Femboy Fuckfest Shrunken First Semester chapter 10 by maximally

In a room full of dolled-up, lively undergrads, Lucky Woods stuck out like a stoned, stinky sore thumb, his green eyes half-lidded and unfocused. His usual skunk-ears beanie was slightly askew, his green-highlighted hair was mussed, his Monster Energy crop top clung to his sweaty torso, and his camo sweatpants hung low on his hips, revealing the waistband of his ratty briefs—and the unmistakable outline of his monstrous cock beneath the fabric. The scent of weed, musk, and unwashed skin rolled off him in waves, strong enough that a nearby group of Fortuna girls wrinkled their noses and subtly edged away. "Sup," he mumbled, giving his former roommate a nod of acknowledgement. 

"Damn, dude." Ravi sidled up to him, smirking as he nudged Lucky's shoulder with his own. "You look like you'd rather be anywhere else."

"Bro," Lucky drawled, scratching his stomach through his shirt. "This party's weak as hell. Shoulda just stayed in my room."

"Yeah? And do what? Play League and jerk off?" Ravi grinned, shifting his weight to one hip—and incidentally grinding Max even deeper into his crack. "I swear, the only thing that gets you out of your cave these days is getting your balls drained."

"Yeah, and?" Lucky's lips curled into a slow, stoned grin. His hand slid down to adjust himself through his sweatpants, the fabric straining around his considerable bulge. "That's why you texted me, right?"

"Well, duh," Ravi said, extending a hand. "Now get over here."

Down in Ravi's ass, Max felt the shift in pressure as his captor's body moved. Then, as Lucky stepped closer, Max's world tilted—Lucky's groin pressed against Ravi's rump, the thick, unmistakable shape of his cock grinding against the fabric separating them.

Max gasped as the force pushed him even deeper into Ravi's crack, his face now mashed directly against the giant femboy's asshole. The musky scent was overwhelming, a noxious blend of sweat, stale fart, and something uniquely Lucky—a pungent, skunky aroma that made Max's eyes water. He squirmed, doing his best to struggle against the unyielding flesh surrounding him.

Lucky paused mid-grind, his brow furrowing. "Yo, dude. You wearing a butt plug or something? Feels like there's something moving back there."

Ravi bit his lip, stifling a laugh. "It's a long story. I'll tell you later. "He wiggled his hips, pressing Max even harder against Lucky's cock. "Once we're alone."

Lucky's grin returned, wider this time. "Cool. Just making sure I'm not, like, tripping or some shit."

Hearing this exchange, Max felt his stomach drop. Alone. With Ravi and Lucky. The implications were clear—and terrifying. The implications were horrifying. If Ravi's idea of fun was bad enough on its own, adding Lucky into the mix seemed like a recipe for hell on earth.

Of course, his protests were useless. Ravi and Lucky were already moving together, their bodies swaying to the music in a slow, filthy rhythm. Lucky's hands settled on Ravi's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled the femboy closer. The friction between them was relentless, Lucky's cock rubbing against Ravi's ass with every thrust, each movement sending shockwaves of pressure through Max's tiny body.

The heat was unbearable. Sweat beaded on Ravi's skin, trickling down into the crevice where Max was trapped. The salty dampness mixed with the musk already clinging to Ravi's ass, creating a slick, suffocating prison. Max gagged, his nose filled with the stench of unwashed femboy and the ever-present threat of another fart.

Then, as if on cue, Lucky's stomach gurgled. A second later, a low, bubbling fart escaped him, the sound almost lost in the music but the smell anything but.

ppppbbbbtttttttt

The rancid cloud hit the air like a tidal wave. Nearby partygoers recoiled, one Fortuna girl actually gagging as she fanned her face. "Oh my God, "she muttered, shooting Lucky a disgusted look before retreating to the other side of the room.

Ravi, however, just laughed, his ass jiggling with the motion. "Damn, dude. You been saving that one for me?"

Lucky shrugged, unfazed. "Breakfast burritos, man. They fuck me up."

Ravi grinned, leaning back against him. "Wanna get out of here before security kicks you out?"

Lucky's hands slid lower, cupping Ravi's ass. "Yeah. Your place or mine?"

Ravi scoffed. "Your place is a fuckin' biohazard."

Lucky snorted but didn't argue. As they disentangled themselves from the crowd, Max could only brace himself for what was coming.

*

The walk back to Ravi's dorm was a blur of movement and misery for Max. Every step Ravi took jostled him deeper into the femboy's ass, the rhythmic clenching of his cheeks a constant, smothering pressure. The scent of sweat and musk was even stronger now, the heat of Ravi's body making it impossible to escape. Lucky, walked with a lazy swagger, his sweatpants riding low enough that the top of his ass crack was visible—along with several truly heinous skid marks in his underwear.

When they reached Ravi's door, the femboy fumbled with his keys for a moment before pushing inside. The familiar stench of weed, stale farts, and unwashed laundry hit Max even through the barrier of Ravi's ass.

"Home sweet home, "Ravi sing-songed, kicking the door shut behind them.

Lucky didn't waste time. The second the door closed, he grabbed Ravi by the hips and spun him around, pressing him against the wall. His lips crashed into Ravi's, his tongue pushing past the femboy's glossy black lips with a hungry urgency.

Ravi moaned into the kiss, his hands tangling in Lucky's messy hair. The movement made his ass clench around Max again, the pressure forcing another gasp from the shrunken freshman.

Lucky pulled back slightly, panting. "So what's the deal with the plug?"

Ravi smirked. "It's not a plug." Reaching behind himself, he hiked up his skirt and spread his cheeks slightly, giving Lucky a glimpse of Max's tiny, squirming form. "Meet Max."

Before Max could react, Ravi's fingers closed around him, plucking him from the sweaty crevice of his ass. The sudden exposure to cool air was a shock, but it was nothing compared to the sight of Lucky's face looming over him, his green eyes alight with predatory amusement.

"You got another one? Damn." Lucky blinked, his stoned brain processing the sight slowly. "Where'd you find him? He's tiny as fuck."

"He told me he got shrunk at a party. Now he's my new toy." Ravi wiggled his hips, making Max groan as his face was once again smothered against the giant femboy's asshole. "Figured you might wanna play with him, too."

Max's heart pounded. This was bad. This was so bad.

Lucky's initial confusion melted into a slow, wicked grin. "Hell yeah."

Before Max could process what was happening, Ravi was lowering him toward Lucky's waistband. The scent hit him first—a wall of musky, unwashed crotch stink so potent it made his eyes water. Then, the heat. Lucky's cock was a furnace, the thick shaft straining against his sweatpants, the tip already leaking pre-cum.

Ravi didn't hesitate. With a grin, he stuffed Max straight into Lucky's waistband, pressing him against the sticky, sweat-slicked skin of the stoner's groin.

Max's world dissolved into heat, musk, and the overwhelming presence of Lucky's monstrous cock. The stench was unbearable, a mix of stale precum, sweat, and the distinct funk of a guy who hadn't showered in days. The thick shaft pressed against him, the sheer size of it making Max feel even smaller than he already was.

Lucky groaned, his hips bucking slightly. "Fuck, I forgot how weird that feels. Like I got a bug crawling on my dick."

Ravi laughed, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Good weird or bad weird?"

Lucky's grin was answer enough.

*

The next hour passed in a haze of sweat, musk, and humiliation for Max.

Ravi and Lucky moved to the bed, their bodies intertwining with a practiced ease. Lucky's sweatpants came off first, his cock springing free—a thick, uncut monster that dwarfed Max's entire body. Ravi wasted no time, sinking to his knees and taking Lucky into his mouth with a hungry moan. Max, meanwhile, was trapped against Lucky's thigh, the stoner's heavy leg pinning him in place as Ravi worked.

Then, as Ravi deepthroated Lucky with a particularly enthusiastic gag, the stoner's stomach gurgled ominously.

BBBRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP

The fart ripped through the room, a bassy, wet explosion that made the mattress shake. The smell was instant and overwhelming—wet, eggy, and absolutely rancid. It put every fart Ravi had cut in Max's face so far today to shame, and that was saying something.

Ravi pulled off with a gasp, his eyes watering. "Jesus Christ, dude."

Lucky just grinned, lazily palming his cock. "Told you. Breakfast burritos."

Ravi shook his head, but he was laughing as he climbed onto the bed, straddling Lucky's hips. "You're fucking gross."

"You love it," Lucky chuckled, giving Ravi's ass another squeeze.

Max had no time to brace himself before Ravi was sinking down onto Lucky's cock, the femboy's eager ass swallowing every inch like it was nothing. The force of the movement sent shockwaves through Lucky's body, jostling Max against his thigh again.

The rhythm was relentless. Ravi rode Lucky with a frenzied energy, his ass bouncing on the stoner's lap, his own cock leaking pre-cum onto Lucky's stomach. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, Lucky's grunts, and Ravi's breathy moans.

And through it all, Max was trapped, pressed against Lucky's sweat-slicked thigh, forced to endure every thrust, every groan, every fart as the two giants lost themselves in each other.

When they finally finished — Lucky with a guttural groan as he came inside Ravi, the femboy with a shuddering cry as he spilled across his mattress — Max was dizzy, disoriented, and covered in a fresh layer of sweat and musk.

"Fuck," Ravi panted, collapsing onto the bed beside Lucky. "That was good."

Lucky hummed in agreement, his hand lazily tracing circles on Ravi's hip. "Yeah... you ready for round two?"

"You really do need to get drained, huh?" Ravi smirked, glancing down at Max. "What do you think, little dude?"

Max didn't answer. He wasn't sure he could.

But as Ravi grabbed him again, lifting him toward Lucky's spent cock — still glistening with cum and sweat, and twitching with the promise of more activity — he had a feeling the night was far from over.