Riding With Ravi Shrunken First Semester chapter 6 by maximally

Staring up at Ravi — and seeing how the giant femboy was staring down at him — Max grimaced. Unfortunately, it increasingly seemed like there was no of getting out of this situation without ending up under someone's ass—and if his two options were Ravi and Kali, he knew what he had to do. Swallowing his pride and discarding every shred of rationality still telling him to turn tail and run, he stepped forward and started walking toward his captor's rump. 

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"Whoops!" Grinning, Ravi gave his hips another little wiggle. "Probably shoulda waited until you got back there to let that one go, huh?"

Suppressing another coughing fit, Max kept moving—but with every step, the musky, septic aura surrounding the giant femboy's ass got harder and harder to ignore. The whole Chandra family had some seriously weapons-grade digestive systems, and he wasn't looking forward to getting any closer to Ravi's. All that kept him moving was the knowledge that the alternative was his even bigger, smellier and more openly sadistic sister. 

In a matter of seconds, the three-inch freshman had reached the crack of Ravi's rump—and with another deep breath, he began the process of climbing inside. At his newly diminished size, it took considerable effort to pry the giant femboy's mountainous cheeks apart enough to slip in. Still, ignoring all his lingering reservations, he kept pushing forward—and with one final burst of energy, he forced himself all the way into his captor's asscrack with a final slurp of booty sweat.

"There you go," Ravi purred, arching his back a little to press his ass further toward his tiny captive. "Good boy."

The moment Max slipped into the giant femboy's crack, his world dissolved into suffocating heat and pressure. Feeling Ravi's cheeks clenching instinctively around him— almost like they'd done this a thousand times before — the shrunken freshman was dragged even deeper into a sweaty, stinky, smothering embrace. The smell was indescribable — almost like Ravi hadn't wiped after his last bathroom break — and as he felt his captor's giant asshole starting to bulge out against him, he realized that it was about to get even worse.

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When the giant femboy let loose again, the resulting gust of gas quickly became the only thing that Max could breathe. As Ravi's laughter boomed all around him, he gagged—but made no effort to escape. For now, especially in the presence of Ravi's sister, resistance was futile.

"Dang, how about that," the giant femboy chuckled. "Looks like we might have overestimated him."

"He's not trying to escape?" Kali sneered. "That was easy."

"Seriously." Ravi shook his head. "I feel like they never give up that fast... and he had so much energy at first."

"Maybe this one's something special." Kali crossed her arms. "For a bug."

"Could be," said Ravi, shrugging. "Either that, or he's just that scared of you."

"Entirely possible," Kali smirked. "He's just my type, too."

"Well, finders keepers." Giving his cheeks another clench around his new butt boy, Ravi sat up from the bed and re-adjusted his skirt. "Say, you eat yet?"

"I have not." Kali shrugged back. "But I could."

*

Because it was noon on a Saturday, Ventus's main cafeteria was absolutely packed. Near the door to the fitness center, several tables of House Diana Jocks were engaged in a protein shake chugging competition; near the door to the library, a gaggle of House Minerva nerds were locked in some kind of fandom debate over a platter of sushi; near the door to the quad, a table of House Fortuna girls inexplicably appeared to be having mimosas, likely having bribed someone at the school to be able to drink in here; and near the door to the bathrooms, a few fetid-looking House Proserpina types were digging into several cartoonishly-overloaded trays of food with reckless abandon. As the Chandra siblings strolled into the room, a hundred lively conversations filled the air—but as their fellow students clocked their arrival, the whole space fell to an uncertain hush.

Basking in the discomfort of her peers, Kali couldn't help smiling. She'd worked hard to build her current reputation and always enjoyed seeing it in action—especially on the faces of every male student in this place. "Out of the way," she scoffed, sauntering up to the lunch line and hip-checking a few male freshmen aside to secure a spot for herself and her brother. "Big girl, coming through."

"Sorry, guys," Ravi chuckled, bouncing by the hapless freshmen and crop-dusting the whole line with a well-timed S.B.D. "You know the rules around here."

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As yet another blast of rancid stink squeaked out of the giant femboy's ass, the shrunken freshman pressed up against his pucker could only wince. Battered back and forth by his captor's cheeks with every step, with nothing to breathe but musk and farts, he had nothing but time to reflect on all the ways this day had changed his life for the worse—and was already having second thoughts about his decision to climb in here willingly. While he still knew he'd made the right call by aligning himself with Ravi, the giant femboy was still just the lesser of two big, smelly, sadistic evils. 

"You still seeing that one guy?" Loudly chowing through two slices of pizza at once, Kali punctuated her question with a bassy burp. "What was his name again? Your old roommate?"

"You mean Lucky? We're just friends." Seeing the skepticism in his sister's eyes, Ravi exhaled hard through his nose. "I mean, y'know. 'With benefits,' or whatever. But we're not dating."

"Ah," said Kali. "Good. I don't like that guy."

"You don't like any guys," said Ravi, shaking his head. "Except for little ol' me."

"True. But that guy fucking reeks." The Indian amazon smirked. "And you know it's bad when I'm saying that."

"You're not wrong." Returning his sister's smirk, Ravi bit his lip. "Damn. Maybe I should hit him up later…"

"Keep it in your pants," said Kali, rolling her eyes. "You're gonna make me vomit."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Ravi, reaching for another slice before stopping himself. "Now that you mention it, I should probably pace myself a little bit, too."

"Watching your figure, are we?" Kali's smirk curdled into a grin. "That's new."

"Eh, not really." Ravi chuckled. "Just, y'know. Pizza and getting fucked in the ass don't really mix."

Still listening in from his perch between the giant femboy's cheeks, Max swallowed hard. If that was what he had to look forward to later, his chances of survival wouldn't be getting any better any time soon. 

"Congratulations." Pushing her tray away, Kali seemed simultaneously impressed and disgusted. "You have officially ruined my appetite." 

"Damn, for real?" Grabbing a slice from his sister's plate, Ravi took a triumphant bite and grinned again. "You're losing your edge, sis."

"I don't know about that," said Kali, standing up to leave. "I just don't need that mental image in my head right now. Or ever, for that matter."

"Suit yourself," said Ravi, shrugging—and shooting a playful wink at a table of thoroughly confused-looking freshman boys behind them. "Seems like you're in the minority there."

"Whatever." Turning to leave, the Indian amazon offered her brother a final nod. "Did Mom text you about getting dinner tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Ravi nodded. "I guess I'll see you then?"

"Yeah," said Kali. "Sounds like a plan."

*

When Ravi got back to his room in the Unaffiliated Students' Dorm, it was almost 2 PM—and when he closed the door and started peeling off his clothes, he completely forgot about the three-inch-tall young man who'd been stuck up his ass for the last few hours. "Shit," he chuckled, attempting to break Max's fall with one of his sock-clad feet and accidentally kicking the shrunken freshman hackeysack style into the nearest pile of dirty clothes on his floor. "Sorry, dude."

Pulling himself up after landing face-first in a worrisomely brown-smudged pair of purple undies, Max grimaced. At last, he'd made it back out of Ravi's ass—and his newfound surroundings didn't offer him any reassurance.

Unlike most people in USD, Ravi lived alone—although this wasn't by design. After Lucky had been kicked out of the dorm the previous year for multiple hygiene violations, the space had been deemed too foul to reassign to any other student—and since Ravi had been willing to stick around, he'd been allowed to remain there by himself. The air still hung heavy with the lingering scent of weed and farts — the primary culprits for Lucky's relocation into the Loser House — although several candles and incense holders on Ravi's desk seemed to be giving it some competition.

In keeping with his personal aesthetic, the giant femboy's room was every bit as gothic as he was—from the dark purple walls covered in posters for games like Dark Souls and shows like Death Note, to the black carpet dotted with patches of dirty black clothes, to the several pieces of black furniture that dominated the space. A set of thick purple curtains obscured any light from the outside world, and the only light inside came from the glow of several monitors on Ravi's desk. It was here that Max's captor was now settled, making himself comfortable in his big black gaming chair, resting his feet beside his light-up keyboard and scrolling on his feeds. Now, for better or worse, the two undergrads were alone. The only question now was how Max would choose to play things from here.