Sidetracked by Crystal Shrunken First Semester chapter 26 by maximally

Victoria let out another chuckle. "As much as I'd love that, I'm afraid I promised the little guy we'd call it a night after this."

"Really?" Riya raised her eyebrows. "You just got here."

"I know," said Victoria, glancing down at her dazed, sticky, shrunken stepson. "I'd love to stay, but… he's had a big day. We both have. Lots of… new information to process." She shot Riya a wink. "I'm thinking we'll try a couple of the exercises you taught us when we get back. See how much we can remember."

Riya nodded enthusiastically. "Ah, of course! The real work always happens during practice." She leaned in, capturing Victoria's lips in a final kiss. It lasted several seconds, nearly devolving into another full-on makeout session before the Indian Amazon composed herself and pulled away. "You should really consider taking care of that when you get home, too." She gestured with her chin toward Max's tiny but irrepressible arousal. "It's not good for him to be all pent up like that. Plus, reconditioning works best with plenty of positive reinforcement. At least in my experience."

"I'll see what I can do," Victoria murmured. She gave Riya's thigh a final squeeze before swinging her powerful legs off the bed. "Thanks for all the… tutoring."

"Anytime, dear," Riya said, stretching like a contented cat. "Good luck, Max. Be a good boy for Mama, okay?"

Max could only stare, speechless and shell-shocked, as Victoria began to gather her clothes. She dressed with an un-self-conscious grace — pulling her sweat-damp booty shorts back up over her colossal hips and tugging her tank top down over her heavy breasts — before returning her attention to her shrunken stepson. As she plucked him up from the bed, he found himself buried back in the familiar depths of her cleavage—a warm, salty embrace that filled him with a sense of worrisome relief.

"Same time next week, maybe?" Victoria gave Riya a final wave.

"It's a date," said Riya, bowing a kiss from bed. "I'll text Bea, too."

"Please do," said Victoria, stepping out the door.

*

Outside, the Ventus campus was already shifting into nightlife mode. The air was thick with the smell of weed, music throbbed from open windows, laughter echoed across the quad, and the route from Riya's place back to USD was filled with busy undergrads milling about toward a dozen competing parties. In the moments when Max worked up the courage to sneak a glimpse from Victoria's cleavage, he was inundated with the sight of young people enjoying a level of freedom he'd probably never know again—and in light of that reality, he spent most of the walk home buried as deep as possible. 

Right now, the only thing he had to cling to was the fact that Victoria had fulfilled her promise to him. The combined sensory overloads of the last few hours had left him completely fried, and he was looking forward to a bit of peace—even if it involved going back in his stepmom's ass. Anything to avoid going another round — or two, or seven — with Riya.

His thoughts were interrupted as Victoria slowed to a halt. Then, a familiar, high-pitched voice cut through the ambient noise of the quad like a candy-coated razor.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

Max felt Victoria's chest swell with a chuckle. "Hello, Crystal."

Peeking over the neckline of his stepmother's tank top, Max saw the petite influencer standing squarely in their path, phone at the ready to capture any potential viral content that might arise from their interaction. Compared to the likes of Victoria and Riya, the spritely blonde may as well have been a different species — smaller, sharper, her elfin features painted with a thick layer of makeup that glittered under the campus streetlights — and her signature pink and white shirt and blue booty shorts almost looked like a costume next to Victoria's sweat-soaked attire. 

"Sup, Tori?" Crystal chirped. "Where are you coming from? You look… satisfied."

Again, Victoria chuckled. "I suppose you're not wrong."

"I knew it!" The blonde influencer clapped her hands. "One of my sorority sisters saw you going into Professor Chandra's place earlier. Our group chat's been blowing up about it." She gave Victoria a quick full-body scan, lingering on her mussed hair, the faint sheen of sweat on her chest and the lazy smirk on her lips. "And now you're coming out looking like that? Iconic."

"I aim to please." Victoria shrugged, prompting Max to burrow himself even deeper to avoid being seen. 

"No, for real," said Crystal, taking a step forward—close enough that Max could practically smell her bubblegum-scented breath. "Me and my sisters have been talking. Like, seriously talking." She hesitated, grinning. "I'm, like, probably not supposed to tell you this, but there's like, a really good chance we'll ask you to pledge soon. We all think you're Fortuna material."

Down in the depths of Victoria's cleavage, Max felt a knot form in his stomach. The idea of his stepmother being inducted into Ventus's infamous Hot Girl House was nearly too surreal to get his head around, even after all the thoroughly surreal events he'd been subjected to since last Friday.

"Well, I'm flattered." Victoria sounded like she meant it. "Tell them I'm looking forward to the invitation."

"Totally!" Crystal beamed, flashing her phone. "Speaking of Fortuna material... Izzy's a fucking riot. We've been texting nonstop since this weekend. And ike, half the comments I've gotten since I posted pics from our shoot have been about her."

"That's my girl," said Victoria, smirk growing. "Always making fast friends. Apparently, she's already got some deal worked out with Max's old roommate to stay with him the next time she visits."

"Really?" Crystal laughed. "His funeral… I saw him walking out of the USD this morning, and he was still walking funny. Seemed like Izzy really did a number on him Sunday night."

Hearing this, Max felt a hot wave of humiliation wash over him.

"She takes after her mother." Victoria's chest puffed out with pride. "We know how to leave a lasting impression."

"Seems like it," said Crystal, her eyes wandering down to Victoria's chest—and finally noticing the movement in her cleavage. "Ooh, is the little guy listening? Hey Maxie!"

Max flinched, instinctively retreating deeper into the space between his stepmom's breasts.

"Aww, don't be shy," Crystal cooed, before glancing back up at Victoria. "So, did you, like… take him with you? While you were…" She held up both hands, made her left pointer and thumb into a ring, and mimed pushing her right pointer through it. "Busy?"

"A lady doesn't kiss and tell," said Victoria, winking. "Let's just say it's nothing he isn't used to."

"You're wild," said Crystal, shaking her head. "Seems like he had a pretty good time, though. At least based on that teeny tiny tent he's pitching."

All at once, Max felt his face go redder than ever. Obviously, spending the last five minutes swaddled in his stepmom's big, pillowy boobs had done nothing to quell the deeply inconvenient sense of arousal he'd gotten from third-wheeling her and Riya.

"Anyway, listen," said Crystal, looking back to Victoria. "I just got a totally random idea. Feel free to say no. I'm about to head back to my room for this big collab stream with JJ. Should be, like, a pretty regular stream, just reacting to some videos people took at that Diana kegger on Saturday. But… would you, maybe, possibly, like, be willing to let me borrow him for a couple hours?"

The question hung in the air, thick and sudden. The ambient sounds of campus nightlife faded in Max's ears, replaced by a burning feeling of anxiety. Borrow him. Like a book. A prop.

"My chat would, like, literally die." Crystal pressed on, her voice oozing with syrupy fake sweetness. "And I'm sure JJ would LOVE to meet him, too. Plus, I'd take, like, super good care of him! You'd never know he was gone."

"Hmm…" Max felt Victoria's hand come up, gently, almost thoughtfully tracing the outline of the small lump he made against her chest. It was a possessive gesture—a ruler considering the fate of her subject. He looked up, trying to catch her eye, but her gaze was fixed on Crystal. Much to his dismay, she was clearly thinking about it.