Another Round with Zeke Shrunken First Semester chapter 8 by maximally

Victoria’s grin grew as she rolled onto her back, pulling Zeke with her. The bedframe creaked in protest beneath their combined weight, the headboard thudding rhythmically against the wall. Max, still stranded on the desk, felt his pulse quicken as he watched his stepmother’s fingers curling around Zeke’s wrist, guiding him back between her thick thighs. If there was one thing he knew about Victoria, she was never one to be satisfied with just one round.

“You sure you don't wanna give it a second?” Zeke chuckled, though his cock twitched eagerly.

“What's the matter? Getting tired?” Victoria purred, arching her back to make her breasts sway enticingly. Her free hand slid down her stomach, fingers gliding through her glistening folds with practiced ease. “Because I’m just getting started.”

Zeke’s smirk faltered for a second before he came to his senses, crushing his mouth against hers. Their kiss was ravenous, all clashing teeth and tangled tongues as Victoria’s powerful thighs locked around his waist. Max swallowed hard, his own traitorous arousal pressing insistently against his stomach. He wanted to look away, but the sight of his stepmom’s voluptuous body moving beneath Zeke’s was hypnotic.

Then Victoria’s dark eyes flicked to him, gleaming with wicked amusement. “Oh, Maxie,” she cooed, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. “You’re not feeling left out, are you?”

Before he could stutter a reply, her hand shot out, plucking him off the desk with terrifying ease. The world spun as she lifted him, her fingers — still sticky with Zeke’s cum — warm and wet against his bare skin.

“W-wait—Victoria!” Max squirmed, but her grip was ironclad.

“Relax, sweetie,” she murmured. “Mama’s got the perfect spot for you.”

With that, she rolled onto her hands and knees, dragging Zeke with her until she was arched like a cat in heat. Max’s stomach lurched as she positioned him just above the deep cleft of her ass, the heat radiating from her skin near-suffocating.

“Hold still,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. Then, slowly and deliberately, she pressed him into the plush valley between her cheeks.

Max gasped as the world narrowed to the overpowering warmth and pressure of Victoria’s ass. Her pillowy flesh enveloped him completely, the musky, salty scent of her skin flooding his senses. Above him, Zeke’s breath hitched audibly.

“Fuck,” Zeke groaned. “Is it weird that it feels... kinda good having him down there?”

Victoria laughed, the vibration rippling through Max’s trapped body. “I was thinking the same thing."

Zeke’s hands clamped onto her hips, his cock sliding into her with a wet schlick. The impact jostled Max deeper into her crevice; his face mashed against her sweat-slick skin with each thrust. Every snap of Zeke’s hips rocked him forward, the rhythm of their coupling reverberating through Victoria’s body and into his very bones.

Victoria’s moans crescendoed, unfiltered and wanton, her back arching even further as Zeke pounded into her. “Yes—just like that—”

Max could feel the way she kept easing herself against Zeke’s length, the way her ass clenched rhythmically around him. The sensation was overwhelming—humiliating, dizzying, and shamefully arousing.

Then Victoria reached back, her manicured fingers digging into her own flesh to spread her cheeks wider. The sudden increase in pressure forced a groan from Max’s lips, his tiny form wedged even more firmly in her sweaty cleft.

“You like that, don’t you?” Victoria taunted between panting breaths. “Being right where you belong?”

Max couldn’t answer—couldn’t even think—as Zeke’s pace turned brutal. The bed shook violently beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall in time with their frenzied movements. Victoria’s ass jiggled with every thrust, the sheer force threatening to smother Max entirely.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, Victoria let out a low, satisfied sigh.

BBBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP

The fart erupted like a cannon at Max’s size, a wet, bassy explosion that sent a ripple through Victoria’s cheeks. A wave of heat and stench followed, rolling over him and clinging to his skin.

“Ugh—fuck—” Max gagged, his tiny hands flying up to cover his nose.

Victoria only laughed, grinding back against Zeke with renewed vigor. “Aw, don’t be such a baby.”

Zeke’s grip on her hips turned vice-like, his thrusts growing erratic in spite of the eggy smell filling the room. “Shit—I’m close—”

“Then cum,” Victoria demanded, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Give it to me.”

With a final, guttural groan, Zeke buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he emptied into her. Victoria shuddered violently as she pressed back against him, milking every last drop as she racked up another orgasm of her own.

For several seconds, the room was silent—aside from Max's muffled retching. Then Victoria shifted, rolling onto her back and pulling Zeke with her. His spent cock slipped free with an obscenely wet sound, and she let out a contented sigh.

“Much better,” she purred, stretching like a well-fed lioness.

Zeke collapsed beside her, his chest heaving. “Jesus,” he muttered, dragging a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “You’re wild.”

Victoria smirked, reaching down to pluck Max from between her cheeks. He came away damp with sweat and other fluids, his face beet-red and his hair in disarray.

“Aw, look at you,” she cooed, holding him up to her face. “All tuckered out.”

Max glared up at her, though the effect was ruined by his trembling limbs and the way his tiny cock still stood at attention. “Are you enyjoying this?”

Victoria’s smirk only widened. “Aren't you?"

Max’s flush deepened. She wasn’t wrong.

Before he could retort, Victoria shifted again, rolling Zeke onto his back and straddling him. “Round three?” she asked, her voice dripping with promise.

Zeke groaned, but his hands were already sliding up her thick thighs. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Victoria laughed, leaning forward to kiss him. As she did, she pressed Max between her massive breasts, the soft, heavy weight of them enveloping him completely.

“Hold on tight, sweetie,” she murmured against Zeke’s lips.

Then she began to move.

The rhythm was different this time—slower, more deliberate, as if she was savoring every inch of Zeke inside her. Max was jostled with each roll of her hips, his world reduced to the heat and pressure of her cleavage. The scent of her skin — sweet musk undercut with the tang of sex — was intoxicating.

Victoria’s moans grew louder, her hands coming up to squeeze her breasts together, trapping Max in a prison of warm, yielding flesh. The added pressure made his head spin, the friction of her skin against his bare body almost too much to bear.

“Fuck,” Zeke groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. “I can't feel my legs.”

Victoria’s only response was a breathy laugh, her movements growing more urgent. She rocked against him, her breasts swaying hypnotically with each motion, the slick slap of skin on skin filling the room.

Max could feel the tension coiling in her body, the way her inner muscles fluttered as she neared the edge. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her nipples hardening against his tiny body.

Then, with a shuddering cry, she came, her body clamping down around Zeke like a vice. He followed her over the edge with a strangled groan, his cock twitching inside her as he spilled again.

Victoria collapsed forward, her chest heaving, her skin glistening with sweat. Max gasped as the full weight of her breasts pressed down on him, the heat and moisture more overwhelming than ever.

For another long moment, the only sound was Zeke's increasingly labored breathing—and when Victoria finally lifted herself up just enough to peer down at her new playmate, he looked absolutely wrecked. His hair was a wild mess, his chest was slick with sweat, and his cock was still twitching weakly against his stomach. When their eyes met, he seemed to wince a little.

“Damn,” she chuckled. “You really gave it your all, huh?”

Zeke could only manage a weak shrug. “I... you... yeah."

Victoria grinned, shifting off of him with a contented sigh. “Good.”

She plucked Max from between her breasts, holding him up for inspection. His tiny body was flushed, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, his erection stubbornly persistent.

“Looks like you're having a pretty good time, too,” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

Max scowled. “This isn't funny, Victoria."

Victoria laughed, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head. “Oh, hush."

Then she set him on the nightstand, turning her attention back to Zeke with a predatory gleam in her eye. “So,” she said, her voice light. “Round four?”

Beside her, Zeke grimaced. “I, uh… I think I might need a minute.”