Back to LA with Fanny Shrunken First Semester chapter 4 by maximally

For Max, every step Fanny took rolled through him like a slow, heavy quake. Her breasts and belly swayed heavily inside the tight crop top, the motion carrying down her arm so that even the gentle pressure of her palm felt alive. The heat pouring off her skin pressed against his bare body, reminding him with every breath just how small and exposed he was.

As they moved down the hallway of the Unaffiliated Students Dorm, Fanny kept her hand tucked close to her hip, shielding him behind the generous curve there. “You need anything from your room before we bounce, baby nephew? Clothes? Toothbrush? Anything like that?”

Max’s mind raced. “My phone,” he said, voice half-muffled against her palm. “I need to see if it’s in there. I don’t remember what happened to it after the party.”

Fanny nodded, necklaces clinking softly. “Smart boy. Let’s go check.”

She turned carefully and headed back. Through the gaps between her fingers Max caught quick, tilting glimpses—posters sliding past, the worn carpet blurring far below. Every few strides her thick thighs rubbed together, the red flare jeans giving a faint, strained creak.

When they reached his door she kept him hidden in her curled fingers while she knocked. A groggy voice answered almost at once.

“Yeah, come in…”

She stepped inside. The room reeked of weed. Zeke lay sprawled on his bed, controller loose in his lap, eyes glassy and half-shut. He registered the curvy older woman first, then his gaze dropped to the tiny figure peeking from her hand. His eyes widened. “Holy shit… Max? Is that you, dude?”

Max pushed himself up a little. “Yeah. It’s me.”

Zeke sat up straighter, still dazed. “What the hell happened to you, man? You look like… like a little action figure.”

“He’s had a rough morning,” Fanny said, lowering her hand so Max could sit on the edge of the desk. She kept one protective finger nearby. “Sounds like he went to some party last night. And then, well… you know how it goes with shrinking serum.”

Zeke stared, processing. A stoned giggle slipped out despite himself. “No way. For real? Damn… that’s fucked up. But also kinda hilarious. Sorry, dude.”

Max gave him a flat look. “Glad you find it funny.”

Fanny waved a ring-covered hand. “You seen his phone anywhere around here? We’re trying to find it.”

Zeke glanced around the messy room. “Nah, I haven’t seen it. We were together for a bit last night, but you wandered off pretty quick.”

Max looked around one last time—the posters, the gaming setup, the clothes strewn across the floor. Everything looked exactly the same and yet completely out of reach. He couldn’t even flip a light switch now. Couldn’t open the mini-fridge. Couldn’t pick up his own controller. The realization settled over him like a weight.

Fanny’s voice softened. “Anything else you want while we’re here, Maxie?”

He shook his head. “No… I’m good.”

Zeke scratched his head, still grinning. “So where are you guys going? Hospital or something?”

Fanny shook her head, messy bun wobbling. “Not yet. I’m taking him home with me for the weekend. At least until we figure out what the hell we’re gonna do. Figure he’ll be safer with me than stuck here with a bunch of random co-eds walking around.”

Zeke nodded slowly, the idea sinking in through the haze. “Yeah… yeah, that makes sense. Damn.” A lazy smile spread across his face. “Gonna have the whole room to myself for a bit. Sweet.”

Fanny smirked. “Try not to burn the place down, alright?”

She scooped Max back up, fingers curling protectively around him once more. “Say goodbye for now, Maxie.”

“Later, Zeke,” Max called as they headed out.

“Stay safe, little dude,” Zeke replied, already reaching for his vape.

The walk through the dorm and out to the parking lot seemed to stretch on forever. Fanny’s natural sway turned every step into a gentle, rolling cradle that kept Max constantly aware of the warm give of her skin. Afternoon sunlight hit them as they stepped outside. Fanny let out a satisfied sigh.

Her beat-up old coupe sat waiting in a visitor spot—faded silver, clearly seen better days. She opened the driver’s door and dropped into the seat with a loud creak of springs. The instant the door shut, a long, powerful fart rumbled through the small car.

BBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP

“God damn,” she laughed, waving a hand in front of her face even as she grinned. “Sorry about that, Maxie. Didn’t wanna let loose in front of your cute little roomie.” She chuckled. “Damn. I should have gotten his number.”

Max’s face burned. The thick, warm scent filled the cabin in seconds. He knew this smell far too well from past visits—Fanny picking him up, “hotboxing” the car on the way to tacos or a movie, blasting the AC while she cracked up and he pretended not to be grossed out.

Fanny glanced down at him, still resting safely in her lap. Her expression grew a shade more serious, though the playful spark never quite left her eyes.

“Listen, baby. Before we hit the road… It’s gonna be at least an hour back to my place, and I don’t want you flying around if I have to brake hard or anything.” She gestured toward her chest with her free hand. “I could tuck you right here between my girls. Nice and snug. Or…” Her lips curved into a mischievous smirk as she shifted her weight, letting her ass spread a little wider across the seat. “There’s always the back option. Right in the crack. Probably even safer, honestly.”

Max felt his face flush hotter than ever. Both choices hit him like a dizzying wave—panic, embarrassment, and something sharper he refused to name. He opened his mouth, but only a choked squeak came out. His tiny hands pressed uselessly against her thumb as he stared, wide-eyed and speechless.

Fanny held the silence for half a beat—then tipped her head back and burst into a rich, throaty laugh that shook her whole body. The car rocked faintly with it. She wiped the corner of one eye, jewelry jingling, the laugh easing into a warm, affectionate grin.

“Ohhh, Maxie, you should see your face right now!” she wheezed, still chuckling as she fanned herself. “I’m just fucking with you, baby. You really think I’d make you ride in my ass for a whole hour? After I hit Taco Bell on the way up here?” She arched one thick eyebrow and gave another deliberate little shift of her hips. Her dark eyes sparkled with teasing mischief, but the care underneath was real—she was ready to drop the joke the second he looked truly uncomfortable. “I mean… y’know. Unless you’re into that. No judgment here.”