Giant Scissoring MILFs Shrunken First Semester chapter 25 by maximally

"What if we just have a quiet night in? Just the two of us!" Mistaking Victoria's silence for interest, Max continued. "We could watch some anime! Or play a game! Or—"

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All at once, an ear-splitting, five-second shart brought his plea for mercy to an end—followed by several solid, impactful plops. The profoundly septic smell that followed was enough to reduce him to a now-familiar full-body coughing fit. 

"Sorry, sweetie," Victoria shook her head, lips curling into another smirk. "I know you're ready for a break. But right now, I've got a smoking hot psychology professor in the next room who's been eye-fucking me all afternoon. And I'd rather not trade that for an evening of cartoons and Nintendo."

Feeling the hope starting to curdle in his stomach, Max sighed—lacking the energy even to correct his stepmother that he'd always exclusively owned PlayStations. Of course, he should have known better than to assume he could talk Victoria out of getting in bed with another big, voluptuous woman like Riya. 

"But hey," said Victoria, her voice softening a little. "Once I've properly thank — ungh — properly thanked Riya for her… insights… I promise we'll call it a night." 

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As Max opened his mouth to respond, he was once again cut off by another explosive shart—this one even bigger, louder and wetter than the last. 

"Whew! Pardon me," Victoria giggled, completely unbothered. "Anyway, chin up. You're almost there." Grabbing her prodigious breasts with both hands, she gave her shrunken stepson a playful squeeze. "For now, why don't you just pretend I'm what's-her-name from that one show I always used to catch you jacking off to?"

Max couldn't help smiling. While his stepmom clearly had no problem suborning his desires to her own for the rest of the night, her ham-fisted attempts to relate to his interests never failed to amuse him—even at moments like these. "You mean Mount Lady from My Hero Academia?"

"I don't know, sweetie," Victoria chuckled, finally reaching for the toilet paper. "Some of us got laid in high school."

After a solid, deliberate minute of wiping — "just in case," as Victoria put it — the Mexican MILF stood and flushed the toilet. Then she flushed it again, and then a third time, before washing her hands and checking her reflection.

When she emerged from the bathroom, she found Riya sprawled across the vast expanse of her king-sized bed, completely naked. Her body was a landscape of powerful brown curves, and her silver hair was fanned out against the purple silk pillows. One hand was idly fondling her right breast, while the other rested between her thick thighs, her fingers glistening subtly in the low light.

"Feeling better?" Riya grinned, her eyes thick with promise. "All cleared out?"

"Much better," said Victoria, dropping to a deep, sultry register as she approached the bed. "Ready for the main course."

"Good." Riya's eyes flicked down to Victoria's chest, where Max was still doing his best to avoid being turned into a boob sandwich. "I was looking back through one of the oldest texts in my collection, and I think I've found the perfect thing to start with." She reached over and grabbed the book from her nightstand, propping it open to a bookmarked page.

Straining his eyes to make out the illustrations, Max grimaced. The illustration appeared to picture two giant women scissoring—and between them, pressed between their vaginas, was the unmistakable silhouette of a shrunken man. 

"'The Scissor Sisters,'" said Riya, enunciating every syllable. "Apparently, it's most effective when performed by two sisters and a brother. Or a mother, a son and an aunt. But I think it should still work for us."

"Kinky." Victoria shot Max another wink—perhaps to remind him that she still found this every bit as strange as he did, or perhaps just to play with him. "What's the deal with this one?"

"The point is total immersion." Riya's grin grew. "Immersing a male subject in the divine feminine from all angles, to break down the final barriers of the self through total sensory overload."

"Sounds messy." Victoria returned Riya's grin. "I like it."

"I thought you might." Riya shifted, sitting up and spreading her legs. For Max, the resulting view was both awe-inspiring and utterly terrifying. Her immense, glistening vulva was on full display, flushed a deep purple and beaded with arousal—an arousal only made more palpable by the musky, tangy scent of desire that quickly filled the air. "Sit here, Tori." Riya patted the bed in front of her. "Mirror me."

Eagerly, Victoria climbed onto the bed, earning several creaks from the frame. She sat facing Riya and mimicked her pose, opening her own powerful thighs and letting her legs interlace with her professor's. The two giant MILFs now formed a diamond-shaped valley of intimacy, a steaming prison framed by four tree-trunk thighs.

"May I?" Riya asked, gesturing toward Victoria's cleavage.

"Be my guest," said Victoria, her own eyes fixed on Riya's dripping sex. 

Riya dipped her fingers into the shadowy canyon of Victoria's breasts, earning a shudder from her new playmate. Too stunned to struggle, Max could only watch in mute awe as his amazonian professor plucked him loose. 

"Now, Max," said Riya, her voice taking on the same warm, therapeutic tone she'd laid on him back in her office. "Ideally, we want you to focus on absorbing our energy. And that starts with relaxing." She flashed another grin, glancing up at Victoria. "But if you do feel like struggling… I don't think either of us would mind."

With that, she lowered him down onto the patch of damp, silken sheets between them—and when she removed her hand, Max felt a profound surge of uncertainty. With Riya's dipping, swollen, overpoweringly fragrant labia just a few inches away from his face and his stepmother's no less big, smelly, juicy sex at his back, he felt like wounded prey caught between two formidable predators. The only question now was which one would get him first. 

"Now, Tori," Riya murmured, locking eyes with her counterpart. "Slowly."

As one, the two mature amazons began to move—leaning forward, immense chests and stomachs pressing together, powerful thighs sliding against each other with a wet, slick sound. 

Beneath them, Max's world collapsed. The two massive, slick vulvas on either side of him began to move, trapping him like fleshy, living walls. First, they pressed against his size, warm and impossibly soft, coating him instantly in a double glaze of sticky arousal. Then, as the giant MILFs began grinding against each other, the pressure increased. 

From that point onward, he was engulfed—Victoria's fleshy folds mashing him from one side while Riya's equally overpowering loins crushed him from the other. He was pressed between them, a living toy for their pleasure, and the combined heat and pressure were absolutely unbearable. He could feel every ridge, fold and throb of their engorged flesh, and their scent was in his nose, mouth, and lungs. He was theirs, whether he liked it or not. 

The women moaned in unison, their movements less of an exercise and more an act of raw passion with every passing second. Of course, this had always been the idea—the fact that Riya had gotten this position out of one of her books was just the pretense they'd used to get going. Their clits, hard and demanding, bullied Max like giant slimy monsters, sending jolts of sensation through his tiny frame that were just as unintentionally arousing as they were unpleasant. 

"God damn, Riya," Victoria groaned, her head thrown back. "Bea really wasn't kidding about you."

"I was about to say," Riya gasped in response. "She must've had her hands full with you two last night."

"'Us two'?" Victoria hesitated, still moving her hips. "Oh! Max. Right."

"You forgot about him again?" Riya breathed, pulling Victoria closer as their rhythm grew more frantic and final. "I haven't. I can practically feel his little heart pounding. He's swimming in us."

Beneath the two horny titans, Max wasn't just swimming. He was drowning. The combined movement of their flesh was building up a tidal wave of fluid, smothering him between their divine, musky essences. He could practically feel his identity, his resistance, and his very sense of self being scissored out of existence in real time—and as they neared a shared climax, his world dissolved even further into liquid sensation. 

With a guttural groan of pure ecstasy, Riya came first, drenching Max in a tidal wave, a flood of thick, musky pheromones. He sputtered, trying to turn his head, but there was no escape. Victoria wasn't far behind.

The pressure grew even more intense as the mature amazons locked together in their last convulsive throes, squeezing the air from his lungs and pressing him into the soaked sheets between them. He wasn't even a toy anymore. Now, he felt more like a bug, trapped between two big, hungry Venus flytraps at the moment of digestion. His mind was clogged with their overpowering, mind-breaking feminine scents, intoxicating and humiliating in equal measure. He was not just near them, he was a part of them—utterly consumed, every inch of his tiny body slick and sticky with their pleasure.

Then, as quickly as it had begun, the tension broke. As the wet sounds of sex were replaced with heavy, synchronized panting, the giant bodies above him went slack, settling into a heavy, satisfied afterglow. Even the fleshy walls that had been crushing him relaxed, though they still offered him little in the way of a break.

"Holy shit." Victoria was the first to speak, albeit in a ragged, blissed-out sigh. "I think we might have to make this a recurring commitment."

The Indian amazon responded with a breathy laugh. "That's what I like to hear."

As they shifted into a more relaxed position — cuddling, Max assumed — their shrunken captive was finally dislodged from his place between them, ending up on an especially soaked patch of bedspread. He lay there gasping, covered in juices, as the two women nestled even closer together beside him.

"So…" Riya reached over and retrieved a leather-bound journal from a drawer in her nightstand with her still-slick fingers. "If you had to rate that particular exercise out of ten, what would you give it?"

"Solid nine," Victoria purred, her own hand coming to rest on the bed beside her and accidentally brushing against Max's prone form. She didn't seem to notice him. "I haven't cum that hard since… well, since last night, I guess. But that's not an easy bar to reach."

"I agree." Riya winked. Turning her attention to Max, she offered a warm, therapeutic if blissed-out smile. "Max, how about you? How would you say you're feeling right now?"

Max swallowed hard. As he lay there, a tiny glistening monument of their "achievement," he had no clue which answer would mean less trouble for him. The worst part of the whole thing was that an entirely involuntary part of him was feeling very, very good.

"Based on that boner, I'd put him down as a ten," Victoria chuckled, clocking her shrunken stepson's irrepressible arousal. "You know, he claims he hates third-wheeling me, but that's the second time in a row that's happened." 

"Duly noted," said Riya, scribbling a note in her journal and grinning. "Perhaps this calls for another exercise."