Happy Anniversary Shrunken First Semester chapter 5 by maximally

One year later...

 

 

As usual, Max woke up to his goddess's ass expelling a fresh gust of morning gas in his tiny face. It was a relatively small fart for her, but a fart nevertheless—and thus a gift, worthy of his gratitude. Knowing what was expected of him, he pressed his tiny face against her huge, rancid asshole and began to frantically plaster it with kisses.

 

"Mmm," purred Rosa. Reclining on her stomach, draped in the luxuriously soft silk sheets of the king-sized bed in her Beverly Hills villa, she was the epitome of power and opulence. "Bom dia, pequeno. I didn't say stop, though…"

 

Feeling his goddess playfully clenching her cheeks around his tiny form — and knowing what else those cheeks could do to him if he started getting any funny ideas about disobeying her again — he pressed his face even deeper against her giant, warm, sweaty, brown hole.

 

"That's better," said Rosa, grabbing her phone from its charging place on her nightstand and idly scrolling through her notifications. "My, my, look what day it is! Happy anniversary, pequeno."

 

Behind her, all Max could do was keep kissing. He'd lost track of time long ago, his mind and body worn down from unending months of his goddess's relentless domination.

 

"Oh, look at that!" Giving her cheeks another clench around her butt slave, Rosa cooed with delight. "Zeke's taking Zoe to a concert for their anniversary next weekend." Exhaling contentedly, she set the phone back down. "Qué doce! The only question now is how long he's gonna wait to pop the question..."

 

Face still pressed firmly against the giant MILF's equally giant pucker, Max couldn't help sighing. Shortly after Rosa had turned him into her full-time butt slave, she'd been delighted to inform him that her daughter had started dating his old roommate. In just a few short weeks, the two seemed to be madly in love—to the point that Zeke even joined Zoe and Rosa for Christmas down in LA.

 

"Mmm... such a fine young man," said Rosa, smirking. "And handsome, too! Don't you agree, pequeno?"

 

Again, Max just gritted his teeth and kept kissing his goddess's pillowy asshole. The first few times she had brought him out in Zoe's presence during her daughter's visits back home, his former classmate still seemed pretty uncomfortable with the whole situation. She'd shoot him sympathetic looks whenever her mother wasn't looking and often pushed her to go easier on her new "servo,"... but by the end of the semester, she seemed to be getting used to it. Soon enough, whenever Zoe caught Rosa peeling him out of her shoe after a run or dropping him into the back of her underwear on the way out to dinner, she'd just roll her eyes and laugh like it was all some big family inside joke. Zeke seemed to find the whole thing just as hilarious, too.

 

Rosa’s thumb hovered over the screen, a wicked little smile curling her lips. “You know what, pequeno? It’s your anniversary too. Let’s call my baby girl and wish her a happy one… while you wish her hello from your favorite place.”

 

Before Max could even whimper, Rosa tapped the FaceTime icon. The ringing tone vibrated through her gigantic body. A second later, the screen lit up with Zoe’s face—sun-kissed, smiling, hair still damp from the beach. She was lounging on a hotel balcony somewhere sunny, wearing a tiny bikini top. Zeke’s broad shoulder was visible just behind her, grinning at the camera.

 

“Olá, querida!” Rosa cooed. “Feliz aniversário!”

 

“Mom! Hi!” Zoe said brightly. “Wait—anniversary? Oh my god, has it really been a whole year already?”

 

Rosa chuckled, the sound rumbling like distant thunder around Max’s tiny head. “One whole year. How time flies when you have a personal ass slave, no?”

 

Zoe laughed—light, easy, zero guilt left in it. “I still can’t believe I almost felt bad that day. Look at him now! How’s he doing back there? Still breathing?”

 

Max’s world was nothing but searing heat, sweat, and the thick, earthy musk of Rosa’s morning ass. His face was mashed so tightly against her puckered hole that he could feel every tiny flex. He tried to turn his head, tried to scream, but the pressure only drove his nose deeper.

 

It was like none of them even saw him as a human being anymore. To add insult to copious injury, when Max's family finally tracked him down a few weeks after the New Year, they were so disgusted by what they found that they decided to let his goddess keep him. In retrospect, that was the final blow to his already fragile sense of self-worth: the moment he realized the world was still going without him and he was never going back.

 

Rosa gave her hips a lazy roll, grinding him in slow circles. “He’s been a very good boy today. Say hello to Zoe, pequeno.” She reached back with two fingers and pressed—hard—smashing his entire face flush against her asshole like she was using him as a microphone.

 

At that exact moment, her bowels gurgled.

 

 

A long, hot, wet fart exploded directly into Max’s open mouth, thick and eggy and endless. The blast was so powerful it made his eyes water and his ears pop. Rosa moaned softly in pleasure and kept her fingers pinned on his back, forcing him to “greet” her daughter with a face full of gas.

 

Zoe burst out laughing on the screen. “Oh my GOD, Mom!”

 

Zeke leaned into the frame, cracking up. “Happy anniversary, Max! Hope you’re enjoying your breakfast!”

 

Rosa grinned at the camera, voice sweet as honey. “He loves it. Don’t you, meu pequeno? Every morning, he gets a fresh one just like that. Say thank you to your old friend Zoe for letting Mama keep you.”

 

She pressed even harder, practically burying Max’s head between her cheeks. Another smaller, hissing fart slipped out—sssssssssssttttt—right as Max tried to choke out any sound at all.

 

Zoe wiped a tear of laughter from her eye. “I’m so glad he’s happy. Zeke and I were just talking about how weird it would feel to have him back. Like… what would we even do with him now? He’s way better off with you.” She blew a kiss at the camera. “Love you, Mom. And tell Max I said enjoy the rest of your anniversary—sounds like it’s off to a stinky start!”

 

Rosa laughed warmly. “It always is. Talk soon, baby. Give Zeke a kiss for me.”

 

The call ended. Rosa set the phone down on the pillow, still chuckling. She finally eased the pressure on Max’s back, but only enough for him to gasp in another lungful of her ass air.

 

“See, pequeno?” she purred, giving her cheeks a playful squeeze around his body. “Even Zo-Zo thinks you’re right where you belong. Now… keep kissing.”

 

 

As another of his goddess's farts rushed into his face, Max simply closed his eyes and resumed his duties. The last twelve months had been an endless cycle of gas, sweat, and several even more unpleasant things... but deep down, some part of him was starting to accept it. Whether he liked it or not, he was finally free from all his foolish, doomed fantasies about the "best four years of his life." Now, he knew with absolute certainty that there wouldn't be any more college parties or cute young girls in his future. He'd never have a girlfriend, or a job, or a career, or a family. His whole world was his goddess's ass—and as long as he did as he was told, he knew she'd take care of the rest.

THE END

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