Goth Femboy Blowjob Shrunken First Semester chapter 8 by maximally

"There we go," Ravi sighed, his voice dripping with faux sweetness as he leaned back against his pillows. "That's better. Now… maybe I can return the favor?"

The offer hung in the air like a threat—especially as Ravi raised his tiny captive over his smirking mouth like a piece of sentient candy. Realizing the implications of his current position, Max couldn't help trembling. "W-what?"

"Relax, dude," Ravi purred, his plush, glossy lips parting in a predatory grin. "Trust me, you're gonna love this." 

"Wait… no!" Max screamed—but he was already plummeting into the giant femboy's open maw. Wet, oppressive heat engulfed him as his captor's studded tongue started swirling around him with slow, languid strokes, clearly savoring every bit of his current terror. He imaged that he wasn't the first of Ravi's toys to end up like this.

"Mmmph… fuck, you taste good," Ravi chuckled, the vibrations rattling Max's whole body. "You're lucky I just ate."

Battered back and forth inside the giant femboy's mouth, Max teetered on the edge of panic. Was this Ravi's way of playing with his food—or something else? 

As if reading his thoughts, Ravi's tongue stilled, curling beneath him like a predator waiting to pounce. Then it started lapping lower, honing in on his tiny groin with devious precision. For Max, who, for all of today's trials and tribulations, was still a virgin, the resulting sensation was nothing short of electric. 

The sour smell of Ravi's mouth — a blend of stale vape smoke and Red Bull — should have repulsed him. Instead, it only seemed to heighten the super-sized blowjob the giant femboy was in the process of giving him. His cock was already leaking helplessly, precum mixing with saliva, and his hips bucked involuntarily every time Ravi's tongue made another pass. "R-Ravi, please!" he begged, unsure whether he wanted mercy or more.

Ravi's only answer was to hollow his cheeks and suck.

"F-fuck!" Max moaned. It was too much—the pressure, the heat, his sheer powerlessness. Then, with another strangled cry, he came, erupting in several pathetic spurts that put every orgasm he'd had before today to shame. Perhaps sensing the magnitude of the climax he'd just inspired, his captor chuckled again.

Then, just as quickly as it began, it was over. Ravi's lips pursed, and Max was spat back into his hand, trembling and dripping. In light of everything else this day had entailed so far, losing his virginity felt like a minimal consolation prize—especially to a guy like Ravi.

"Damn, dude." Ravi held him at eye level, grinning at how much the shrunken freshman was blushing again. "A minute? Really? I've had regular-size guys last longer than that." He tapped Max's chest with a black acrylic nail, sending him tumbling onto his back. "You're, like, super into this, huh?"

"What?" Still thoroughly dazed from having his virginity taken from him in such a surreal and intense way, Max lacked the processing power to think of any serious response to Ravi's allegations—and it looked like Ravi could tell. "N-no! I just… you…”

"Uh-huh." Ravi's thumb stroked Max's chest mockingly. "If it makes you feel any better, this isn't just a you thing. All you tinies say the same shit. You hate being treated like a bug. You hate my big, sweaty ass and my big, fat, stinky cock. But your cock?" He smirked, studying Max's still-twitching unit with half-lidded eyes. "That's telling a very different story."

Max's face burned—not just because of what Ravi was saying, but because of the way the inconvenient stiffness in his groin was starting to respond to it all.

"Case in point," Ravi chuckled, noticing Max's growing arousal. "Face it, dude. You're right where you belong."

Before Max could attempt another response, his captor's fingers abruptly closed around him again. "Anyway," said Ravi, sliding off the bed. "How about we get washed up?"

Understanding that this was a rhetorical question, Max kept his mouth shut.

As Ravi shuffled into the bathroom, Max was treated to yet another glimpse into the giant femboy's sense of hygiene—or lack thereof. Fluorescent light buzzed overhead, painting the cramped space in sickly yellow-green and highlighting a counter covered in gothic makeup supplies, butt plugs and empty liquor bottles—and a toilet spattered with unflushable traces of previous dumps. Eyeing the shit-streaked bowl, Max shuddered—perhaps wondering how many three-inch skeletons had made their way into Ventus's septic system from here.

"Now," Ravi cooed, finally peeling off his shirt and stepping into the shower. "Hold still."

As the water came on, Max found himself on yet another collision course with Ravi's cock—which was still half-hard from their earlier "session." Peeling back his foreskin, the giant femboy pressed his tiny captive right against the throbbing head, subjecting Max to a barrage of precum, soap suds and soft, spongy flesh. "Feel free to open your mouth if you want," Ravi said, biting his lip. "Might be some dick cheese in there if you're hungry"

When the giant femboy deemed his cock sufficiently clean, he moved Max down to his balls. Each one was bigger than his whole body, and the musk they emanated was strong enough that they needed several solid minutes of scrubbing to start smelling any cleaner. Of course, that was all just a warmup compared to Max's next stop. 

Ravi's cheeks clenched rhythmically as he brought Max around to the now-familiar abyss of his ass, kneading the shrunken freshman into his crack like dough. Max could feel the giant femboy's hole twitching above him — a puckered void dripping with soap and stray hairs — and as Ravi pushed him against it, he managed to eke out a fart that had been brewing through the last few minutes.

prrrrrrtttttt

The fart ripped through the cramped space without warning, a wet, gurgling trumpet that blasted Max point blank, made even worse by the humidity of the shower. Pressed right against the source of the blast, Max's vision swam, tears streaming down his face and lungs burning as Ravi's laughter filled his ears again. 

"Oops," Ravi crooned, clenching his cheeks around his tiny captive again. "'Scuse me."

By the time Ravi lifted him out, Max was limp—but his captor wasn't done yet. Pulling the shrunken freshman up from his nethers, the giant femboy pressed him squarely into one of his pits — conspicuously hairless but soaked in sweat — and started scrubbing. Ravi's laughter vibrated through his ribs as Max squirmed, the coarse shaved skin like sandpaper on his face, alternating him between one underarm and the other. The odor here was more purely sweaty than his cock, balls, or ass, but no less pleasant.

Last but not least, plopping down on the shower's built-in bench, the giant femboy hiked one meaty thigh to reveal an equally meaty foot, toes dotted with chipped black nail polish. As he pressed the shrunken freshman into his soles, Max had to resist the urge to gag. The taste was vile, earthy, and rancid—almost enough to make Max vomit. Still, remembering the shit-streaked toilet outside, he forced himself to press on, allowing his captor to swipe him over both of his huge peds like a human wet wipe until his skin was raw and his throat burned with bile.

"That's better," Ravi sighed, finally releasing his tiny captive. Max collapsed at his captor's feet, landing in a heap on the shower floor as the giant femboy stepped out of the shower.

After briskly toweling off, Ravi paused in front of the mirror and started reapplying makeup. While he was still quite the looker without it, in a matter of minutes he was back to the same intimidatingly hot version of himself that had happened upon Max back in the Juno common room. Max, by contrast, remained crumpled in the shower, shivering and streaked with residual soap.

"Nice work, dude," Ravi teased, scooping Max up and returning him to the spot that was quickly becoming his default location. The familiar stench of the giant femboy's ass flooded Max's senses as his captor hiked his skirt and stuffed him back between his cheeks. "You ready for tonight?"

Against every shred of internal survival logic screaming at him to stay silent, Max couldn't resist taking the bait. "W-what's tonight?"