Back to Riya's Place Shrunken First Semester chapter 24 by maximally

While the walk back to Riya's place only took a few minutes, it felt much longer to Max. Even after nearly three full days at Victoria's mercy, he doubted he'd ever get used to the feeling of being trapped in the crack of her ass—especially in the moments when his face got caught against her asshole. Of course, even his usual struggles weren't enough to distract his stepmom from tonight's potential playmate.

"So," said Victoria, matching Riya's stride as they approached the main faculty housing complex. "You said two of your kids go here… they don't live with you, right?"

"Not anymore," Riya replied proudly. "Kali's over in Juno, and Ravi's Unaffiliated." She smirked, shaking her head. "Although you'd never know it from all the time he spends bothering his sister over there."

"How does that work?" By now, Victoria was starting to get a feel for the dynamics of the various houses—probably because a few of them were already actively trying to court her. "I didn't think those girls were big on guys."

"Let's just say he's a real charmer," said Riya. "It's a long story. I'll tell you inside."

On paper, Ventus's faculty apartments were assigned based on seniority—although those who enjoyed close ties to Queen Bea tended to fare better than those who didn't. As a result, Riya's house was one of the largest and nicest units on campus—a three-bedroom, two-bathroom condo that had only grown more well-appointed since Kali and Ravi had moved out. The whole interior matched the cozy yet ornate vibe of her office — a blend of warm earth tones and elegant furniture that hinted at a generous tenured salary — and the air was filled with the thick, rich scent of spices.

"Make yourself at home," said Riya, gesturing toward an oversized leather sectional sofa that took up most of the living room. "Can I get you another glass of wine?"

"I could do that," Victoria chuckled.

As the Mexican MILF settled onto the couch, Max was compressed even harder than ever against the soft, yielding walls of her rump. From his stifled perch, he could hear the soft click of Riya's shoes moving into the other room, the clink of classes, and the pop of a cork. 

"So…" Riya's voice was closer now, a sultry murmur. "How hungry are you?"

"Ravenous." Victoria shifted her weight, earning a creak of protest from the couch. Beneath her, Max was seeing stars. "I think it was all that conditioning. Really made me work up an appetite."

Pffffffrrrrrrrrrrtttttttt

A long, simmering fart escaped Victoria's all-too-relaxed pucker, flooding Max's immediate surroundings with a fresh wave of potent, eggy stink. It was a casual, unthinking release, almost a punctuation mark to her latest statement—nothing much, by her standards. But to him, it was a toxic event.

"Excuse me," Victoria said, not sounding sorry at all. 

"For what?" Riya stepped out of the kitchen with a glass of wine in each hand. "Having a healthy digestive system?"

Max heard a glass being set on a coffee table. Then, the couch dipped dramatically as Riya joined Victoria—jostling him even deeper between his stepmom's cheeks.

"You know," Riya murmured. "I was very impressed with your performance earlier."

"Oh?" Victoria's voice was a playful purr. "Which part?"

"Mostly how well it worked." Riya shifted even closer on the couch. "Most of my other clients take weeks to make the kind of progress you two made today."

A hand — Max assumed it was Riya's — came to rest on Victoria's thigh. 

"He's a quick learner," said Victoria. She arched her back slightly, accentuating her prodigious chest. "I think he's starting to appreciate his new role." 

"I think you're right," said Riya. "And I think his teachers deserve a reward for all their hard work."

The next sound Max heard was the soft, wet meeting of lips. It started as a slow, exploratory kiss, but quickly deepening into something more intense. Max heard a low moan — whether it was his stepmom or his professor, he couldn't tell — and the couch began to creak in a new, more predictable rhythm. The two mature amazons were making out, and he was caught right in the thick of it. 

All at once, Victoria's body came alive around him, internal muscles clenching and fluttering with tension. Every sweep of Riya's tongue sent a corresponding spasm of pleasure through the flesh that encased him, giving him a strangely intimate connection to their desire. For the second time in two days, he was a captive audience to his stepmother's foreplay.

The kissing grew more fervent. He heard the rustle of clothing, followed by a sharp intake of breath. 

BRRRAAAP-P-P-P-P

Another fart, sharper and more forceful, erupted around Max—a hot, humid burst that left him even dizzier and more disoriented than before. This one seemed to be a direct result of Victoria's abdominal muscles contracting with growing arousal, but neither she nor her super-sized partner seemed to care. If anything, their subsequent moans were even louder.

Riya's hand slid from Victoria's thigh, moving upward and inward. The couch groaned again under the weight and movement of the two powerful, horny women—protesting in all the ways Max wished he could.

"Max is probably getting quite the show back there," Riya breathed between kisses.

"Mmm," Victoria chuckled. "I suppose he probably is. If you want, I can take him out?"

"No," Riya shook her head. "Let him listen. It's good for him. Helps him understand his place."

Victoria's response was to go in for another kiss, her passion seemingly ignited by Riya's dominant declaration. 

For the next several minutes, all Max could hear were the sounds of wet, hungry mouths, heavy breathing and the creaking of furniture. Then, just when he thought the sheer sensory overload of this evening couldn't have gotten more intense, his world tilted. Victoria was shifting, lying back on the couch and pulling Riya on top of her, pulverizing him between the immovable object of the sofa and the unyielding force of her rump. The kissing sounds had changed; now he could hear the wet, sucking sound of Riya lavishing attention onto Victoria's neck and her ample cleavage.

"God," Riya muttered, her voice muffled by Victoria's prodigious breasts. "You taste good."

"You're not too bad, yourself," Victoria groaned in response, her hips involuntarily grinding even harder into the couch—and, by extension, Max. Even by her standards, the pressure was immense.

Then, all at once, Max felt the crushing weight on top of him shift. Riya was pulling away.

"Why don't we take this back to my room?" said Riya, voice hungrier than ever. "My bed might give us a little more… flexibility."

Victoria nodded. "Lead the way, professor."

The couch shifted as Riya stood up. Victoria followed, rising to her feet and sending a fresh ripple of nauseating motion through Max's prison. He was still trapped, smothered, and saturated with stink, and he knew with all his heart that this was just the beginning.

He felt Victoria take a few steps, out of the living room and down a hall. Then, he heard a door opening.

"Now we're talking," Victoria murmured, zoning in on Riya's king-sized bed. "Say... is it hot in here, or is it just me?"

"Way ahead of you," Riya chuckled, already disrobing.

Grinning wickedly, Victoria peeled off her tank top. Her booty shorts and underwear followed—unintentionally granting her shrunken passenger an unexpected glimpse of freedom. For a moment, Max was falling. Then, much to his relief, another hand came back to catch him.

"Whoopsie!" Victoria giggled. "Sorry about that, sweetie. I don't know how I keep forgetting you back there."

Looking up at his giant, naked, visibly-horny stepmom, all Max could do was sigh. "It's fine," he said, trying to sound like he meant it. "Wanna just, like…" He looked around the room. "Maybe you could put me on that nightstand?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," said Riya, unhooking her bra and letting her huge, gravity-defying breasts flop free. "I can think of several other exercises we all could try together… "

Glancing between the two giant MILFs, Max winced.  Whatever he'd done in a past life to deserve all of this, he had no idea.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, before Victoria could respond to Riya's offer, her digestive system cut in with a word of its own. It was a wet, earthy gurgle, a kind that she — and Max — knew all too well. 

"Phew, hold that thought," said Victoria, patting her lower abdomen. "I think that one means business."

"No rush," said Riya, nodding to a door beside her bed. "You want me to hang onto Max while you're in there?"

"Nah, he'll be fine." Exchanging a glance with the shrunken man in her hand, Victoria winked. "It's nothing he hasn't seen before."

"Is it, now?" Riya returned the Mexican MILF's smirk. "You two are really something."

"We try," said Victoria, striding the short distance to Ritya's en suite. "Be right back."

As she closed the door, she was pleased to find that the bathroom was just as well-appointed as the rest of the condo, with every surface done up in dark marble and gleaming chrome. Then, with a sigh of relief, she tucked Max back into her cleavage and settled her vast bulk onto the cold porcelain of the toilet like a queen taking her throne. From his perch, Max once again found himself with a horrifying, panoramic view of the event: the vast, tanned plains of her inner thighs, the dark, tangled jungle of her pubic hair, and below, the bowl she would soon doubtlessly fill to the brim.

"Alright, sweetie," Victoria chuckled. "Fair warning, this one's gonna be a doozy."

"G-gotcha." With his face pressed against the sweat-slicked skin of his stepmom's breasts, Max could barely manage a response. 

Victoria smiled. "You know," she said, a trace of strain creeping into her voice. "You're being a really good sport about all this."

"All of what?" Meeting his stepmom's gaze, Max couldn't help wincing. Was this some kind of a trick?

"You know. All of Riya's 'exercises'?" Victoria's smile became a grin. "I mean, unless you really do want to accept my big old booty as your lord and savior, or whatever." 

Max blushed. Was this a moment of recognition? A sliver of empathy from the women who'd so single-handedly turned his life upside down over the last three days?

"But, seriously…" Victoria grunted, sending a geyser of piss streaming into the bowl. "I like Riya. She's hot, she's smart, she's not afraid to take charge…" She shrugged, almost dislodging Max from his perch. "But I'm not gonna pretend like some of this stuff isn't pretty out there. Even for a gal like me."

Hearing this, Max felt a flicker of desperate hope. Maybe Victoria wasn't enjoying this as much as he thought she was. Maybe she just saw this as a way into Riya's pants, and his torment was just the price she was willing to pay to get there. Maybe there was a limit—and if this was his chance to get out of here, he knew he had to take it.

"L-look, Victoria," he stammered, his voice still muffled by her breasts and the eye-wateringly heavy-duty ordnance she continued laying into the toilet. "If you're not into this, we could just go back to the dorm."

"Back to the dorm?" Victoria arched an eyebrow. "And do what, exactly?"