Femboy Meets Fleshlight Shrunken First Semester chapter 5 by maximally

Processing what Lucky was saying, Max froze. 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 size on hold for the foreseeable future or get eaten. Clearly, he'd made a massive mistake by not hiding from this guy when he'd had the chance.

"Hello?" Lucky squinted. "Earth to little dude?"

As Max struggled to think of a way to de-escalate this situation, he found it harder and harder to see his giant would-be captor as anything other than an obstacle. Recalling the events of the afternoon to date, Lucky had been the single most significant confounding variable in his attempts to escape this living nightmare—and now, to add insult to injury, he was threatening to eat him. With that in mind, he understood that the time for diplomacy had passed. If he was going to get out of here in one piece, he was going to have to take matters into his own hands. 

Feeling a deeply uncharacteristic surge of adrenaline, the shrunken freshman surveyed his surroundings and noticed a tenuous but viable path to freedom. With a running jump, he could probably make it off his perch on the desk and break his fall on a nearby pile of dirty clothes—and once he got down to the floor, it would be a straight shot to one of the air vents by the door. While the whole thing had been taped shut by the room's occupant to mask the smell of his constant smoke sessions, Max had to believe he still had enough physical power to peel away a strip of tape. And there was only one way to find out.

"...you okay, dude?" Lucky narrowed his eyes, noticing just how tense his shrunken guest suddenly seemed. "You look a little... hey, what the-" 

Before the giant femboy could finish his thought, Max took off sprinting toward the edge of the desk. This caught the thoroughly stoned Lucky off guard, and by the time he reflexively slammed his hand down on the spot where the three-inch freshman had once stood, Max had already jumped. Dropping the equivalent of several dozen feet and landing rather unceremoniously in a pile of Lucky's heavily used undies, he found himself totally unharmed—and the rush of accomplishment that followed was more than enough to get him back up and start running, faster than he'd ever run before, all the way across the floor and over to the air vent.

"Hey, dude, c'mon!" Swiveling around in his chair, Lucky almost looked upset. "I was just joking!"

Rather than acknowledging this obvious lie, Max focused on grabbing the nearest piece of tape covering the vent and pulling with all his might—only to realize that he was now far too small to tear it away. Pulling again, he got the same result. "Oh," he groaned, "shit..."

Unfortunately, this moment of realization gave Max's giant captor a considerable window of opportunity to get him back—one that he wasted no time capitalizing on. As the shrunken freshman tried one more desperate pull, he felt a familiar set of huge, funky-smelling fingers clamping down on him—and a split-second later, he was dangling in front of Lucky's scowling face.

"Are you nuts, dude?" Looking Max up and down, the giant femboy shook his head. "Do you have any idea what most of the girls out there would do with a guy like you?"

"Let me go," Max grunted, kicking and pushing back against the confines of Lucky's grip with all his might. "Please!"

"Why?" Lucky's scowl deepened—more skeptical than outright mad. "So you can go get stepped on by some 400-pound shut-in?"

"I said... let me go!" To prove that he wasn't messing around, Max escalated his resistance to a level he'd held off on until now—biting Lucky's finger hard enough to draw blood.

"OW!" Lucky winced, pulling his hand away and sending Max plummeting from his grasp. "Dude, what the hell?"

When Max hit the floor, slamming into the carpet with an audible thud, he could feel all the wind get knocked out of him all at once. The fact that he was even alive after a drop like this, the equivalent of getting kicked off the top of a five-story building, seemed like a miracle. Of course, he didn't have long to savor that miracle before his giant captor stooped down to pick him up again—grabbing him by the legs to avoid another bite.

"So much for doing this the easy way," said Lucky, shuffling back to his desk. Scanning his things for a suitable place to contain his shrunken guest, the giant femboy's eyes were quickly drawn to the slimy, heavily used fleshlight beside his second monitor. Picking up the visibly fetid cylinder, he couldn't help cracking a grin—especially as he saw Max start to piece together what was about to happen. "Sorry in advance, dude."

"W-wait a second, Lucky," Max stammered, face going white. "Y-you don't have to do this, I swear... I'm really sorry about the whole biting thing..."

"Yeah," said Lucky. "You should be. I ask if you wanna keep chilling, and your first response is to bite me?" 

"I... I dunno," said Max, forcing an upside-down shrug. "I just..."

"Look," Lucky sighed, dangling the shrunken freshman over the top of the fleshlight. "We can talk about this later. But right now you're really starting to harsh my vibe. Now, in you go."

Before Max could respond, his giant captor released his grip—sending him plummeting into a slimy, crusty chasm of loose, floppy silicone. Based on how well-worn the interior of the toy seemed to be, it had seen at least one or two years of constant daily use—and based on the accompanying smell, it was entirely possible that its owner had never washed it once. It was also remarkably roomy — given that it was the largest model the manufacturer offered, and it had spent upwards of 24 months getting stretched out by Lucky's monster cock — which meant that there was nothing to keep Max from sliding down to the bottom and landing in a half-inch of congealed cum. 

Spitting to keep from swallowing a mouthful of Lucky's slime, Max let out another groan. If getting trapped under the giant femboy's ass had been disgusting, this was something else entirely—and after a few half-hearted attempts to scale the enclosure's ribbed walls, he quickly realized it would be no use. For his captor's current purposes, in addition to being the single most disgusting place he could have dropped him, it was an absolutely perfect prison.

"That's better," said Lucky, ready to return to gaming. "I'll check on you later, 'kay?" Without waiting for a response, he grabbed his bong and prepared to take another hit. "Kay."

*

For Lucky, the rest of the afternoon was a blissful haze of smoking, gaming, snacking, and ripping ass. For Max, it was hell. Trapped in the giant femboy's fleshlight, surrounded by slimy, smelly gobs of old cum, he was powerless to keep from dwelling on just how much he'd miscalculated Lucky's earlier ultimatum. The only question now was whether or not he would follow through on his earlier promise to take him back out.

Of course, at this point, his giant captor had a far more pressing problem to deal with—namely, his mounting feelings of horniness. After several hours of nonstop high-stakes gaming, he was feeling predictably pent up and ready for release—and after all the weed he'd been smoking in between rounds of League of Legends, he'd completely forgotten the shrunken freshman still imprisoned in his favorite sex toy. Closing out his latest successful match, he could feel his eyes wandering back over to the fleshlight—and the more he considered the prospect of celebrating a long day of gaming by busting a big, fat nut, the more his cock started rising to the occasion. 

"Hmm..." Glancing between his bulging manhood and the fleshlight, Lucky scowled again. For some reason, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something he was supposed to remember right now, although the swirling haze of hormones and cannabis in his head made it hard to pin down what that was. "Eh," he said, grabbing the toy and sliding out of his briefs. "Whatever."

Registering that his slimy prison was moving, Max grimaced. While he had no clue what Lucky was getting up to outside — and the acoustics of the silicon sleeve made it hard for any noise to get inside — he had a feeling it wasn't good. Then, the whole structure inverted, leaving him clinging to the ribbed walls for dear life. "Oh, shit," he breathed, realizing what was about to happen next. "Is he gonna...

"Mmm..." Easing all eleven inches of his fully-erect cock — or, at least, the seven that would actually fit — into his favorite toy, Lucky bit his lip. The further he pushed into the fleshlight, the more he felt a curious tingling sensation against the tip of his shaft. It was like this toy had some kind of vibrating element he'd never known of before today. Better yet, as he started to fill the interior with precum, the tingling only got more intense—and on top of all his existing feelings of horniness, this only inspired him to start pumping faster.

Naturally, this vibrating element was none other than Max—doing his best to put up any kind of resistance against Lucky's giant, musky cock. Every time it slammed back into him, the shrunken freshman felt like he was getting hit by a freight train of flesh—and it just kept happening. With every pump, he was forced deeper and deeper against the back walls of the fleshlight, and based on the sheer amount of pressure and force that the giant femboy brought into every pump, he once again felt surprised that he wasn't dead. Unsurprisingly, the experience of getting literally fucked into submission by a cock five times his size was quite unpleasant—and the idea that he was also technically losing his virginity right now seemed like a pitiful consolation prize in the face of the sheer discomfort it entailed.

As usual, after a long day of gaming and smoking, it didn't take long before Lucky was ready to bust—and when he did, everything got even worse for his shrunken captive. Because the fleshlight was already thoroughly saturated with old cum, there wasn't much additional space for the giant femboy's latest load. When he started cumming, it quickly came bubbling up out of the vents in the top and bottom, totally flooding the interior — and Max — with a sea of milky nut. While the shrunken freshman continued to remain inexplicably alive and conscious through this entire experience, some part of him really wished he wasn't—and another just as worrisome part, hopelessly broken by the day's inexplicable progression of events, was starting to love every second of it. 

"Ahhh," Lucky sighed, slumping back in his chair and returning his toy to its usual place on his desk—unintentionally preventing Max from getting any relief from the sea of cum still swishing around inside. "Hell yeah, dude..."

Now doggy-paddling to stay afloat within the fleshlight, Max felt less sure about his prospects than ever. The fact that Lucky still hadn't noticed him through the whole experience of jacking off really wasn't reassuring—and he still couldn't figure out any way out of this device. Could he expect to be trapped like this forever? Only time would tell... but from here, things weren't looking good.

THE END

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