A Run-In With Riya Shrunken First Semester chapter 5 by NearAndFarOut and maximally

"Fuck Crystal and her mind-games. I should head to the woods and just vibe."
 
Ventus's campus was next to a large forest preserve, though Max had never made time to check it out. He wouldn't have thought Mary-Grace was an outdoorsy type either: getting pinned within her panties was revealing many depths hidden behind her airbrushed public image.
 
The extra bits pressed alongside him were not at the top of Max's thoughts. With everything so tightly compressed, he kept losing track of where one part ended and another began. Being indistinguishable was the entire point of the tuck, though Mary could never have planned for anyone getting this close of a look.
 
No, the biggest gap between Mary-Grace as an influencer and Mary-Grace as his accidental captor was much more mundane: the smell. Video clips had no odor, but real girls did, especially after a long night of partying and gay sex. Her sweat and arousal had soaked deep into the fabric that Max was sandwiched between. He was lost inside a sour, foul cocoon.
 
"No Fortuna vipers in sight, thank the Lord."
 
Mary's stroll across campus rolled Max back and forth without budging his pinched position one bit. Max tried to writhe, to reposition himself, but to no avail. After all, Mary-Grace had made sure that her tuck could pin down something bigger than Max. His entire body no longer measured up to a girl's dick, in size or strength.
 
The more that Max thought about it, the more he realized how much worse this situation could soon become. Mary-Grace was in no hurry right now, hardly exerting herself. If she did end up hiking through the woods, she was bound to work up a sweat: her skintight vinyl shorts would retain every drop. Drowning might be a mercy.
 
Max prayed for something, anything, to keep her here on campus.
 
"Oh!" Mary came to an abrupt stop. "Good morning, Professor Chandra. Um, lovely weather, yes?"
 
"Good morning, Mary-Grace!" The towering teacher gave her a leonine smile, sunny and self-assured. "And you know you can call me Riya outside the classroom."
 
(Even though Max and Mary-Grace attended the same Intro to Psychology course with Riya Chandra, he couldn't imagine ever being greeted with the same recognition and affection.)
 
Their amazonian professor approached a little too close, spurring Mary to back away a half-step.
 
"It is lovely weather, I agree, but sometimes that's not enough." Riya sighed. "You look troubled, my dear. Am I wrong?"
 
Mary squirmed, not wanting to lie, nor to admit weakness. She folded. "Yes, guilty. I had a really weird night, a long night. I just need a nap or something!"
 
"You need a hug." Riya looked her student in the eye. "May I hug you?"
 
"Um!"
 
Sober Mary-Grace would have speed-walked away before this conversation even got started, but sober Mary-Grace was not holding the reins right now.
 
"Yes?"
 
"Are you sure?"
 
"Yes. A hug is okay." Mary nodded.
 
The Fortuna freshman was no stranger to uncomfortable hugs with female friends and family. She easily cleared six feet tall; hunching down to meet their petite frames made her feel like a freak.
 
Hugging Riya was nothing like that. Her professor topped her on every metric: height, weight, width, depth, and sheer presence. She felt wrapped up in the incarnation of a goddess, full stop.
 
Riya's embrace was still unsettling in its own way. Max noticed right away, because it nudged him aside ever so slightly. How? His silent partner in Mary's panties had stirred from its slumber, pulsing with approval for sumptuous MILF hugs.
 
(Was this the key to Max's freedom? If Mary-Grace kept getting turned on, her junk might just push him around enough for him to wriggle his way out! Although, on second thought, maybe that path shouldn't be Plan A.)
 
Could it get more uncomfortable? Don't underestimate Riya Chandra. She squeezed the wispy redhead's abdomen with firm intention, to coax out what she knew was brewing. And she was rewarded by a sputtering, half-clamped, reluctant fart. Most of the grainy, eggy odor stayed trapped within the short-shorts. Still, enough gas wafted loose to satisfy Riya's goal.
 
"Oh my God I'm so sorry, Professor, I didn't—" Mary-Grace flailed, trying to scurry away. Riya released her from the hug, yet still held Mary close with a hand on her shoulder.
 
"Nothing to apologize for, Mary dear." She shook her head with an indulgent smile. "Women are taught to fear their bodies, to reject perfectly natural processes. I believe those aversions are unconscious barriers to greatness; I believe they can and should be broken down." A gentle laugh. "Do you know why I'm telling you all this?"
 
"No?"
 
"I can see you're in an very receptive frame of mind for letting go of unhealthy aversions. If you come with me for a counseling session, we could make tremendous progress."
 
"Why do you think that?"
 
"For many reasons, but first of all: your pupils are all blown out. Now, I'm not going to narc!" Riya squeezed her student's shoulder in reassurance. "However, if you're already high and already looking at the world through a new lens, why not look inwards? You might find a whole new side of you."
 
Mary-Grace chewed her lip in indecision, as Max choked miserably on the remnants of the fart she couldn't stifle.