An Indecent Proposal Shrunken First Semester chapter 14 by maximally

With Max wedged snugly between his stepsister's cheeks, Izzy and Victoria stepped out into the hallway—only to come face to face with Zeke, emerging from his room across the hall. 

"Hey, Tori." Glancing between his former roommate's stepmom and the unfamiliar goth girl at her side, Zeke flashed his usual cocky grin. "Who's your friend?"

Victoria chuckled, seeing all too clearly how her stepson's former roommate was now eyeing her daughter. "Zeke, this is my daughter, Izzy. Izzy, this is Zeke—Max's old roommate."

"Hey," Izzy smirked, sizing Zeke up with a look that was equal parts amused and disinterested. 

"Dang, Max never mentioned he had a sister." Zeke's grin widened. "Especially not a sister as cute as you."

From his prison in Izzy's ass, Max groaned. He knew Zeke's type — anything with a pulse — and he knew Izzy's even better. The combination was a recipe for disaster, especially given his stepsister's long, long list of ex-boyfriends, fuck buddies, and regrettable one-night stands. The last thing he needed was for these two to hit it off.

"Keep it in your pants." Izzy's voice dripped with playful disdain. "I'm just dropping some shit off for my mom."

"Alright, alright." Zeke held up his hands in mock surrender, though his grin never faded. "So, uh… where's Max?"

Izzy's smirk turned wicked. "Oh, he's around." She patted her ass, subjecting her stepbrother to a mini butt-quake. 

"Wait, hold up." Zeke blinked. "You mean he's… down there?"  

"Mm-hmm," said Izzy, nodding smugly. "All nice and cozy."

"That's wild." A pause. "…Can I see?"

"Nice try." She grinned. "But hey, if you've got a plug for shrinking serum, maybe you can join him back here."

"Hah, fair enough." Zeke laughed, but there was a nervous edge to it now. "I gotta go. See you later, Tori."

"Bye, Zeke," said Victoria, offering her new neighbor a warm smile as he hurried away before turning to her daughter. "Isabella. Was that really necessary?"

Izzy shrugged, her Converse squeaking against the linoleum as they walked. "What? He was being thirsty as hell."

"He's a perfectly nice young man," Victoria chided. "Not too hard on the eyes, either. You could do worse."

"Uh-huh." Izzy rolled her eyes again, though a sliver of amusement tugged at the corner of her lips.

Meanwhile, buried deep in the humid darkness of his stepsister's panties, Max let out a shaky sigh of relief.

*

For Max, the walk across campus was a uniquely torturous experience. Every step Izzy took sent her cheeks jostling around him, the heat and sweat building with each passing minute. The fabric of her panties clung to him like a second skin, and the occasional shift of her hips threatened to smother him entirely.

Meanwhile, outside his fleshy prison, the world carried on as usual. Izzy strutted through the quad with the confidence of a girl who knew exactly what she was working with—her wide hips swaying, her ample backside bouncing with each step, and her black tank top straining against her chest. Beside her, Victoria moved with the effortless grace of a retired model, her own curves drawing just as much attention, though she seemed far more amused by the reactions than her daughter

"Wow," Izzy muttered, glancing at a group of football players who were practically tripping over themselves to get a better look at her. "Is it just me, or is every guy here thirsty as fuck?"

Victoria chuckled, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "What, you're just noticing now?" She gave her daughter a playful nudge. "You'd have your pick of them if you enrolled, you know."

Izzy scoffed. "Yeah, hard pass." She adjusted the waistband of her shorts, unintentionally squeezing Max even tighter against her ass. "This place is way too bougie for me."

Victoria sighed but didn't push further. She'd long since grown accustomed to her daughter's stubborn independence—even if she did think Ventus would be good for her.

*

Because it was a late summer Sunday around noon, the Ventus dining hall was packed to capacity with a bewildering range of jocks, nerds, hot girls, goths, and losers—and as Victoria and Izzy stepped inside, they quickly realized that there wasn't a single table open. Fortunately, situations like these had never stopped Izzy back in high school, and she wasted no time zeroing in on the weakest link: a table of scrawny male freshmen.

"Yo." Sauntering over, she planted one hand on the table and leaned down just enough to give them an eyeful of her cleavage. "Scram."

The boys blinked up at her, their faces paling. One of them — an especially-lanky kid with glasses — opened his mouth to protest, but Izzy cut him off with a glare.

"Now."

The group scrambled to their feet, gathering their trays and scurrying away like startled mice. Izzy flopped into one of the vacated chairs with a satisfied smirk, kicking her feet up on the table. While Max only got this scene through half-muffled sound, he'd seen her pull stunts like this at regular size a thousand times before.

"You're such a bully sometimes, dear." Victoria slid into the seat across from her daughter, shaking her head with poorly-concealed amusement. "You could have at least tried being polite."

"What can I say?" Izzy shrugged. "I learned from the best."

"I did not teach you to push people around like that," Victoria said, though the faintest hint of pride tinged her voice.

"Sure you didn't." Izzy leaned back, crossing her arms.

Victoria watched her with fond exasperation before turning her attention to the nearby buffet line. "So… Mexican?"

Izzy grinned. "Duh."

*

By the time they got back to their table, which was left suspiciously empty in their absence after the show Izzy had made getting it, their plates were piled high with tacos, enchiladas, and enough refried beans to fuel a small army—which was exactly what Victoria needed after her big night out. As the Mexican MILF gleefully recapped her first day on campus, putting special emphasis on her evening at House Diana, Izzy listened with a mix of amusement and resignation. Her mom had always been the center of attention wherever she went, and college was clearly no exception.

"And then, get this…" Victoria was saying, gesturing animatedly. "I got roped into a twerking contest with Bella Hart, and I won! Can you believe that?"

"Isn't she that chick from OnlyFans? The one Max used to have a thing for?" Izzy looked up from her plate. "She goes here?"  

"Yep!" Victoria smiled smugly. "I was thinking about getting her and Max introduced, but… well, that was when I had him riding backseat."

"Makes sense," Izzy snorted, shoveling a forkful of beans into her mouth. "I bet that was torture for him." She swallowed, then — without warning — clenched her cheeks, unleashing a silent but deadly fart directly into Max's prison. The fabric of her shorts bulged slightly with the pressure, and a faint, eggy stink wafted up between them.

brrrrttttttttt

Victoria wrinkled her nose but laughed anyway. "Izzy. "

"What?" Izzy smirked, wiggling in her seat to really let the gas settle around her stepbrother. "You're really gonna scold me about that after putting him through a whole night of Taco Butt farts?"

"Lower your voice." Victoria shook her head, though her smile didn't fade. After a moment, though, her expression turned thoughtful. "You know… ever since you got here, I've been thinking."

Izzy raised an eyebrow. "Dangerous."

"Hush." Victoria waved her off. "It's just… last night was fun, but it also made me feel… old. "She sighed. "I mean, I'm forty-two. These kids are half my age. And as much as I love Max—"

"Do you?" Izzy interjected, grinning.

"—as much as I love Max," Victoria repeated, shooting her a look, "seeing the two of you together again, I can't help but feel like you'd be a much better fit for this whole 'campus chaperone' thing."

Izzy paused, her fork hovering mid-air. "Huh?"

"Hear me out," Victoria said, holding up a hand. "You're about the same age. You know how to handle him. And Bea could get you in here, no questions asked." 

Izzy opened her mouth—then closed it, considering. The idea did have its perks. No more living at home, no more listening to her mom's lectures, no more scraping by on her meager streaming income. And, of course, there was Max. Her lil bro. Completely at her mercy. The possibilities were endless.

Meanwhile, struggling to filter out the noxious remnants of his stepsister's latest fart, Max was reevaluating his life choices even harder than ever. If Izzy said yes, there was no telling how long he'd be stuck with her. No more Victoria—just Izzy, her relentless teasing, and her seemingly endless supply of gas. The thought alone was enough to make him lightheaded. But then again… had he really been any better off with Victoria? At least Izzy didn't even pretend to have his best interests at heart.