Streaming With Lucky Shrunken First Semester chapter 6 by maximally

"Back in..." Max shuddered. "Your ass?" 

Against his better instincts, the shrunken freshman tried to consider his host's proposal in something like rational terms. From where he currently stood, the idea of spending even one more second under Lucky's ass sounded like torture. Then again, he was relying on this guy to keep him safe from every other full-sized person in this dorm—and in the grand scheme of things, he knew that wasn't nothing. He also knew that playing along would probably help him stay on the giant femboy's good side and make it easier to revisit the subject of going to the health center tomorrow—both of which were, objectively, much higher priorities than avoiding giant pucker face-time. Somehow, just eight or nine hours into being three inches tall, these were the terms he was beginning to think in.

"Hello?" Lucky's grin became a frown. "Earth to little dude?"

"I... well..." Swallowing his pride, Max forced his head to nod. "Okay. But if I do this for you... can you help me get back to normal tomorrow?"

Again, Lucky shrugged. "I mean... like I said, I've never seen a shrunken guy get back to normal. But, yeah fuck it, I guess I can ask around."

"Cool," said Max. "So... it's a deal?"

"Yeah," said Lucky, extending his hand to his guest. "You ready to go now?"

Max forced another nod. "Ready as I'm gonna be, I guess."

"Don't worry," Lucky chuckled, reaching down and scooping the shrunken freshman off the table. "My roommate used to let me do this with his guys all the time, and they never had any trouble back there. Mostly."

"Oh," said Max, starting to feel the weight of the decision he'd just made. "I, uh... that's... good to hear."

"For sure." Bringing Max around to the crack of his ass, Lucky pulled his panties to the side just enough to stuff the shrunken freshman in. Then, before the giant femboy's guest could offer any second thoughts, he was returned to the smothering confines of Lucky's cheeks. "Comfy?"

"Mmmphh," Max mumbled, trying to take a few final fart-free breaths as Lucky's fingers pressed him further down. Already, from smell alone, he could tell that he was nearing deepest, darkest, most unwashed depths of the giant femboy's ass—and a split second later, he felt his face pressing right up against an all-too-familiar ring of wrinkly, rancid, conspicuously un-wiped flesh. Somehow, it smelled even worse than it had this morning. And that was saying something.

"Damn, dude!" Mistaking Max's initial moment of backdoor contact for a kiss, Lucky gave his cheeks a playful clench. "You sure you're not some kinda perv?"

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As Max opened his mouth to deny Lucky's accusation, unaware that his voice would have no ability to carry up to his host's ears, the giant femboy's asshole offered its own perspective—one that was just as worrisomely loud and smelly as ever. Several hours of gaming and smoking had only made his crack more unpleasant, and with every lungful of stink, Max could feel himself getting even more dangerously lightheaded. Whether he'd get through a whole livestream of this alive, he had no idea.

"Now..." Settling himself into his chair and pressing Max even harder against his asshole, Lucky licked his lips. Then, turning on his webcam and ring light, adjusting the LED string lights on his walls to his trademark shade of green, and pulling his headphones back on, he booted up his stream and set to work. "Let's get gaming!"

While the giant femboy had now been streaming for the better part of a year — the primary hobby to come out of his transfer into House Proserpina — he had yet to attract more than a few dozen followers. Those that stuck around mostly did so in hopes of getting a glimpse of his monster cock, or clipping him whenever he took a risk on the occasional extra-wet fart. Of course, Lucky didn't realize that this was the crux of his appeal. As far as he was concerned, this was all in the service of his future dream career as a professional esports player—more or less the only part of his current life that he actually took seriously. 

"Whaaaaats up, chat," the giant femboy drawled, grabbing his bong for a quick rip and exhaling a column of smoke directly into his microphone. "This is Lucky Skunk, signing on."

As Lucky got back to gaming, Max did his best to readjust to the crushing pressure and musky, funky smell of his giant captor's ass. For all the time he'd spent fantasizing about his "first time" back in high school, he'd never imagined ending up in a situation like this... especially with another guy.

Up until now, he'd always considered himself straight—and "big slobby femboy" wasn't exactly his type. This specific big slobby femboy had also just spent most of the afternoon farting in his face, and, from here, his evening looked like it would shape up much the same way. Still, there was no ignoring all the newfound funny feelings he'd been having since Lucky had first sat on him a few hours ago. Without even trying, this guy was doing things to Max's mind that no girl ever had—possibly because Max had never been this unintentionally intimate with another human being before today.

Even with 210 pounds of fat, stinky sophomore bearing down on him — and a tractor tire-sized asshole pressed against his face like some kind of sci-fi monster — the shrunken freshman quickly got stuck on a few simple questions. Was he bi? Just as importantly, was Lucky? If Lucky was into guys, did he have a boyfriend? And if Max managed to get back to normal, was there a world where they could spend more time together?

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Right then, as if to answer all of Max's questions, Lucky's ass chimed in again with another hot, wet word of its own — giving Max a much-needed reality check. Muscling his way through another unwelcome lungful of rancid burrito gas, the three-inch virgin finally accepted that he wasn't in the best headspace to unpack his feelings about his captor. Maybe, for now, the best thing he could hope to do was sit back and try to keep sleeping off his hangover.

"Shit," Lucky chuckled, grinding his hips against his chair to offset the sudden wetness in his crack — and pressing his shrunken guest even further up into the blast zone. "Did my mic pick that up? Nobody clip that."

For Max's captor, the rest of the evening was a blissful haze of smoking, gaming, snacking, and ripping ass. For Max, it was hell. Buried under Lucky's sizeable rump, pulled in and out of consciousness whenever the giant femboy farted, he had no luck replenishing his energy reserves — and not for lack of effort. As one hour became two, then three, then seven, he wanted nothing more than to fall asleep... but his captor's digestive system kept having other ideas.

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When Lucky let loose for the sixtieth or seventieth time that afternoon, Max managed to push his giant host's asshole away from his face just long enough to avoid the worrisomely wet finale. While this day's events had done a lot to make him adjust to Lucky's constant emissions, it hadn't done much to make them smell — or taste — any better. The lingering nausea he'd been experiencing since waking up still hadn't gone anywhere, either.

Meanwhile, his host was rounding out the best day of League of Legends he'd played in months—and the fart he'd just cut in Max's face signaled the end of a particularly pivotal match. Clicking through to the postgame menu, he shivered with excitement. Then, seeing the screen he'd been working toward for the last several weeks, he leaned back in his chair and pumped his fist. 

"Fuck yes!" Lucky shouted—as much as he could in his current thoroughly stoned state. "Man... we did it, guys! Grandmaster!"

As the giant femboy began to bask in his moment of triumph, his followers lit up his chat in their usual thirsty fashion.

GoonerHaze69: Show us your cock to celebrate? Lol

FemboyLover420: Congrats! Now post hole plz

Number1LuckySimp: GG! Can you fart again

"You guys have zero chill." Scanning the chat, Lucky scoffed. Then, feeling a familiar struggling sensation in the back of his underwear, he cracked a smirk. "That reminds me, though... get a load of this..."

As Max felt the walls of his fleshy prison parting, he froze. Was Lucky really about to show him off on his stream? What if someone from Ventus saw him? Or one of his old high school classmates back home? Or his stepmom or stepsister? Every aspect of this seemed like bad news—but before he had any time to figure out a way to avoid getting grabbed, he was already out and dangling right in front of the giant femboy's webcam.

"Chat," said Lucky, grinning proudly. "This is Max! Max, meet my chat."

Looking down at Lucky's monitors, Max was relieved to find the viewer count hovering in the mid-double digits. Fortunately, there weren't too many people watching the stream right now — potentially clipping footage of him, naked, drenched in Lucky's butt sweat — although the ones in the chat were very excited to see him. Some of their messages were enough to make him start blushing all over again.

GoonerHaze69: CRUSH HIM W YOUR COCK PLS

xXxStinky_boixXx: OMG fart on himmmmmm 

Number1LuckySimp: lol you should eat him lol

FemboyLover420: put him up your ass put him up your ass put him up your ass

D0mmyM0mmy: STEP ON HIM ASAP 

"Alright, alright, settle down, ya fuckin' coomers," Lucky chuckled, rolling his eyes at the continuous stream of horny feedback. "No fuckin' way I'd do that to my new costar. Right, Max?"

With his giant host grinning down at him, Max had no choice but to force one more nod. The idea of becoming Lucky's new livestreaming costar seemed like it could poke several holes in his plans for returning to normal—but it also seemed to be the only thing holding the giant femboy back from considering his chat's suggestions. "R-right, yeah."

"Someone clip that," said Lucky, grinning wider than ever. "Might need it for later. Anyway, it's like two in the morning here, so I think I'm gonna call it there." Shifting to one side in his chair again, the giant femboy offered an over-the-top wink—and one more fart.

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"This is Lucky Skunk," said the giant femboy, waving the air in front of his face with one and flashing a peace sign with the other. "Signing off!"

With that, the broadcast was over. Only then did Lucky return Max to his perch on the table—where the shrunken freshman immediately dropped to his knees, once again coughing and gagging for breath.

"Nice work, dude," said Lucky, switching off his mic, camera and ring light. "You were a little stiff, but we can work on that."

"Thanks," said Max, taking great care to mask his current outrage and disbelief. "I uh... I wasn't expecting you to bring me out for that."

"Oh, really? My bad," Lucky smirked. "I figured you knew what you were signing up for."

"I guess not," said Max, standing on still-shaky legs. Part of him, the same part that was starting to regret not hiding from Lucky this morning, was really wondering if he was in over his head here. The giant femboy clearly had a very different sense of boundaries than he did—and he really didn't want to run the risk of going viral as a continued presence on his streams. 

"Well," Lucky yawned, rolling his chair around to face his bed. "It's still kinda early, but I might crash. You wanna just bunk with me?"

"Huh?" Again, Max blushed. Based on all his recent experience being in close proximity to Lucky, bunking with him seemed like a recipe for getting stuck back under his ass—but with every cell in his exhausted, three-inch body desperately craving rest, he couldn't think of any alternative. "I... guess that works. Thanks."

"Sure," said Lucky, scooping the shrunken freshman up and shuffling across the room. "No worries."

Depositing Max on one of his crusty, lumpy pillows, the giant femboy wasted no time flopping down beside him. The resulting impact was hard enough to make the whole bed creak—and was accompanied by a final thunderous fart.

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"God damn, that one was gnarly. Sorry bro," Lucky chuckled, wiggling his hips and sending the skunk tail on his panties swaying. 

"N-no problem," Max choked out, still trying to roll with the punches. "I'm sure I'll get used to it."

"I'm sure you will." Lucky grinned and stretched out on the bed, curves jiggling. "Well... night, dude."

"Night." Laying down on Lucky's pillow, mentally blocking out the giant femboy's various odors, Max let out another long sigh. In every possible way, this day had been full of surprises—and from where he sat right now, tomorrow wasn't looking any easier.