Hazel's New Muse Shrunken First Semester chapter 6 by maximally

As Victoria glanced between Max, Daisy, and Hazel, her grin grew. She was well aware of the effect that she had on most people, although most people were a lot more discreet about their desires than Hazel seemed to be—and while "stinky femcel" wasn't Victoria's usual type by a long shot, there was something undeniably endearing about this particular young woman's brand of shameless, unapologetic horniness. She certainly wasn't above exploring all available opportunities to get to the bottom of Max's whole shrinking predicament, either, even if she assumed — and, if she was being honest with herself, hoped — that he was going to be stuck like this forever.

"Alright," Victoria purred, turning to Daisy's fetid neighbor. "Hazel, was it? Let's see what you've got."

"Seriously?!" Hazel squeaked, more than a little surprised that her half-baked flirting offensive had worked. "I mean—fuck yeah, let's do this!"

"V-Victoria! You're joking, right?" Still struggling not to get sucked into the abyss of his stepmother's cleavage, Max was every bit as surprised—if not more. While he wasn't exactly excited about the idea of being relegated to Victoria's custody in his current state, spending one more second around Hazel sounded even worse. "Can we just get out of here already? Please?"

"Oh, hush," Victoria chided. "It's not like you've got anywhere to be. Besides, if Hazel here can help un-shrink you, isn't that worth a little… experimentation?" She shot Hazel a knowing wink. 

"I'd say." Hazel wiggled her eyebrows back, unable to keep her hand from wandering back into her sweatpants. 

Watching this exchange with full knowledge of the fact that pushing back on his stepmother once she'd made up her mind was a losing game, Max could only sigh.

"Well," said Victoria, turning to Daisy. "I suppose we'll be getting out of your hair, then. Thanks again for finding Max, I really owe you one."

"S-sure," said Daisy, unconsciously running a hand through her greasy, messy hair. "I, uh…" Glancing over at Hazel, she sighed. "Go easy on him, okay, Hazel?"

"Relax, D." Hazel rolled her eyes. "This isn't my first miniguy rodeo, remember?"

"Right," said Daisy, grimacing. "Okay then. Um… it was nice meeting you, Victoria." She glanced down at the Mexican MILF's cleavage and blushed a little. "Good luck, Max."

"Thanks," said Max, realizing — too little too late — that Daisy was probably the most level-headed person here. "Seems like I'm gonna need it."

"Don't mind him," Victoria chuckled, glancing back at Hazel. "Now… lead the way?"

"With pleasure," said Hazel, stepping toward the door, one hand still firmly on her clit, her sweatpants sagging dangerously low with each eager step.

*

Fortunately, the walk to Hazel's room only took a few short minutes, and there wasn't anyone else in the hall to complicate matters on the way. Unfortunately, when they arrived, her space proved even worse than Max had imagined—and that was saying something. The floor was covered in dirty clothes, old takeout containers, half-disassembled sex toys, computer chair mats, and empty lube bottles, the walls were plastered with lurid porn posters and flickering LED light strips, and the air was a thick fog of stale sweat, weed, lube and old cum. One corner of the room was dominated by a massive gaming PC, neon-lit tower humming ominously beside an array of monitors streaked with fingerprints and suspicious sticky stains, complete with a visibly skid-marked gamer chair. The only other pieces of furniture in the room were a bare mattress buried under a landfill of even more clothes, sex toys and empty snack bags, and a mini fridge plastered with yet more porn stickers.

"Cozy." Victoria, somehow totally unfazed, stepped inside like she owned the place. "So, what did you have in mind?"

Hazel froze, her eyes fixed on Victoria's chest, still rubbing herself silly. "Huh?"

Victoria arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "For getting Max back to normal?"

"Oh! Right!" Hazel adjusted her glasses. "Okay, so, um—" She cleared her throat, trying to sound professional as she started improvising a plausible answer. "First things first, we gotta figure out what kind of serum he got dosed with. There's a couple of different formulas people usually ask for, and most of them are also durability enhancers… so, maybe we should test that?" Her eyes wandered down to Victoria's chest again—and the tiny, deeply annoyed freshman in her cleavage. "Gotta know what we're working with if I'm gonna whip up an antidote."

Max scowled. "That sounds extremely made up."

"Everyone's a critic," Hazel scoffed, looking back up at Victoria. "So, uh, since he's already in there… maybe we start with a little squeeze test?" She mimed pressing her own breasts together, grinning.

Victoria's lips curled. In her own personal experience with shrinking serums, they all made at least a moderate improvement to the user's durability under such extreme circumstances. Otherwise, she never would have considered an idea like this in a million years. "Well," she said, "when in Rome..."

Before Max could offer a single word to push back on this idea, Victoria put both hands on her prodigious chest and squeezed—burying him in a suffocating embrace of warm, pillowy flesh. The sheer weight of her breasts pressed down on him from all sides, their softness yielding just enough to mold around him without crushing him outright—yet.

"Victoria!" he gasped, his voice muffled.

"Relax, sweetie," she cooed, giving her chest a little shake that sent him tumbling deeper. "You're doing great."

Hazel, meanwhile, had her phone out, recording with one hand while the other disappeared back into her sweatpants. "Ohhh yeah," she breathed, her buckteeth glinting. "That's perfect. Look at him squirm…"

"Is this working for you, dear?" Glancing up at Hazel, Victoria winked again. Something told her that this girl's idea of "testing" didn't have much to do with finding an antidote for Max—but she was having too much fun to care.

"Y-yeah," Hazel panted. "Alright, uh… I think we've got enough, uh… data on your boobs."

Victoria crossed her arms—intentionally accentuating her cleavage even more. "My boobs?"

Hazel's face went scarlet. "I—I mean, on Max! Data on Max! Obviously!" She coughed.

"Alright," said Victoria, her dark eyes gleaming. "Next test?"

"Hmm…" Hazel bit her lip. "Uh, yeah! So, like… durability against pressure is another big factor. Maybe, uh… You could step on him?"

Max's blood ran cold. "What?! No—!"

Victoria didn't hesitate. With a hum of amusement, she plucked her stepson from her cleavage and set him down on the floor—right in front of her bare foot.

Sizing up Victoria's huge toes, Max swallowed hard. Her foot was downright massive, and he really wasn't keen to find out what it would feel like to have it brought down on top of him. "Victoria, please," he begged, scrambling backward.

"Oh, don't be such a baby," Victoria chuckled. "This is for your own good."

She lifted her foot, hovering it over him like a guillotine, then brought it down, her toes curling around his tiny body with practiced ease. The pressure was immediate and overwhelming, her warm, soft sole pressing him into the grimy floor. Max gasped as her toes wriggled against his face, the pads of her feet grinding into his chest, her arches pressing down on his legs. The scent of her skin flooded his nose, her weight just shy of crushing.

Hazel was recording again, her free hand already back in her sweatpants. "Fuuuck," she moaned. "That's—hnn—that's perfect."

Max was pushing back—or at least trying to. His tiny hands pressed uselessly against Victoria's sole, his legs kicking at her unyielding arches. It was hopeless, of course. Every movement only made her toes flex tighter around him, her foot shifting to grind him deeper into the floor.

"You okay down there, sweetie?" Victoria wiggled her toes, smushing his face between them. "Mama's big old foot isn't too smelly for you, is it?"

Beneath her, Max was just barely clinging to consciousness. And yet, despite himself, he could feel his body betraying him, a traitorous warmth pooling in his gut.

"Ohhhh shit," Hazel breathed. "Is he... getting hard from this?"

Victoria paused, lifting her foot to peer down at him. "Is he?"

Max's face burned. "N-no!"

"Mmm." Victoria purred, wiggling her toes just above Max's head. "I think someone's lying… should I keep going?"

"Actually…" Again, Hazel bit her lip, clearly fighting back another wave of pleasure. "I was thinking we could try another test."

Max's stomach dropped. "No. No more tests."

Victoria ignored him, her grin widening. "Like what?"

"How about… sitting on him?" Hazel adjusted her glasses, her voice trembling with excitement. "Preferably naked."

"Oh?" Victoria arched an eyebrow again. "And what exactly would that test?"

"Uh—durability! Yeah, durability against, like, full-body compression," Hazel babbled, her free hand gesturing wildly. "Also, y'know, to see how he handles, uh… environmental factors."

Max scowled. "You just want to watch her smother me!"

"Well, yeah." Hazel shrugged. "But also, science."

Victoria chuckled, her fingers already working the button of her jeans. "Well, far be it from me to stand in the way of science."

Max could only watch in horror as his stepmother shimmied out of her jeans, revealing the full, breathtaking expanse of her lower half. Her panties did little to contain the sheer mass of her ass, the soft, pillowy flesh spilling over the sides in a way that made his mouth go dry.

Hazel made a strangled noise, her hand moving faster under her sweatpants. "God damn," she wheezed, her eyes glued to Victoria's ass. "You shit with that thing?"

"Well, it's certainly not just for show." Victoria shot Hazel another wink before turning her attention back to Max. "Alright, sweetie," she cooed, scooping him up between two fingers. "Time for your next test."

Before he could protest, she carried him over to Hazel's mattress and set him down in the center. The moment his bare skin touched the grimy surface, he recoiled, but there was no escape.

Victoria positioned herself above him, her thighs framing his tiny body as she started sitting down. Max's breath hitched as her ass engulfed him, blotting out the light. Then, all at once, the world vanished into warm, perfumed darkness. Victoria's ass swallowed him whole, her soft, yielding flesh molding around his body like a living prison as her cheeks enveloped him in a humid, suffocating embrace. The pressure was relentless, her ass jiggling slightly with each tiny adjustment, the friction of her skin against his sending sparks of unwanted arousal through his body.

Victoria let out a satisfied sigh, wiggling her hips. "Comfy, sweetie?"

Max's response was muffled, his face buried so deep in her crease that his words were lost in the warm, musky depths.

Hazel, meanwhile, was in heaven. Her free hand clutched at her sweatpants, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she watched Victoria's ass swallow Max whole. "F-fuck," she panted. "That's so hot."

Victoria smirked. "Glad you approve."

Then—

GRRRRRRRRRGGGGGLE

A deep, ominous gurgle echoed from Victoria's stomach, the sound vibrating through her body and into Max's trapped form. His eyes widened in dawning horror.

"Oh." Hazel's breath hitched. "Oh my god. "

"Oh dear," Victoria chuckled.

Hazel's voice was a desperate whine. "Please tell me you're about to fart on him."

Victoria's smirk turned wicked. "Well, since you asked so nicely…"

She lifted one cheek — just enough to give Max a fleeting gasp of air — before settling back down with a deliberate squish. Then, she let loose.

BBBBBBRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT

The fart was thunderous, rippling out straight into Max's tiny face and flooding his lungs with the unmistakable stench of Victoria's digestion—rich, musky, and overpowering. The force of it made her cheeks quiver, her weight pressing down even harder as she reveled in his helplessness. For all the time he'd spent dealing with his stepmom's farts back in high school, nothing could have prepared him for this.

Hazel screamed, her back arching as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. "FUCK! "Her legs trembled, her hand still buried in her sweatpants as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her eyes locked onto the sight of Victoria's ass dominating Max.

Max, meanwhile, was drowning—in his stepmom's scent, in her heat, in the sheer humiliation of being used as her personal fart cushion. His face burned, his body trembling with a mix of disgust and unwilling arousal.

When Hazel finally came down from her high, she slumped back against her chair, panting. "Holy shit," she breathed, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. "That was… wow."

Victoria chuckled, shifting slightly—though she made no move to free Max just yet. "Get all the data you need, dear?"

Hazel nodded weakly, her glasses askew. "Y-yeah. I think I've got enough to start brainstorming." She paused, licking her lips. "So, uh… what would be more helpful to you? A serum to grow Max back—" She shot Victoria a sly look. "Or… maybe one to make you even bigger?"

Victoria's smirk became a grin. "Tempting."

Hazel grinned. "Or… a serum to make Max more comfortable being three inches tall?"

Max's muffled protests went ignored.

Victoria hummed, rolling her hips just to feel her stepson squirm. "Mmm. Decisions, decisions…"'