Reconditioned for Mama V Shrunken First Semester chapter 7 by maximally

The air in Hazel's room, already thick with the funk of stale sweat, weed, and the metallic tang of lube, grew heavier with the weight of her proposition. Victoria's perfectly sculpted eyebrows arched even higher, a smirk playing on her full lips.

"A serum to make Max more… comfortable?" The Mexican MILF purred. "And what, exactly, would that entail?"

Beneath her, Max could feel his stepmom's immense weight shifting as she considered what his classmate had just said. Of all the options Hazel had given her, she'd seemingly chosen the worst one. "No, absolutely not! Hazel, don't you dare…" 

Unfortunately, his shrunken protests fell on deaf ears—muffled, as they were, by the immense, perfumed darkness of Victoria's ass. His world was a prison of warm, unyielding flesh, and there didn't seem to be anything he could do about that. At least for now.

"Okay, so, hear me out." Hazel's voice, nasally and eager, cut through the humid silence. "I've done a lot of research into this for, uh… reasons … And it seems like the biggest issue with long-term tiny ownership is psychological resistance."

Victoria cocked her head to one side. "Resistance?"

"I mean, you know. The little dudes are always trying to escape, or they get all depressed. 'Let me go, I'm a human being, you can't do this to me.'" Hazel rolled her eyes. "You get the idea. Total buzzkill." She paused, and another of her trademark lewd grins began to spread across her face. "But what if you could give him a little… nudge in the right direction?"

Victoria returned Hazel's grin. "I'm listening."

"So, here's what I'm thinking." Hazel adjusted her glasses, already visibly worked up by whatever she was about to propose. "We develop a serum that makes him associate your various odors — specifically the, uh, well, your farts — with pure, unadulterated bliss." She shrugged. "Sweat would probably work, too, but if you wanna start keeping him in your ass full time…" Hazel wiggled her eyebrows. "That's what I'd do if I were you, at least."

Victoria let out a soft, amused hum—clearly, not opposed to the idea. "Bliss, you say?"

"Chemical bliss!" Hazel's voice rose with perverted scientific fervor. "I'm talking about a targeted pheromonal agent, keyed to your specific biological signature. Cook it up so it binds to his neural receptors. That way, he doesn't just tolerate your farts, he'll crave them!"

"You're serious, aren't you?" Victoria sounded intrigued.

"Very!" Hazel nodded eagerly. "I mean, with the right compound, he'll get a better high from a faceful of your gas than any drug on earth. Think about it! Total security for you—he'll never want to leave the source of his favorite fix. And he gets to spend the rest of his life high as a kite 24/7, right where he belongs."

Beneath her, Max was speechless. The sheer, perverted horror of everything Hazel was describing put all the surreal events he'd gone through today to shame, and that was really saying something. "You're insane!" He pushed feebly against the soft, smothering confines of Victoria's cheeks, his mind reeling. "Victoria, she's nuts! Don't listen to her!"

Victoria's only response was to shift her hips again, grinding her stepson even deeper into Hazel's grimy mattress. "That does sound awfully convenient," she mused, her tone one of casual interest—as if she and Hazel were discussing a new brand of laundry detergent. "No more whining, no more false starts at being his own person. It would definitely make both of our lives a whole lot easier."

"Convenient?!" Max shrieked, his voice cracking with panic. "What are you saying?"

"Oh, hush, sweetie," Victoria chided. "I mean, let's be real for a second here. You've always been a little high-strung. This could be just the thing you need to… mellow out a little." She emphasized the last few words with another gentle bounce of her hips, pushing Max even harder into the mattress. 

"So… is that a yes?" Hazel was breathless with anticipation.

"I'm interested," said Victoria, nodding. "So… what do you need from me?"

"Well… technically I have everything I need to start working, but..." For a moment, Hazel hesitated. Then, another grin crept onto her face. "Actually, now that you mention it, there is one thing you could do for me?"

"And that is?" Victoria leaned forward gamely.

"Well…" Hazel cleared her throat, trying and failing to sound professional. "Just so I know what I'm working with, it probably wouldn't hurt if you gave me a sample of your gas. And the best way to get a comprehensive analysis would probably be to have you sit on my face."

The silence that followed was broken only by the faint hum of Hazel's gaming PC. Max, still buried under his stepmother's ass, could hardly believe what he was hearing. This all just kept getting more and more insane. 

Victoria's laughter was a rich, throaty sound that made her entire body jiggle around her stepson. "You are something else, dear. You really don't beat around the bush, do you?"

"Oh, I beat the bush alright," Hazel replied without a hint of shame. "How else am I supposed to stay focused on science stuff?"

Pushing Victoria's left cheek away from his face, Max found his voice again. "Are you actually considering this, Victoria?!"

"Well," Victoria purred. "When a brilliant young scientist offers her expertise, it seems rude to refuse. Am I right, Hazel?"

"Oh yeah," Hazel breathed, her voice already sounding a bit strained.

Max felt his world tilt. Victoria was moving, lifting her immense weight off of him. Cool, foul air rushed over his body, and he gasped, lying spent and smeared with his stepmother's seat on Hazel's stained mattress. He blinked up at the dim, LED-lit ceiling and groaned, still trying to come to terms with the absurd nightmare this day was turning into.

His view was quickly eclipsed as Victoria stood up, her form towering and regal. She glanced down at him, a mischievous gleam in her eye, before turning her attention to Hazel, who was already lying flat on her back on the floor, surrounded by the dirty clothes she'd shoved out of the way to clear space. 

"Comfortable, dear?" Victoria asked, hands on wide hips.

"Never been better," Hazel chirped, removing her glasses. "So, uh, if you wanna just…"

Shaking her head with amusement, Victoria turned her back to Hazel and started slowly, deliberately lowering herself. For Max and Hazel alike it was a mesmerizing spectacle. The buck-toothed gooner's eyes widened with rapturous awe as the vast expanse of Victoria's ass descended toward her face.

The connection was made with a soft, heavy sigh of flesh. Hazel's head disappeared entirely, engulfed between Victoria's colossal cheeks. A muffled, ecstatic moan filtered out from beneath the Mexican MILF.

"Mmm, there we go," Victoria murmured, settling her full weight onto Hazel's face with a practiced ease that suggested considerable experience. She braced her hands on her own knees, rolling her hips in a slow, circular motion. "Is this everything you hoped it'd be, dear?"

Hazel's only response was an indecipherable gurgle of pure bliss, followed by the frantic, wet sound of her tongue getting to work. 

Max could only watch, his tiny body frozen in a state of shock and horrified fascination. The sight of this brilliant, slobby, unhinged young woman willingly suffocating herself under his stepmother's ass — and the look of powerful contentment on Victoria's face — was almost too much for him to comprehend. 

"Such an eager little thing." Victoria's eyes fluttered closed. "You're really not half bad down there."

Again, Hazel's only reply was another muffled moan and a series of wet slobbering sounds. 

"Now," Victoria said, her voice taking on a note of command mixed with anticipation. "About that… sample." She took a deep, deliberate breath, her stomach tightening slightly. Then, all at once, she let loose. 

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Even by Victoria's standards, this fart was huge. It rippled through the room with the force of a natural disaster, and the smell that followed was a complex, overpowering bouquet of her usual favorites—onions, beans, cheese, eggs and spices, fermented and weaponized by her powerful digestive system. For Max, it was like heat and power and dominance in gaseous form—and based on the noises coming from beneath the Mexican MILF, it was even more intense for Hazel. 

The buck-toothed gooner let out a final strangled, euphoric moan, utterly muffled by several hundred pounds of ass. Her body went rigid, legs kicking out wildly, her hands clawing at Victoria's ample hips. A series of frantic, wet, sucking sounds followed as she inhaled deeply, inhaling as much of the mature amazon's gas as she could.

Victoria let out a satisfied sigh, a slight shudder running through her powerful frame. She rose up slightly, just enough to give Hazel a gasp of fresh air, then sat back down with a soft, wet squelch. "I trust that was an adequate sample? Or would you like another?"

Hazel nodded eagerly, making Victoria's whole lower half jiggle. By now, both of the buck-toothed gooner's hands had gone back down to her own loins, and she appeared to be well on the way to another orgasm.

"Good," Victoria purred, grinding herself back and forth against Hazel's face—clearly enjoying herself quite a bit, although not nearly as much as her partner. "Now, hold on."

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The fart that followed made her first blast look like a warmup—a sputtering wet ripper that went on for a full fifteen seconds, making the already potent smell in the room even worse. From Max's perch on the mattress, it was borderline toxic. He knew from considerable experience that a fart like this had a tendency to linger for hours — even days — at a time. 

Meanwhile, still happily struggling beneath Victoria, Hazel was clearly having the time of her life. Her back arched across the floor with possessed energy, seizing as another powerful orgasm rocked her whole body. Her legs were trembling again, and her hands stilled against her soaked-through sweatpants.

A moment later, Victoria reached a peak of her own—all the tongue attention Hazel had paid to her asshole finally putting her over the edge of a perfectly serviceable climax. A final, guttural groan escaped her lips as she pressed down with all her weight, grinding her hips in a final circular motion against Hazel's convulsing face. She held there for a long moment, her whole body tense, before relaxing with a long, contented sigh. 

Slowly, magnificently, she rose. Hazel's face was revealed, a glistening, reddened mess of saliva and sweat; her eyes were rolled back in her head, a dopy, barely conscious grin plastered on her face, one hand still tucked inside her soiled sweatpants. "That was… wow…" she breathed, shaking her head in something like religious reverence.

"Thanks," said Victoria, straightening her blouse. "You're not too bad yourself." Then her dark, gleaming eyes found Max's tiny, horrified form on the mattress. 

Watching all of this, Max felt like he was having a panic attack. If seeing his stepmom hooking up with the most perverted gooner at Ventus hadn't been enough of an ordeal, the knowledge that this coupling probably signaled the dawn of a very new, very bad era in his life was even worse. He was already dreading what would happen when Hazel finished whatever serum she'd just proposed—and had a feeling he'd have very little say in whether or not he was dosed with it.

Victoria stepped over, her shadow once again consuming her stepson. Then, reaching down, she plucked him off the stained mattress and brought him up to her face. "Did you enjoy the show, sweetie?" Sizing him up, she cooed. "Sure looks like you did?"

Looking down, Max had to resist the urge to groan. Sure enough, through no fault of his own, the sight of the two giant curvaceous women going at it had left him visibly worked up. "I… it's not…"

"Oh, relax, dear," Victoria scoffed, tucking him back into the warm, perfumed canyon of her cleavage. "You know, you could really stand to take a page from Hazel's book from time to time."

Once again surrounded by the overwhelming scent of his stepmother, Max decided to keep his mouth shut. If today was any indication, his troubles were just beginning.