Max's New Calling 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—even if he was relying on this guy to keep him safe from every other full-sized person in this dorm, and still had high hopes for getting the giant femboy to help him out of here tomorrow. Surely, there had to be some other way to get through the rest of this day without going back down there. Then again, if his host was seriously considering turning him into a shrunken fart pad for another few hours, he probably wouldn't settle for any old alternative.

"I, well..." Scanning Lucky up and down again, Max swallowed hard. Every inch of the giant femboy's chubby, curvy figure looked just as fetid as ever, especially the part covered by his new thigh-highs. The white bottoms of each sock were almost brown from continuous exposure to his musky toes — and from walking around this filthy room all the time — and practically radiated stink. The more the shrunken freshman found himself staring down at his host's feet, the more it gave him an idea—and before he had any time to consider its implications, he opened his mouth to offer it up. "Maybe there's something else I could do for you."

"Oh?" Lucky raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"

"I dunno," said Max, blushing again. "Like, maybe I could... like... rub your feet?"

"Rub my feet?" Lucky grinned. "You sure you're not some kinda perv, dude?"

"Me?" Max shook his head. "N-no! I just..."

"Relax, man, I'm just messing with you. I'm cool with that if you are." Shuffling over and settling back into his gaming chair, Lucky returned his huge soles to their spot on the desk—just a few inches from Max's perch. "Fair warning, though... they're probably gonna be pretty smelly."

"Gotcha," said Max, feeling the full weight of the decision he'd just made hitting him all at once—along with another overpowering wave of foot funk. From his diminished perspective, 'smelly' already seemed like a profound understatement. "Well... okay."

Taking a few tentative steps toward Lucky, Max could feel the cheesy aura getting even worse. Each of the giant femboy's feet was at least three times his size — easily capable of squashing him flat without a second thought — and they absolutely reeked. Still, reminding himself of everything he was avoiding by doing this, he pushed on. A second later, he was face to face with Lucky's right sole—and when he placed his hands against it, he heard his giant host let out a little purr of approval.

"Damn," said Lucky. "You're not that bad down there."

"Oh," said Max, now almost bright red. "T-thanks."

"I didn't say stop, though." Playfully nudging his foot against his idle tiny guest, Lucky chuckled. "C'mon, I'll fire up the stream."

"Okay," said Max, hoping and praying he'd end up out of frame for what happened next.

As the shrunken freshman did his best to immerse himself in his current task, the giant femboy leaned forward to turn on his webcam and ring light, adjust the LED string lights on the walls to his trademark shade of green, and pull his headphones on. Then, and only then, he logged into Twitch and went live.

While Lucky 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, the aspiring esports athlete didn't realize that this was the crux of his appeal. As far as he was concerned, this was all in the service of a future career in pro gaming—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. And I've got a special guest! Everyone say hi to Max."

"Huh?" Turning around, Max could feel all the color draining from his face. While he'd been busy rubbing Lucky's soles, the giant femboy had adjusted his webcam to put his new shrunken foot masseuse right in the middle of the frame—and his small but dedicated audience was already starting to react in the chat. 

GoonerHaze69: OMG you got a miniguy??? X33333

xXxStinky_boixXx: fart on him? Lol

Number1LuckySimp: take off your socks! let those grippers breathe

"Pfft," Lucky scoffed, wiggling his toes in Max's face. "You really think I'd take my socks off right now? You want this guy to pass out?"

Again, the chat responded with a torrent of almost violent enthusiasm—enough to make Max reflexively shudder again. Something told him that most of this guy's followers were other Loser House residents. That would explain their openly depraved commentary, at least. Hopefully, his host wasn't one to take their suggestions.

"Don't worry about them, dude. They're always like that." Registering a subtle shiver against his foot, Lucky gave his shrunken guest another nudge of encouragement—one that proved worrisomely reassuring to Max. "You're doing great." 

"T-thanks," Max mumbled, again doing his best to focus on the task at hand. With the warm, stinky bulk of the giant femboy's foot all around him, he did, admittedly, feel a curious sense of accomplishment. When he closed his eyes, it almost felt like a hug. 

"Anyway," said Lucky, glancing back into his webcam and grinning. "Let's get gaming!"

*

For Lucky, the rest of the evening was a blissful haze of smoking, gaming, snacking, and ripping ass. For Max, it was hell. Stuck face to face with the giant femboy's feet, with every muscle in his body shot from the demands of delivering a foot massage for a 5'9" guy at three inches tall, he was finding it increasingly difficult to stay upright—but still didn't want to risk the alternative.

By now, he'd run his hands over every inch of both of Lucky's feet, from his heels to his toes—and was just as covered in funk as his host's socks. Even if he got back to normal after this, something told him that he'd never get the smell of the giant femboy's foot funk out of his nose. Whether this had been any better than just going back in his ass — especially with the added humiliation of knowing that there was a whole audience of people on Twitch watching him — was increasingly hard to say.

BBBRBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRTRRPTPLTLTLTLTLTTTT

When Lucky let loose for the sixtieth or seventieth time that afternoon, Max managed to cover his mouth just long enough to avoid the bulk of the blast. While this day's events had done a lot to make him adjust to the giant femboy's constant emissions, it hadn't done much to make said emissions any more pleasant to be around. 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 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—nearly flattening Max under his foot in the process.

"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: Cockvore your miniguy to celebrate?

FemboyLover420: Congrats! You should put Max up your ass

Number1LuckySimp: GG! Can you fart on the shrunken guy

"You guys have zero chill." Scanning the chat, Lucky scoffed. "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 a nod. The idea of becoming Lucky's new livestreaming costar seemed like it could poke several holes in his plans for returning to normal — especially if it involved more giant-sized foot rubs — 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.

BBRRRRRTTTTTTT

"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 remove his feet from the desk again—sending his new three-inch costar dropping to his knees, once again coughing and gagging for breath.

"Nice work, dude," said Lucky, switching off his mic, camera and ring light. "For a while there we had like, a thousand people in the chat!"

"Oh, wow," said Max, feeling his face getting warm again as he started to wonder if any of those viewers had recognized him. "I uh... I wasn't expecting to be on camera 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 — the fate he'd just avoided by subjecting himself to an even more humiliating stint on his stream — 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.

BRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT

"God damn, that one was gnarly," 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.