Rimmed by Queen Bea Shrunken First Semester chapter 10 by maximally

Victoria stretched lazily on the bed, her body still thrumming with pleasure from their last round. The sheets clung to her sweat-slicked skin, the fabric cool against her overheated flesh. She turned her head to smirk at Bea, who was catching her breath beside her, her silver hair slightly mussed from their earlier activities. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast shadows along the curves of their bodies, accentuating the swell of Bea’s breasts and the powerful taper of her waist. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, mingling with the lingering traces of Bea’s perfume and the earthy tang of Victoria’s arousal.

“Think you’ve got one more round in you?” Victoria purred, tracing a finger down Bea’s side. 

“Is that a joke?” Bea raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a knowing grin. The way her voice dropped sent a fresh pulse of heat straight to Victoria’s core. “Roll over.”

Victoria obeyed, rolling onto her stomach with a deliberate slowness that made Bea’s breath hitch. She propped herself up on her elbows, arching her back to give her hips a deliberate wiggle. Her massive ass jiggled enticingly, the soft flesh still glistening from their earlier exertions, the cleft between her cheeks damp with a mix of sweat and Bea’s saliva. The sight of it—plump, round, and utterly inviting—made Bea’s mouth water.

“You read my mind,” Victoria murmured, pressing her face into the pillows.

Bea chuckled, low and throaty, before sliding down the bed. Her hands settled on Victoria’s hips, her thumbs digging into the dimples at the small of her back. “Yes,” she murmured, giving one cheek a firm squeeze, relishing the way the flesh yielded under her grip. “I did.”

Victoria sighed as Bea’s hands kneaded her flesh, her touch firm and practiced. The sensation sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between her thighs. She glanced over at Max, still perched on the nightstand, his face flushed and his tiny cock visibly stiff. The sight only made her smirk wider.

Bea didn’t waste time. With one last teasing pat, she spread Victoria’s cheeks apart, exposing her puckered hole to the warm lamplight. The musky scent of Victoria’s ass—ripe, heady, and unmistakably hers—filled Bea’s nostrils, making her mouth water. She leaned in, spearing the Mexican MILF’s starfish with her tongue.

Victoria gasped, her back arching. “Fuck, Bea—”

Bea hummed against her skin, the vibration sending shivers up Victoria’s spine. She lapped at her hungrily, her tongue delving deeper with each pass, power-washing her asshole with expert precision. The taste was intoxicating—salty, musky, and undeniably Victoria. Bea moaned against her, the sound muffled by flesh, as she worked her tongue in tight, wet circles.

Victoria’s fingers tangled in the sheets, her knuckles whitening as she rocked back against Bea’s face. “God, just like that—”

Max couldn’t tear his eyes away. The sight of the university president—Queen Bea herself—buried between his stepmom’s cheeks was almost too much to process. Bea’s silver hair was mussed, her glasses askew, her lips glistening with spit and sweat as she feasted on Victoria’s ass like a woman starved. It didn’t help that both of them were now fingering themselves—Victoria’s fingers plunging into her soaked pussy, Bea’s hand working furiously between her own thighs. His tiny hand wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with the wet, lewd sounds filling the room.

Bea’s free hand gripped Victoria’s hips, holding her in place as she devoured her. She alternated between broad, sloppy licks and focused flicks of her tongue against Victoria’s asshole, each movement drawing another breathy moan from the mature amazon.

Victoria’s fingers found their way between her legs, her middle and ring fingers sinking into her soaked pussy with ease. She fucked herself in time with Bea’s ministrations, her breath more labored than ever. “Fuck—yes—right there—”

Bea responded by pressing her face even deeper, her tongue pushing up into Victoria’s ass, making her cry out. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, wet, and filthy in the best way. Victoria’s thighs trembled, her fingers working furiously at her clit as she felt her orgasm building.

Then, with a shuddering gasp, she came hard. Her back arched, her ass clenched, and—

BBBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP

A huge, wet fart erupted directly into Bea’s face before washing over the rest of the room. For Max, it was even worse than Bea’s last blast—eggy, musky, and thick with the remnants of his stepmom’s earlier taco binge. The stench was immediate and oppressive, clinging to the air like a physical presence. He gagged, his tiny body recoiling, but his hand never stopped stroking.

Bea, however, didn’t pull away. If anything, she moaned louder, her tongue still working Victoria through her climax. The vibrations of her voice only made Victoria clench harder, her orgasm rolling through her in waves.

Then Bea came too, her hips grinding against the mattress as she rode out her pleasure, her face still buried in Victoria’s ass.

Max wasn’t far behind. The sight of the two giant women lost in their ecstasy, the smell of Victoria’s gas still hanging heavy in the air—it was too much. With a choked gasp, he came, his tiny cock pulsing in his hand as he spilled over his fingers.

“God,” Victoria sighed, rolling onto her side and pulling Bea into a lazy kiss. Their lips met, sticky with sweat and spit, Bea’s tongue still carrying the faintest trace of Victoria’s musk. “I missed this.”

“Me too,” Bea murmured. “I think we’ll have to make this a recurring commitment.”

Victoria grinned. “I think you’re right.”

Her gaze flicked to Max, still panting on the nightstand. Her smirk turned downright wicked as she noticed the mess he’d made of himself. “Wow, sweetie,” she cooed, plucking him up with sticky fingers. “I guess you enjoyed yourself after all, huh?”

Bea chuckled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Aw, let the poor kid have his fun. It’s not his fault we put on such a good show for him.”

Max didn’t answer—couldn’t answer. His face burned with humiliation, but the visible arousal between his legs hadn’t entirely faded.

Victoria reached over, tucking him into her sweaty cleavage with a laugh. “I’m not mad. Just… surprised.”

Bea rolled onto her side, draping an arm over Victoria’s waist. “You’re terrible.”

“And you love it.” Victoria kissed her, slow and deep, before settling back against the pillows with a contented sigh.

Trapped between Victoria’s massive breasts, Max could do little more than stew in his own humiliation—and the lingering haze of post-orgasm bliss. The rhythmic thud of Victoria’s heartbeat echoed around him, a constant reminder of just how small he was compared to her.

As the two women drifted off to sleep, Max’s mind wandered. A month ago, he’d been a nobody—a socially awkward freshman with no friends, no prospects, and no idea how to talk to girls. Now, he was three inches tall, wedged between his stepmom’s tits, and utterly at the mercy of a campus full of giant women who could squash him without a second thought.

And the worst part?

He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted it to stop.

With that unsettling thought lingering in his mind, Max closed his eyes, letting the warmth of Victoria’s body lull him into an uneasy slumber.