Lucky's Streaming 'Sona Shrunken First Semester chapter 5 by maximally

Staring up at Lucky, Max struggled to make sense of the giant femboy's latest comment. After all the indignity of being sat on, farted on and knocked out, he now faced an even more unsettling ultimatum: put his hopes of returning to normal on hold for the foreseeable future or get eaten. Part of him was really starting to have second thoughts about not hiding from this guy when he'd had the chance back in the common room.

"That last part was a joke..." Max winced. "...Right?"

"Well, yeah, duh," Lucky chuckled. "...Did you think I was serious?"

"Huh?" Doing his best to shake off his lingering feelings of fight-or-flight terror, Max forced a laugh. "Oh, ha! Of course not!"

"Cool," said Lucky, leaning back in his chair for a big stretch. "So... what do you think?"

"Well..." Resisting the urge to gag on the fresh wave of BO wafting down from the giant femboy's dangerously exposed armpits, the shrunken freshman took a step back. With his mind hopelessly clouded by the dueling smells of Lucky's skunky pits and funky feet — which were still resting dangerously close to his spot on the desk — he had no luck coming up with any alternative to his would-be captor's proposed course of action. If all the rumors he'd heard about the other residents of the Loser House were true, he had a sneaking suspicion that leaving this room un-escorted would be a very, very bad idea—at least if he didn't want to end up getting abducted and press-ganged into becoming a living sex toy, or worse. Based on that, his best course of action seemed to be rolling with the punches, hoping that Lucky would be more amenable to helping him out tomorrow. "Sure, yeah." Finally resuming eye contact with the giant femboy, Max shrugged. "I guess I can stick around here for a bit."

"Dope!" Lucky grinned. "That reminds me, I'm probably gonna order dinner soon. You want anything?"

"Me?" Max nodded, slightly taken aback at such an unexpectedly thoughtful gesture from the person who'd just thoughtlessly spent the last few hours sitting on him. While the assorted odors of Lucky's room weren't doing his appetite any favors, he hadn't put any solid food in his stomach since last night. "Yeah, I could eat... thanks."

"No worries," said Lucky, pulling his feet off his desk and tapping into his go-to delivery app. "You good with vegan food?"

"You're vegan?" Glancing down at the piles of empty junk food bags on the floor, Max scowled. "Like... vegan-vegan?"

"More of a vegetarian if you wanna get technical. I still do a lot of cheese. But yeah." The giant femboy winked. "Another reason you don't have to worry about me eating you." 

"Ha," said Max, still struggling to find much humor in that specific joke. "Good to know."

"Yeah. Anyway, here you go." Leaning forward, Lucky flashed his phone to his shrunken guest. "Go nuts. My treat."

"I..." Faced with a screen roughly twice his size — and noticing that Lucky had already ordered four extra-large bean and cheese burritos for himself — Max hesitated. "Honestly, I can probably just pick at your crumbs if that works."

"You do you," said Lucky, placing his order and shifting to one side in his chair.

BBBBBBRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP

As the giant femboy released another uninhibited cloud of stink, Max was sent into yet another coughing fit. Feeling his lungs burning as they filled with Lucky's fumes, he couldn't help wondering if his host would ever start exhibiting any consideration for how his various odors affected him. If the last few hours were any reference, he wasn't going to hold his breath—literally or metaphorically.

"Phew!" Lucky chuckled, not sounding particularly apologetic. "Heh, my bad again, dude. You picked a tough day to get stuck in my ass."

"I guess so," said Max, staggering back to his feet. "So, uh... about this stream you're doing later. What's your plan for that?"

"Well, I've got this... streaming persona..." Lucky smirked. "Maybe it's easier if I just show you."

Without further ado, Lucky stood up and shuffled across the room—allowing Max to sneak another glimpse at his butt. As the giant femboy leaned into his packed closet and rifled through several dozen crop tops, hoodies and t-shirts — all of which seemed just as dirty as his current clothes — his big, doughy cheeks jiggled invitingly with every subtle movement. Still watching from the desk, his shrunken guest felt the surprising stirring in his loins start to return.

"Hmm," Lucky grunted. "Where did I put that... Oh! There we go." Retrieving the hangars he'd been looking for, he bounced back over to Max holding several articles of clothing: a black and white crop top hoodie, a pair of black panties with a built-in black and white striped tail in the back, and a pair of black and white striped thigh-high socks. Taking all of this in — and doing his best to hide his burgeoning arousal — Max had no trouble connecting the dots.

"So your persona is…" The shrunken freshman squinted. "A skunk?"

"Yeah," said Lucky. "Back at my old school, everyone used to call me 'Lucky Skunk.' Dunno why. But I figured it could make a good Twitch handle." The giant femboy stopped as if recalling some distant memory, then grinned again. "You don't mind if I get changed real quick, do you?"

"D-do I mind?" Max blushed. "N-no. I-I mean, y-yeah, that's fine."

"Cool," said Lucky, peeling off his crop top and letting it drop to the floor. "Not sure why I'm asking, now that I think about it... I mean, you were just up my ass for, like, five hours." He shrugged. "So we're already at, like, what, third base?"

"T-third," Max stammered, unable to keep his eyes off the giant femboy's pale, pudgy, glistening torso. "Third base?"

"You know..." Seemingly unaware of just how much he was toying with the three-inch-tall, 18-year-old virgin, Lucky kept pushing. "'Touching below the waist'?"

"Oh!" Again, Max did his best to force an unconvincing laugh. "Heh, yeah, good one."

"You're funny, dude," Lucky chuckled. Then, with his shrunken guest looking on, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his skid-marked underwear and shimmied them down. 

While Max quickly averted his gaze, he still got an extended eyeful of the giant femboy's chubby, curvy figure—especially his monumental, visibly-steamy cock and balls. Even soft, Lucky's cock was at least eight or nine inches long — significantly bigger than Max's cock had ever been, and nearly three times his current size — and it stank. Turning that thought over in his head — and feeling his comparatively pathetic unit getting even harder — the shrunken freshman blushed redder than ever.

"Damn, these are ripe," Lucky scoffed, sniffing the seat of his briefs before tossing them into a pile of similarly filthy underwear in one corner of the room. "Hope you don't mind the smell, dude. I haven't showered in, uh… heh, honestly, I forget."

"Oh, uh, n-no worries," Max mumbled, still trying to avoid looking directly at Lucky. "I-it's fine."

"You sure?" Taking a few steps back toward the desk — and giving Max an even more unavoidable view of his colossal package — the giant femboy finally seemed to notice how uncomfortable his shrunken guest was getting. “You’re lookin’ a little… red…”

"I'm g-good, really," Max insisted, muscling down the feelings of lightheadedness — and continued arousal — that Lucky's musk was starting to inspire. In truth, some small, strange part of him found the experience of having the giant femboy's equally giant junk dangling above him downright overwhelming—but the rest of him, the part that wanted to get out of here at some point, knew better than admitting that right now. Thankfully, his host remained too stoned to recognize the specific nature of his discomfort—or his raging boner.

"Alright," Lucky chuckled, turning back to the bed. "Just thought I'd check. Anyway, lemme get this stuff on real quick." 

As the giant femboy bent down to grab his streaming gear, he unintentionally subjected his shrunken guest to yet another sensory overload: an unfiltered waft of butt funk from his exposed, unwashed crack. The sight and smell were enough to make Max grimace, but neither lasted long. While his host needed several seconds to adjust himself and get his cock and balls back under control as he pulled his skunk-tailed panties up over his thick thighs and considerable bulge, his matching crop top and thigh-highs went on much faster. 

"There we go," said Lucky, spinning around and striking a pose for Max. "What do you think?"

"C-cool," said the shrunken freshman, reduced to sitting down on the desk and crossing his legs to hide his frustratingly persistent boner. Lucky's final outfit, completed with his usual skunk-ear beanie, was like something out of a JRPG—and it continued to leave nothing about his eye-popping figure to the imagination. Not that Max's imagination needed any additional ammunition after his close-up with the giant femboy's junk. 

"Right?" Again, Lucky grinned. "Hey, uh, that reminds me… I was thinking, for the livestream… would you maybe wanna, like, go back in my ass for a bit?"