it wasn't doing much for him so far.

"Max? Do you want to chime in here?" Putting a hand on Victoria's thigh, Riya shifted to get a better look at her smallest student. "I know you said it's been an adjustment... but is that how you really feel?"

"Me?" Under the spotlight once again, Max winced. "Um…"

prrrrrrrrtttttt

Before the shrunken freshman could work up the courage to speak his mind, a sudden fart from his professor cut him off. Rippling out from under her wide-set hips and squeaking through the leather of her chair, it sounded just as bad as it smelled—and that was saying something. Whatever Riya had eaten today, it was clearly very spicy.

"Excuse me!" Riya shook her head, smiling in spite of herself. "I suppose I thought that one would be a little quieter."

"It's alright," said Victoria, smiling back. "This guy's seen a lot worse."

"You mean, in terms of..." Riya raised an eyebrow. "Farts?"

"Well, he might be a little mad at me for telling you this..." Victoria leaned toward her professor conspiratorially. "But whenever we're alone, all he wants to do is go in the back of my underwear."

"Oh!" Riya clasped a hand over her mouth to suppress an open laugh. "That's… definitely a little unconventional. But I suppose it's not entirely unexpected for someone in his condition. Do you have any idea why he might feel that way?"

Still nestled in his stepmom's cleavage, Max could feel his face going bright red. It wasn't that he enjoyed going up Victoria's ass; it was just that the rest of the world increasingly felt too big, scary, and cruel to bear on his own. He'd taken to life back there for the same reasons he'd taken to spending most of his time gaming and jacking off in high school—as objectively underwhelming as it was, it was an escape. Of course, thinking all of that was one thing. Saying it would be something else entirely.

"I mean, I used to catch him ogling my butt all the time before all this." Victoria's grin grew. "You should have seen him whenever we went to the beach together. He'd be pitching a tent the whole time."

"Victoria," Max groaned, blushing profusely. "Do you have to tell her that?"

"Weren't you the one who wanted to come talk to her, sweetie?" Victoria chuckled. "Honesty's the best policy in a place like this."

"You said it," said Riya, adding another note to her pad. "So... you think that he's always been interested in your butt, and the change in boundaries after he shrank has allowed him to start acting on that?"

"Something like that," said Victoria. "I think he's still a little embarrassed about the whole 'getting chaperoned around college by his own mom' thing, too."

"So much that he'd rather go... in the back of your underwear?" Riya squinted. "That's... very unconventional."

Still lacking the conviction to speak, Max let out another silent sigh. Of course, there was no shortage of places he'd rather be than the crack of his stepmom's ass—but it was the only alternative she'd given him to the wide-open spectacle of sitting in her cleavage.

"Hmm." The Indian amazon put a finger to her chin. "Mind if I borrow him for a second?"

"Be my guest." Tugging down her tank top, Victoria plucked out her visibly unhappy stepson and handed him over to her new friend. "Just, you know, be gentle."

"Of course," said Riya, savoring the sudden rush of power that came with having another human being in the palm of her hand. "Now, Max, I'm going to say a few words. And I want you to say the first word that pops into your head when you hear them. Does that make sense?"

"S-sure," said Max, cupping both hands over his groin to hide his continued nakedness in front of his big, regal professor. "Okay."

"Good." Setting Max down on the coffee table, Riya slipped out of her black pumps and brought her plump, sweaty feet right up next to him. "A lot of my male students find that rubbing my feet helps them relax during our sessions. Feel free to try that while we're doing this exercise, if you'd like."

"O-okay," said Max, staring up at the Indian amazon's huge bare soles and swallowing hard. "L-like this?"

"Perfect." Feeling the three-inch freshman's trembling hands on her right foot, Riya shared a knowing smirk with Victoria. "You're doing great, Max. Now... sky."

"B-blue?" Max shrugged, struggling to stay focused over the immediately overpowering smell of his professor's ripe feet—and the knowledge that his stepmom was watching this all play out and doing nothing to stop it. 

"Very good," said Riya. "Water."

"Uh…" Max blinked. "Wet?"

"Good," said Riya. "But try not to hesitate. Now… your mom."

"Stepmom," Max grumbled. 

"Hmm." Riya pursed her lips and looked back up at Victoria. "Now we're getting somewhere."

"What do you mean?" Victoria sounded intrigued.

"That kind of reaction isn't ideal for a young man in his position," said Riya, shaking her head. "Ideally, he'd respond with something like, 'protector,' or 'family.' Maybe even 'goddess.'"

"Sounds good to me," Victoria chuckled, shooting her stepson a playful wink. "Feeling worshipful, sweetie?"

"You're joking, right?" Max scowled.

"No," said Riya, returning her attention to Victoria. "I think your son might have some hangups about your new relationship. This isn't exactly my usual area of expertise, but if you'd like, we could explore some… reconditioning techniques."

"'Reconditioning'?" Victoria flashed another grin. "Almost sounds kinda kinky."

"A little." Riya's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Here, one sec."

Pulling her feet off the table and swiveling around in her chair, the Indian amazon drew several books off the shelf behind her—including An Introduction to Goddess Theory, Five Studies of Mixed-Size Relationships, Domination and Submission for Dummies, and a dog-eared paperback called Odor & Obedience. Slamming the stack of thick volumes down on the coffee table just inches away from her smallest student, she locked eyes with Victoria and returned the Mexican MILF's grin.

"Now," said Riya, taking a sip of her wine. "Where to begin?"