An Unlucky End 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 the giant femboys'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 his captor's omnipresent musk and funk.

Thinking through the possible worst-case scenarios of such a conversation, the shrunken freshman couldn't help shuddering. On the one hand, there was the clear possibility that Lucky would mistake him for some kind of errant bug and squash him on the spot. On the other hand, there was the equally worrisome possibility that he'd respond too well and decide to turn his unexpected guest into a full-time butt toy. With those kinds of outcomes in mind, Max had no interest in letting his survival ride on his lackluster social skills. 

This left one option—which was still quite far from ideal but seemed like a much safer bet than trying to talk his way out of this. He would simply have to bide his time until Lucky went to bed and then sneak out on his own... even if that meant spending a few more hours cooped up between the giant femboy's cheeks. 

"Fuck it," Max sighed, bracing himself as he felt Lucky's colossal pucker puckering up again. If he'd made it this far, he could make it a little further.

*

For Lucky, the rest of the afternoon was a blissful haze of smoking, gaming, snacking, and ripping ass. For Max, it was hell. Buried under the giant femboy's sizeable rump, pulled in and out of consciousness whenever his careless captor farted, he could feel himself getting weaker and more lightheaded with every passing minute. It was almost like Lucky was trying to suffocate him into submission—and the fact that he didn't even know he was doing it just made it more degrading. 

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As yet another enormous fart thundered out into Max's face, rousing him from an all-too-brief window of dazed, dreamless sleep, he grimaced. While the last several hours had done a lot to make him adjust to Lucky's constant emissions, they hadn't done much to make them smell any better—and this latest blast was especially big, rank, and wet. Based on the way his giant captor started shifting around in his chair in response, he seemed to sense that, too.

"Shit," Lucky grunted, hammering out a quick 'brb' message to his League of Legends teammates and rolling his gamer chair away from his desk. When he started having farts like this, it meant one thing and one thing only. Fortunately, unlike most other Loser House residents, he had his own ensuite bathroom — a necessity, given that there weren't any communal men's rooms anywhere else in the dorm — which meant relief was just a few steps away.

Heaving himself up from his chair and wading over the piles of dirty clothes, empty cans and junk food bags that dotted his floor, the giant femboy made a beeline for the bathroom. Meanwhile, down in his ass, battered back and forth by his cheeks with every step, Max braced himself for his long-awaited chance to escape. Without much sensory information beyond this constant battering, he wasn't sure what was happening outside—but for better or worse, he wouldn't have to wait long to find out. 

Between Lucky's comically unhealthy diet and supernaturally productive digestive system, his bathroom was rarely fully operational. His clogging problem had only intensified since he'd arrived in House Proserpina, to the point that the campus's janitors had started outright refusing to answer his service requests. There were weeks when his toilet went un-cleared for days at a time—but when he opened the lid today, against all odds, he found it in perfect working order.

"Nice," he chuckled, peeling off his briefs and planting his wide-set hips on the seat. "Woulda thought I'd be outta luck after that paint job this morning."


Ironically, if Lucky's toilet had been clogged, Max might have stood a better chance of avoiding a front-row seat to his next dump. Instead, as the giant femboy spread his cheeks, his shrunken captive was sent unceremoniously plummeting into a white-walled pool of frigid, slightly funky-smelling water—which he instantly recognized as the last place he wanted to be at his newfound size.

"Oh, fuck," Max groaned, frantically paddling to keep from going under. The water was absolutely freezing—and his current view was even more unpleasant. With no way to scale the walls of the toilet — and Lucky's puckering asshole, dick and balls looming overhead like a trio of giant monsters — he understood that he now had one last chance to avoid his most profound and disgusting moment of torment yet.

"LUCKY!! PLEASE!! DON'T DO THIS!!" Shouting at the top of his lungs, the shrunken freshman began using every ounce of energy he'd stored up to escape in an effort to get Lucky's attention—but the only response he got from the giant femboy was an equally giant waterfall of hot, syrupy piss. 

"Ahh," Lucky sighed, letting loose so hard that he could hear his own stream through his headphones. In a matter of seconds, he quickly succeeded in raising the temperature around his shrunken captive by several degrees—and raising the water level by several inches. This left Max struggling even harder to stay afloat, dosing him with waves of warm, smelly urine over and over until the deluge finally stopped.

"Bleh," Max sputtered, struggling to keep Lucky's piss out of his mouth. While this was the most objectively revolting thing he'd gone through today by far, he also knew it was just a taste of things to come. "LUCKY!!! HELP ME!!!"

Again, the shrunken freshman's pleas fell on deaf ears—and again, the closest thing to a response he got came from another of Lucky's orifices. Seeing the giant femboy's asshole starting to tense again, Max winced. What he'd done to deserve this, he had no idea. 

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When Lucky's pucker opened up again, it began with a fart. Then, the floodgates were open. As Max continued to watch in frozen terror, the giant femboy proceeded to push out a log of shit roughly eight inches long and three inches wide, big enough to perfectly span the distance between his asshole and the surface of the water—and when it broke off, it sent another wave of piss washing over the bowl's other shrunken occupant. This colossal brick was immediately followed by a second, a third, and a fourth, spewing out in rapid succession and coiling into a massive, foul pyramid right on top of the three-inch freshman.

If Max had been in hell up until now, this was something else entirely. All he could see, hear, feel, smell and taste was shit, and the crushing pressure on top of him only got worse with every additional log that Lucky dropped. If his final window to get the giant femboy's attention had yet to close, he wasn't optimistic about his chances of making the best of it from here.

While the shrunken freshman struggled to avoid succumbing to despair, his bottom-heavy tormentor was just as oblivious as ever. Aimlessly scrolling through his notifications — mostly blocking horny DMs from fellow Ventus students and his small but active Twitch following — with dubstep still blasting on his headphones, he still had absolutely no idea what was playing out below him—or that someone was about to see him fail to wipe. 

"Fuck," Lucky breathed, standing to survey his work. "That's better."

Glancing into the toilet, the giant femboy again failed to register the shrunken freshman below. Probably because said shrunken freshman was absolutely covered in shit. If Lucky had had his headphones off, he might have heard Max's final cry of defeat—but as it was, he remained blissfully ignorant.

As Max heard the toilet flushing, he could feel his heart sink—along with the rest of him. This was, officially, the worst day of his life. All he could do now was hope that he'd live to see another one... assuming he survived a one-way ticket to the Loser House's septic system.

THE END

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