Tongue-Bathing Ravi Shrunken First Semester chapter 7 by maximally

"H-hey, R-Ravi!" Raising his voice in hopes that it would carry over to his captor's desk, Max tried to project a tone of confidence—but when the giant femboy turned around and glanced down at him, he couldn't help wincing. "I mean, M-Master Ravi!"

Ravi tilted his head, his shaggy black hair shifting to reveal one glinting brown eye. "Hey," he said, a smirk creeping across his black-glossed lips. "I don't think we need to do the whole 'master' thing, do you?"

"H-huh?" Max squinted—partially out of uncertainty and partially because his eyes were starting to water thanks to the pile of used socks and underwear he was standing on. Based on everything his captor had already put him through, he had no reason to believe this wasn't another mind game. "W-what do you mean?"

"I mean, that's kinda my sister's thing." Ravi's smirk widened. He stood, his feet thudding against the carpet as he loomed over Max. "Doesn't really do anything for me. What about you?"

"Oh. Yeah." Breathing a sigh of relief, Max nodded—then, realizing how this could be interpreted, switched to shaking his head. "I-I mean n-no, not really." 

"You sure?" Crouching down to give Max an unrestricted view of the supernaturally pronounced bulge beneath his skirt, Ravi grinned. "No judgment here, dude."

No, yeah," said Max, registering the all-powerful scent of Ravi's musk creeping back into his nose—and feeling his face getting curiously warm. "Definitely."

"Alright," said Ravi, clearly enjoying his new plaything's flustered reactions. "I hope Kali didn't give you the wrong idea about me. She's always been a little… intense."

"Y-yeah." Struggling to avoid staring up the giant femboy's skirt again, Max nodded. "For sure."

"And, like, I know you heard us talking. I'm not gonna pretend like I don't go through a ton of guys like you. But I'm not doing it for some kinda ideology." Ravi wiggled his eyebrows. "I'm doing it 'cause it's fun."

Unsure how to respond to this statement, Max kept his mouth shut. While this definitely suggested that his giant host's view of him might be a little less reductive than Kali's, it still didn't give him much to get his hopes up around.

"What I'm saying is," Ravi continued, "this doesn't have to be some kinda death sentence." Again, the giant femboy chuckled. "I mean, like, obviously, your odds aren't great. You're never going back to normal or anything like that. And accidents can happen. Realistically, you're probably not the last guy I'm gonna go through this semester. But if you scratch my back, I'm not entirely opposed to scratching yours."

Feeling his face getting even warmer, Max offered another nod. While no part of him wanted to spend the rest of his life as Ravi's shrunken boytoy, he knew it was definitely in his best interests to try and stay on the sadistic goth's good side. "O-okay... well, uh... is there anything you need right now?" 

Ravi's grin grew. "Excellent answer."

Before Max could attempt a follow-up question, the giant femboy bent down and scooped him up. A second later, he'd been resettled on top of his captor's bed. Then, his captor started undressing.

"I was out pretty late last night," said Ravi, peeling his socks off and tossing them onto the pile where Max had just been sitting. "And, well, let's just say I didn't wake up in my own bed this morning, and I didn't get a chance to shower. So I'm pretty ripe right now."

"Oh," said Max, swallowing hard. "W-what did you do last night?"

"The usual," Ravi chuckled. "Got drunk, hit a couple parties. Went home with some Juno chick." 

"G-gotcha." Finally noticing the several dozen condoms, plugs, toys and lube bottles all over the floor, Max felt a strange stir of something like arousal. In addition to being a massive sadistic prankster, Ravi apparently got laid quite a bit. "S-so, where do I come into that?"

"Great question," said Ravi, sliding out of his skirt and underwear. His cock sprang free, semi-hard and glistening, a monstrous slab of flesh that dwarfed Max's entire body. The foreskin was pulled taut, the head peeking out slick with arousal. Beneath it, his balls hung heavy and full, the wrinkled sac coated in a sheen of sweat. The smell was apocalyptic—a visceral punch of unwashed groin, ripe ass, and the tang of precum that made Max's eyes water. "Ordinarily, I'd just go take a shower. But now that you're here..."

As the giant femboy took a step toward the bed, his equally giant junk came to rest just inches away from his new plaything—making it impossible for Max to look anywhere else. Ravi's cock was easily three or four times the three-inch freshman's size — with balls that weren't far behind — and the level of musky heat his nether regions seemed to radiate was borderline overpowering. In another few seconds, he was even more inexplicably aroused than ever. "Holy fuck," he breathed.

"That's usually the reaction," Ravi chuckled. "Anyway..." Giving his hips a little shake and sending his big, floppy junk jiggling, he winked. "You gonna start licking, or what?"

"L-Licking?" Processing what his captor now expected of him, Max went white. Up until today, he'd never even kissed a girl. "You mean..."

"Yeah," said Ravi, grin slipping a little. "C'mon, don't make me regret going easy on you."

"O-okay," said Max, forcing himself to step forward—and stumbling headfirst into the side of the giant femboy's big, soft shaft. With a face full of smelly, sweaty foreskin, he needed every shred of willpower at his disposal not to push himself away in disgust. Opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue was even harder.

"Mmm," Ravi purred, reaching a hand down and pressing a huge finger into Max's back to force him even further up against his cock. "See? How hard was that?"

Beneath him, doing his best to resist the urge to vomit as he gulped down mouthful after mouthful of unwashed, sweaty femboy dick funk, Max was in hell. The taste of Ravi's loins was the saltiest, muskiest, most bitter thing he'd ever experienced, and the smell was even worse. If this was what 'scratching Ravi's back' would entail, it didn't make him feel any better about his chances of surviving here. Still, knowing the alternative was facing his captor's wrath — or returning to a different, far harsher captor — he pushed on.

Once Ravi re-adjusted himself, settling onto the bed with his legs apart to give his shrunken plaything more room to cover every inch of his groin, the next few minutes passed in relative silence. The only thing Max could see, smell, or taste was the giant femboy's cock—and aside from the sound of his own tongue scraping his captor's skin, the only noise he could hear was the occasional gurgling of Ravi's digestive system.

When the three-inch freshman finally reached the top of the femboy's shaft, he hesitated. Perhaps as a result of all the activity he'd been giving it, the tip of Ravi's cock was slick with pre-cum, and the smell of his musk only seemed to be getting stronger by the second. Glancing back up, he found his captor watching him with amusement and anticipation. 

"Don't stop now," Ravi said, voice unpleasantly coy. "You're almost done. Just a little more."

Leaning forward, Max pressed his tiny tongue against Ravi's tip and set to work again. The taste was even more intense up here, a mix of salty sweat and even saltier precum, and he had to fight the urge to pull away several times—but he knew he couldn't stop now. Having come this far, he had to see this through.

"Damn, dude," Ravi muttered, his voice low and husky. "You're not half bad down there."

Still mostly focused on getting through this humiliating ordeal in one piece, Max just kept licking—trying to ignore the fact that his captor's cock seemed to be getting harder and harder. Then, once again, he felt Ravi's hand closing around him—pinning him against his shaft as the giant femboy started jacking off.

"I think I can take it from here..." Biting his lip, Ravi leaned back and quickly settled into a practiced rhythm of pumping up and down—inundating his shrunken plaything with a torrent of even more precum. "Nice work."

With his captor's hand wrapped tight around him, dominated by pressure, motion and even more precum, the three-inch freshman was in an even deeper layer of hell than ever before. Fortunately, or unfortunately, it didn't last long. After all the stimulation he had already given Ravi, it only took the giant femboy two or three dozen strokes to coax himself into an orgasm—soaking Max in a sea of hot, creamy nut. 

"There we go," Ravi sighed, his voice dripping with faux sweetness as he leaned back against his pillows. "That's better. Now…"