Queen Bea Taps In Shrunken First Semester chapter 9 by maximally

Victoria smirked as she watched Zeke sprawled across her bed, his chest rising and falling in slow, exhausted breaths. The cocky freshman had talked a big game, but three rounds in, he was completely spent—eyes glazed, lips parted, his sweatpants still tangled around his ankles like a defeated flag. She prodded his thigh with her big toe, relishing the way his muscles twitched weakly under her touch.

"Already tapped out?" she murmured, shaking her head. "Typical."

From his perch on the nightstand, Max groaned, rubbing his temples as if trying to erase his memory of the last hour. "This is insane."

"Right?" Victoria shot him an amused look as she reached for her phone, her full breasts swaying with the motion. "I was counting on at least two more rounds before he started begging for mercy."

Max scowled. "Who are you texting?"

"Bea." Victoria's lips curled into a satisfied smile as her thumbs flew across the screen. "And it looks like her evening just opened up."

"Wait…" Max went white. "You don't mean—"

"Oh," Victoria chuckled, "I absolutely do." 

Without another word, Victoria stood, sauntered to her suitcase, and pulled out an impossibly skimpy gray Ventus tank top and matching green booty shorts—outfits that would barely qualify as underwear on anyone else. The fabric clung to her curves as she dressed, the tank top straining against her heavy breasts, the shorts digging into the plush flesh of her thighs. Slipping into flip-flops, she wiggled her perfectly pedicured toes before turning her attention back to Max.

"Alright, Romeo," she said, scooping him up with one hand. "Field trip."

Max squirmed as she tucked him back into her cleavage, the warm, sweat-slicked valley of her breasts swallowing him whole. "Seriously? Can't you just… I don't know, leave me here or something?"

"With him?" Victoria jerked a thumb at Zeke's snoring form. Max groaned again as the motion sent him sliding deeper, his protests muffled by the soft flesh surrounding him. "Not a chance."

With Zeke out cold, Victoria stepped into the hallway, locking the door behind her. The USD common room was mercifully empty, though the distant sounds of laughter and clinking bottles from House Diana's party echoed through the building like a taunt. Then, strolling through the lobby, she pushed open the front door—and immediately drew the attention of every student on the quad.

Buried in Victoria's cleavage, Max squeezed his eyes shut, his face burning. The rhythmic jiggle of her steps, the heady smell of her sweat, the constant crushing pressure—it was all too much. Of course, even while doing his best to avoid whatever was going on outside, he could tell his stepmother was having a blast.

Whispers followed her as she crossed the campus, her shorts riding up with every step to reveal more of her toned thighs. A group of Diana jocks froze mid-play to gawk, their football forgotten as their eyes traced the outline of her ass through the tight fabric. Nearby, a cluster of Minervans — mid-argument about some obscure anime — fell silent as she passed, their glasses fogging up in unison. Even the Juno goths, usually too aloof to acknowledge anyone outside their coven, couldn't help but track her movement with hungry eyes.

By the time she reached the administrative building, her usual level of effortless confidence had only grown. She pushed through the front doors, her flip-flops echoing in the marble-lined lobby, and flashed a smile at Flo—who was already beet-red behind the desk.

"V-Victoria!" Flo stammered, adjusting her glasses. "I—uh—Bea said you might be coming back. She's, um, upstairs."

You're a lifesaver, dear." Victoria leaned against the desk, her cleavage pressing against the edge. "Lead the way?"

Flo went even redder, scrambling out of her chair so fast she nearly tripped over her own feet. "R-right! S-sure!"

The journey up to Bea's office was just as torturous for Max as the walk across campus. Every step sent vibrations through Victoria's body, her breasts jostling him relentlessly. Worse, Flo kept stealing glances back at them, her pupils dilating every time Victoria's outfit shifted to reveal another inch of skin.

When they finally reached Bea's office, Flo practically threw the door open before retreating." I'll just—uh—be downstairs if you need anything!"

Bea looked up from her paperwork, her silver hair gleaming under the soft light of her desk lamp. As her eyes raked over Victoria's outfit, a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips.

"Well, well," she purred, setting her pen down. "Our colors look good on you."

Victoria shrugged, striding forward with a sway in her hips. "Figured I'd get into the school spirit a bit. How's the paperwork coming?"

Bea sighed, leaning back in her chair until the leather squeaked in protest. "Dreadful. I've been stuck here all evening." Her gaze flicked to Victoria's cleavage, where Max's tiny head was just barely visible. "How's the new room? Meet your neighbors yet?"

"I did," Victoria said, plopping down onto the couch across from Bea's desk with enough force to make Max yelp. She crossed her legs, letting one flip-flop dangle precariously from her toes. "Turns out college boys don't have the stamina they used to."

Bea chuckled, standing up and rounding her desk. Her pinstripe suit did little to hide the powerful curves beneath, the fabric straining over her hips and ass with every movement. "Poor thing. All dressed up with nowhere to go?"

Victoria pretended to pout. "Something like that."

The air between them crackled with tension, thick enough to cut with a knife. Bea's voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Maybe I can fix that?"

Victoria's grin turned predatory. "Maybe you should."

Bea didn't answer with words. Instead, she reached out, her manicured fingers brushing Victoria's chin as she leaned down—stopping just short of her lips. "Why don't we take this somewhere more... private?"

Victoria didn't need to be told twice. Rising from the couch, she eagerly followed Bea through a discreet door at the back of the office—one Max hadn't noticed earlier. Beyond it lay Bea's private quarters, a lavish suite with a king-sized bed and several floor-to-ceiling windows—all of which were currently obscured behind thick velvet curtains. The room was immaculate, save for a half-empty wineglass on the nightstand and a black silk robe draped carelessly over the back of a chair, as if Bea had shed it in a hurry earlier.

Bea turned, her fingers already working at the buttons of her blouse. "Make yourself at home," she purred, her voice thick with promise.

Victoria answered by hooking her thumbs under the hem of her tank top and tugging it over her head in one smooth motion, letting the fabric flutter to the floor. Her breasts bounced free, heavy and full, their weight accentuated by the way she arched her back slightly. Max yelped as the sudden movement dislodged him from his perch in her cleavage, sending him tumbling onto the plush carpet. Before he could scramble away, Victoria plucked him up between her thumb and forefinger, holding him aloft like a prized trinket.

"Hope you don't mind him being here," she said, wiggling him slightly as Bea sized him up. "I just didn't want to leave him alone in the room."

"Of course not." Bea smirked as she stepped closer, her blouse now hanging open to reveal a lacy black bra that strained against her own impressive chest. The scent of her perfume—something rich and floral, with undertones of vanilla and spice—mixed with the musk of Victoria's skin, overwhelming Max's senses. "My, my… that serum really did a number on him, didn't it?"

"Sure did," Victoria chuckled, setting Max down on the nightstand with a two-finger pat on the head that nearly knocked him over. "Be a good boy and watch, sweetie. Mama's got a lot of catching up to do."

With that, she turned back to Bea, their bodies colliding in a hungry kiss. Max could only stare as the two giantesses melted into each other, their hands roaming with the familiarity of old lovers. Bea's suit jacket hit the floor, followed by her blouse, which pooled around her ankles. Victoria's shorts joined the growing pile, her thong barely covering the swell of her ass before Bea's fingers hooked into the waistband, peeling it down with a slow, deliberate tug.

Max swallowed hard. Even after watching Victoria go three rounds with Zeke, this was a whole new level of obscenity. Bea's hands gripped Victoria's hips, her nails leaving faint red crescents in their wake as she guided her onto the bed. The mattress nearly buckled under their combined weight, the sheets rustling as Victoria sprawled back, her dark hair fanning out against the pillows.

"Fuck, I missed this," Victoria gasped, arching as Bea's mouth found her neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin just above her collarbone.

Bea's response was muffled against her skin, but the way her hands moved — squeezing Victoria's breasts, pinching her nipples, tracing the curve of her waist — spoke volumes. She rolled them over, then dropped to her knees between Victoria's spread thighs, her strong hands parting them further as she leaned in. Her tongue dragged a slow, wet stripe up Max's stepmother's dripping folds, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet room.

Victoria's head fell back with a gasp, her fingers tangling in Bea's hair as the university president buried her face between her legs, lapping at her with the same precision she used to dismantle arguments in the boardroom. Bea's fingers worked in tandem with her tongue, two thick digits plunging into Victoria's pussy while her thumb circled her clit, drawing out shuddering moans.

Max's face burned as he watched from the nightstand. The sight of his stepmom being eaten out by the most powerful woman on campus was surreal, humiliating, and impossibly arousing. Victoria's hips rolled against Bea's face, her breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. Her thighs trembled, clamping around Bea's head as the older woman sucked her clit between her lips, her fingers curling just right—

Victoria came with a cry, her body trembling through the waves of her orgasm. Bea didn't let up, drinking her in greedily, her free hand slipping between her own legs to finger herself in time with Victoria's aftershocks. The wet, filthy sounds of their mutual pleasure filled the room, mingling with Victoria's breathless praise.

"God, I needed that," Victoria panted, her chest heaving as she looked down at Bea with half-lidded eyes.

Bea pulled back just enough to smirk up at her, her chin glistening. "Still got it."

Then, without breaking eye contact, she lifted her soaked fingers to her lips and sucked them clean, her other hand still working between her own thighs. Victoria's gaze darkened with renewed hunger, and she reached down, hauling Bea up by the shoulders and crashing their mouths together again. The kiss was messy, desperate, Victoria tasting herself on Bea's tongue as their bodies pressed flush.

Max couldn't look away. His cock ached, trapped between his legs, his face hot with shame and arousal. A month at college, and he was still a virgin—meanwhile, Victoria had been on campus for one day and had already fucked his roommate and the university president. The irony wasn't lost on him.

The women broke apart long enough for Bea to shove Victoria onto her back, climbing over her and aligning their bodies with practiced ease. Victoria hooked a leg over Bea's hip, their wet cunts grinding together in a slow, filthy rhythm. Bea's breath hitched as she rocked against Victoria, her thick thighs flexing with each movement.

"Fuck," Victoria sighed, her hands gripping Bea's ass, pulling her closer. "You're so wet—"

"For you," Bea purred. "Always for you."

Their pace quickened, the bed creaking louder than ever, their moans growing more intense, more urgent. Max's tiny hands clenched at his sides, his entire body alight with frustrated desire. The raw spectacle before him—two powerful, voluptuous women lost in each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their pleasure palpable—was overwhelming.

Bea's hips stuttered first, her rhythm faltering as her orgasm crashed over her. She threw her head back, her thighs trembling, her sex pulsing. Victoria followed seconds later, her back arching off the bed as she came again with a choked gasp, her nails digging into Bea's hips hard enough to leave marks.

Finally, Bea collapsed onto her side, pulling Victoria with her, their limbs tangled together as they settled into the afterglow. The room was quiet save for their heavy breathing and the distant hum of campus life outside the windows—at least until Bea's digestive system chimed in.

BBBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP

A deep, bassy fart erupted from Bea's powerful rump, the force of it vibrating the mattress beneath them. The smell hit Max like a freight train—more than enough to make him start gagging.

Victoria burst out laughing, her chest shaking against Bea's. "Jesus, Bea."

Bea chuckled, unrepentant, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Victoria's hip. "Girl, you know the drill with me by now."

"True." Victoria snorted, shaking her head. "Anyway..."