Lucky's Lucky Charm Shrunken First Semester chapter 4 by maximally

On paper, Max knew his top priority was to get Lucky's asshole out of his face — and get out of his ass altogether — as soon as possible. But doing that would also mean getting Lucky's attention—and presenting some kind of explanation for how he'd gotten stuck down here. The prospect of introducing himself in those terms was enough to make him start getting nauseous all over again, even more than he was already feeling thanks to the giant femboy's omnipresent musk and funk.

Of course, the only alternative would be to bide his time until Lucky went to bed and then sneak out on his own—and that would involve spending at least a few more hours cooped up between the giant femboy's cheeks, absorbing whatever ungodly odors Lucky continued to vent into him. The burrito that he'd downed in the common room was beginning to wreak some serious havoc on his digestive system, and Max had very little interest in sticking around the final results… especially if it involved a trip to the toilet. With that particular worst-case scenario in mind, he knew what he had to do.

"Fuck it," Max sighed, intensifying his struggles against Lucky's butt. "LUCKY!!! DOWN HERE!!!"

Although the shrunken freshman's cries for help were muffled by Lucky's big, plump rump and the continual stream of dubstep and game audio blasting through his headphones, his sudden surge of movement didn't go unnoticed. Probably because he'd caught the giant femboy in the middle of a particularly pivotal League of Legends match. While Lucky had been on an absolute hot streak for the last several hours, this new and unwelcome distraction now posed a serious threat of throwing him off his game.

"Ugh… the fuck is that?" Leaning to one side in his well-worn gaming chair, Lucky scowled. Thanks to his lackluster attitude toward washing and wiping his ass, he was no stranger to the unique annoyance of having an itchy asshole—but he'd never had it as bad as he did right now. It almost felt like something was alive back there—a thought that was just bothersome enough to make him stand up and drop his underwear in search of answers. 

As Max prepared himself for another burst of resistance, he felt the walls of his soft, smelly prison parting. Then, a few huge fingers wrapped around him, pulling him back into the blindingly bright world beyond Lucky's crack. When his eyes adjusted to the influx of light, he found himself in yet another impossibly foul room—although this one was significantly smaller than the last.

From the beefy gaming PC that occupied most of Lucky's desk, to the gaming chair where the giant femboy had just been sitting, to the sizeable bong he'd just been smoking, to the numerous posters for games like Sonic and Guilty Gear that lined the walls, to the sea of junk food wrappers, empty energy drink cans, dirty clothes, unfinished schoolwork and loose bags of weed that littered the floor, the room was an absolute pigsty, with a smell to match. The competing aromas of potent weed, even more potent farts, sweat and musk were only made worse by a worrisome lack of ventilation, which left the interior several degrees warmer than the rest of the dorm. It was like the room had its own swampy, skunky, humid microclimate—and it really didn't agree with Max's already-frazzled system.

The shrunken freshman only had a split-second to take all this in before his eyes were drawn back to Lucky. Standing in the giant femboy's outstretched palm, just as naked as ever, with no clue how his unintentional captor was about to react to his presence, he'd never felt more vulnerable in his entire life. Hopefully, he could count on Lucky not to take advantage of that. 

"Whoa, that's new…" Settling back into his chair and pulling off his headphones, Lucky regarded the shrunken young man in his hand with amusement. "Where'd you come from, little dude?"

Seeing Lucky sizing him up, Max could feel his heart racing. The giant femboy's face was even cuter up close, but his shockingly bad breath did a lot to tamp down his shrunken guest's confused feelings of attraction. So did the fact that he appeared utterly unfazed after pulling a three-inch human being out of his ass.

"H-hey there," Max stammered, stumbling back and covering his nakedness. "I'm Max… I think I came over here for a party last night." Gesturing to himself with his free hand, he shrugged. "And then I woke up like this."

"Like what?" Lucky squinted. "…Naked?"

"No," said Max, reminding himself that the guy he was now interacting with was still very high. "Like… I'm usually around your size. Or at least, I was, up until last night."

"Ohhh," said Lucky, nodding his head. "I gotcha now. So how'd you end up in my ass?" He grinned, flashing a row of grimy teeth. "You some kinda perv or something?"

"What? N-no! I wasn't back there on purpose." Max blushed. "You kind of… sat on me. Back in the common room. I woke up on the coffee table, you came in, I tried to get your attention, and then… well…"

"Damn, really?" Lucky chuckled, running a hand through his greasy hair. "My bad, dude. I was, like, stupid high this morning… Not gonna lie, I'm kinda surprised you're still breathing after how bad my farts have been."

"Me too," said Max, shuddering in spite of himself. "Anyway, uh… do you have any idea how I might have ended up like this?"

"Hmm… there's a couple ways it could have happened." Lucky scratched his chin. "Best guess, someone slipped you some shrinking serum."

"Shrinking serum?" Max winced. "Is that a thing?"

"Oh yeah, dude." Lucky nodded. "Big time. My old roommate used to love dosing guys with that shit at parties. Couple drops in someone's drink, and boom, they end up just like you."

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Before Max could find the words to respond, Lucky's ass piped in with a word of its own. While the battle-tested foam seat of the giant femboy's gaming chair did a lot to absorb the resulting cloud of gas, the smell was still strong enough to send Max into another tiny coughing fit—giving him plenty of time to dwell on everything he'd just had dropped on him. If what Lucky was saying was true, there was no telling how long he'd be stuck like this—and if his first few hours of shrunken life were any reference, he really wasn't a fan.

"You good, dude?" Carefully laying Max down on his desk, Lucky eyed his three-inch guest with something like concern. 

"Y-yeah," said Max, slumping into a seated position beside his host's light-up keyboard. "So… is there any way to reverse it?"

"The serum?" Lucky shrugged. "Beats me. Most of the guys my roommate dosed didn't last longer than a couple days."

"A couple of days?" Max froze. "W-what happened to them?"

"I mean, most of the time, he just ended up eating them. But there were a lot of accidents. Some of them got stepped on… I definitely sat on at least a couple… there was one he flushed down the toilet…" Seemingly catching himself, Lucky chuckled. "Well, I guess he technically flushed most of them down the toilet one way or another."

"Oh…" said Max, shoulders slumping. Listening to Lucky rattle off all the horrific ways he'd seen shrunken people meet their ends, he could feel his hopes for returning to normal evaporating in real-time. The giant femboy's oddly lax attitude about this whole situation was really starting to get to him—and it only emphasized the precariousness of his current position. He was clearly at the mercy of someone who didn't have a terribly good track record when it came to protecting people in his exact predicament.

"Shit, my bad, dude… I wasn't trying to bum you out." Noticing Max's look of sheer existential terror, Lucky offered the shrunken freshman a warm — if slightly stoned — smile. "You don't have to worry about any of that kinda sadistic shit with me… plus, ever since I sat on you, I've been on a crazy run in League."

"League… of Legends?" Ironically, this had always been one of Max's favorite games—although he wasn't sure he liked what Lucky was implying.

"Yeah, do you play?" Lucky nodded toward his extensive gaming setup. "I'm, like, a total pro. Well, not like, officially pro yet, but I'm like two matches away from Grandmaster right now, thanks to you." Glancing back at Max, he wiggled his eyebrows. "It's almost like you're my lucky charm."

"Gotcha…" Max gulped, feeling his face getting red again. "Well… uh… I should probably get going. Would you be willing to bring me over to the health center?"

"The health center?" The giant femboy made a face. "Hmm… I dunno, dude. I mean, I'm still pretty high, and that's like, all the way on the other side of campus."

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As Lucky ripped another massive fart, Max was sent scrambling back from the edge of the desk, desperate to avoid any additional exposure to the giant femboy's noxious gas. Even at this distance, the smell was bad—and served as an unsettling reminder of everything he'd just gone through while trapped against the source. If being Lucky's "good luck charm" involved spending any additional time down there, it felt like a total non-starter.

"Heh, 'scuse me." Fanning the air, Lucky couldn't resist savoring his own brand of stink. Then, perhaps to emphasize that he wasn't going anywhere, he leaned back in his chair and propped his sock-clad feet up on the desk—forcing Max to scramble even further back to keep from getting squashed under his ripe soles. "Anyway, like I was saying… I'm kinda chilling right now."

With a head full of farts and foot stink, processing Lucky's complete disinterest in helping him out in any meaningful way, Max was feeling more and more hopeless with every passing second. "So… what am I supposed to do?" 

"I mean, I don't mind if you keep chilling here." With another shrug, Lucky reached for his bong and took a big, skunky hit. "I was thinkin' of doing a stream later, if you'd be down to help with that." He grinned, eyes twinkling mischievously. "…Or I could just, like, eat you or something."