Lucky was in his dreamland… visualizing his epic celebration of completing the near impossible task of becoming the title of Grandmaster.
His Long tedious hours dedicated to his favorite video game, League of legends, but most of all the art of the grind. Dreaming about the past, seeing all the sacrifices he’s made both time and energy, but there was something that stood out from all the rest that he had sacrificed a long time ago….his hygiene.
A good example of this would be the countless pairs of underwear serving their sole purpose of catching all of the bottom heavy femboy’s scorching hot reeking anxiety farts and raunchy sharts— they almost seemed like companions aiding him with his conquest and goals of mastering his play style.
At the end of each major game moment, he would often find himself standing in front of his full body mirror, admiring himself with his crazy dirty blonde hair and green highlights.
Lucky would then gaze to his underwear that had been with him during his gaming session, and like all the rest these pair had ended in the same fate of being absolutely soaked in sweat from its own battle underneath his methane combusting ass, showing off it’s shit stain “scars” and oozing fumes from the back like a freshly fired cannon.
It was always traditional that he would only discard his underwear if he found himself on a loosing streak believing that they had lost their luck.
Lucky’s dream suddenly morphed and changed around him, he now found himself standing on a huge stage——lights shining down on him as he was handed a trophy that had “Grandmaster” placarded on the bottom.
All he could hear and see was the cheering and flashing of cameras as he looked out into the crowd of people. Lucky recognized most of them as his peers, people who had doubted him in the past and said that he couldn’t pull it off.
Looking away from the crowd he saw himself projected on several giant screens all with different camera angles displaying Lucky in all his glory. Adorned in his signature twitch attire with his green skunk ears, pulled over his head and black crop top outfit,
Although the one screen he seemed to be focused on was the one showing his plump backside, with his black and white skunk tail hanging off his “Grandmaster” winning underwear, and they looked like they had seen hell itself…twice over if that was even possible, the fabric looked to be faded from its original forest green color, caked in green and brown sludge lines every which way, his skid marks had skid marks!
Looking at the adjacent screen that showed the front of his underwear Lucky noticed that he was sporting quite the boner, a grin crept across his face…and what reason did he have that he shouldn’t he be aroused? This was his moment, and if he wanted to feel it on a sexual level—who was to stop him? Moving his eyes taking another look at the screen displaying his face, his cheeks were blushed, and his bangs were hanging down almost covering his eyes, his plush lips had a nice shiny green lipstick coating, he looked cu…scratch that— he looked hot!
Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye he gazed back to his “ass-cam” where he noticed movement coming from the middle of the back of his undies, looking closer he made out the outline of a…person? They seemed to be trying to push there way out of the confines of his “lucky” undies, the fabric contorted and started showing features of a face their mouth open in what could only be described as a “silent scream”…
Suddenly a hand began to take shape reaching out into a—thumbs up? It then dawned on lucky that he remembered his last session had been different in a way. Like he was missing something…like there was something or better yet “someone” else that had aided him in his efforts….being his ultimate good luck charm supporting him during his trying time.
Becoming over focused on who he was trying to remember caused a rumble to happen in his intestines feeling a warming pressure start to build and build, moving down into his huge chunky butt causing his asshole to pucker becoming warm to the touch from holding back the hot gas that was flowing through his bowels wanting nothing more than be released…and then…. lucky opened his eyes.
BBBBBLLLLLLLLUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRTTTT!!
Back in the real world, Max had finally successfully freed himself from Lucky’s mouth. With a resounding *POP!* causing him to free fall backwards bouncing off Lucky’s chin and landing with a wet *SPLAT* right onto the femboy’s chest. Max’s face was completely caked in slime wiping the thick fluid from his face.
Max gasped— as he was able to take his first breath in what felt like forever, feeling relieved to be away from the moist interior of the giant femboys mouth, It was short lived as Max began to cough aggressively— the huge fart that had erupted from Lucky’s dream had occurred in reality as well and it had been contained, trapped under the covers, however finding the path of least resistance it flowed upwards seeping out of the top part of the blanket, and it just so happen to be where the tiny three-inch freshman was currently sitting, the spicy aroma smelling of old cheese and beans spilled out invading Max’s body, uncontrollably coughing and thrashing around the tiny could only think to himself that he should have just taken his chances and continued his makeshift sloppy make out session with…
“Wha?…lil dude? What….are you doing down there bro?”
Max froze—slowly looking up and into the sleepy but awake eyes of lucky. This was bad—very bad, here Max was naked covered in a lube like substance, he needed to play this cool so that he didn’t raise any more suspicion.
“Uhh..h-hey…L-Lucky…um It’s…it’s not what it looks like! You see I couldn’t sleep and then yo…”Woah!” Max said as he was suddenly surrounded by Lucky’s grimy fingers and was peeled slowly off Lucky’s chest leaving a clump of slime behind, he was brought upwards till he was eye level with the giant femboy’s face.
Lucky’s eyes looked heavy and remained half closed probably not fully conscience yet…which worried Max.
“I can barely hear you bro, you gotta speak up.” Lucky said his voice sounded a little deeper from just waking up. eyes narrowing even further, taking a closer look at max and noticed his pecker was hard. “Oh…I think I know what’s going on.” Lucky’s said bringing max a bit closer to his face his familiar sour breath washing over the shrunken freshman. “Suffering from a case of blue balls? I’ve been there man, it’s never a good time”. Lucky slurred.
Max looked down to see that his rod was still at half mast from his up close encounter with Lucky’s lips, still coated in dried slobber, this caused Max’s face to become red with embarrassment. Lucky seemed to notice this and quickly added “hey it’s alright dude, I’m not mad at you or nothin”.
Turning over on his side, Lucky set a confused max down beside him on his pillow before continuing “I just know that some people find it a little rude to come onto someone while they’re still asleep….I like the initiative tho” shooting Max a sleepy wink—sending shivers down the freshman’s spine with that last remark. He didn’t want to give Lucky the wrong impression. Sure he wasn’t ugly or anything he actually thought he had a cute face, but he also didn’t want to lead him on thinking he was putting the “moves” on him. Max ultimately decided to just try to diffuse the situation he had gotten himself into. “S-sorry about that L-lucky, if you want to go back to sleep…I won’t bother you any more” max said while unsuccessfully trying to cover his awakened manhood with his hands.
Lucky showed off his grimy yellow teeth in a smile, seeming to enjoy the mini guy’s struggle to hide his climbing arousal. Lucky felt a twinge in his own pants and curiously noticed he was decently hard as well?—right then images from his dream flashed through his mind, and then he remembered everything, how before he was woken up he was trying to remember his “Lucky person” Lucky refocused on Max… and it all clicked…
How could he have missed it!—that his trusty co-star was also his lucky charm! How when Lucky proposed his idea of going back in his ass, he could have declined after already experiencing what his big ole stinky booty could do, but to agree to go back in? Sure he did it for his own motives but they weren’t guaranteed. Like he said before he’d never heard of anyone to grow back after being exposed to shrinking serum. So he must of done it for the sake of his winning streak… he must have been too afraid to tell him how he really felt…now that was dedication to the grind! Glancing at Max’s cock lucky knew they could both go for some release and it would be the perfect way to give the little guy his “reward” for all his hard work.
Max was exhausted—he smelled terrible, he just wanted to go back to sleep to wake up and be taken to the healthcare center where he could return back to normal and pretend that everything—- from getting sat on, farted on, not to mention getting to first base… that he could put it behind him and that it had never happened, but instead here he was getting hard for this slobby femboy’s disgusting bodily functions and fluids. Max was suddenly interrupted from his thoughts as Lucky started to move again.
Lucky sat up a little more, propping his head up with his hand, “ya know bro, maybe we can take care of each other. I’ve always lived by the statement that you shouldn’t go to bed angry, hungry, but most importantly horny” taking his other hand and inserting a couple fingers into his mouth—removing them with a slurp, Max noticed they were glistening with a fresh coat of fluid.
With no warning Lucky reached forward causing Max to flinch covering his face, not knowing what was to come. Max gasped out in shock as a he felt a warm wet pressure enclosed around his dick.
Looking down he could see that Lucky had gently pinched Max’s dick, his two wet fingers on the bottom with his thumb on top creating a sort of human finger pocket pussy, and without missing a beat he gently started moving back and forth causing Max to let out a low moan, “Fuuuuck that feels good” Max thought. His dick getting harder from the feeling of the expert like fingers putting pressure on and coating his groin in a fresh layer of spit. “See doesn’t that feel better already?” Lucky said in a soothing tone, as his other hand seemed to disappear under the covers servicing his own member. Up above Lucky’s face started showing a strained look before…
BBBBRRRRTTT!!!
“Oops! Sorry lil guy, that one kinda snuck outta me, sorry if it….well well, what do we have here” Lucky’s smile returned to his now aroused rosy cheeked face. “Are you…getting harder?” Feeling Max’s member stiffen even further between his fingers.
Max was short of breath in a matter of seconds he was already close to busting his nut, he tried to focus, trying to talk himself down from having an orgasm. Why was he so fuckin hard? It’s not like he enjoyed Lucky’s farts…right? Of course not! With every ragged breath Max inhaled, brought in a fresh supply of Lucky’s signature brand of stink. Not having enough time to cough with how quickly he was breathing Max’s eyes began to water realizing that he was not getting enough oxygen and basically suffocating on the thick fumes, causing his adrenaline to rush and blood to flow faster through his raging boner. He couldn’t cum Max thought to himself. If he were to cum what would Lucky think? that he was some sort of fart huffing freak?
That’s exactly what Lucky thought, as he was in shock, after seeing his lil guy not only get harder by his farts but it seemed he was huffing them down as fast as he could, Like it was going out of style. This really turned lucky on, no one had shown this much interest in his farts— at least not in such a positive way, it almost made him feel powerful and appreciated. Lucky beamed at his squirming little co-star “I knew you were a little freak” lucky whispered down to Max, halting his mini handjob routine, he then leaned his back against the wall behind him, allowing himself to be able to situate himself in a “giving birth pose” pulling his knees up a little in preparation.
Max fell to his knees finally able to slow his breathing, feeling light headed and dizzy from all the methane clogging his lungs he just couldn’t think straight, he just had so much stimulation coursing through his body that he couldn’t even form a sentence instead uttering a word used in any filler conversation “yeahh” before he could realize what he had just agreed too. From up above the femboys hand wrapped around max. “I think it’s about time we swap. I don’t want you blowing your load too soon we have *looking at the clock on the nightstand it reading five o’clock in the morning.* plenty of time to drag this out a little longer.” and started bringing Max down.
Heading towards the small opening under the covers too overstimulated to say anything or ask what Lucky meant by “swap” Max was enveloped in darkness as he was plunged under the canopy like blanket, the first thing Max noticed was the atmosphere under the blanket, it was like a rainforest exhibit at a zoo. Max immediately felt the humid moisture cling to his already damp body but the smell definitely stole the show. Max had been feeling confident that he was beginning to build a tolerance from all the exposure to Lucky’s fumes but that went out the window as he realized he was only getting the small doses that had found there way out but in here it was like a condensed gas chamber. Gagging hard Max still felt his member was still hard. What is wrong with me max thought. Then he felt his decent slow down until he fully stopped.
“Alright dude I started this off giving you some pleasure, now I think it’s your turn to deliver in return and I think the best way you can help me is….
Please someone choose the cock vore path