Chandra Family Dinner Shrunken First Semester chapter 13 by maximally

For Max, the walk to Riya’s apartment was pure hell. hockwave through Max’s tiny body, smashing him even deeper into the humid trench of Ravi’s ass. His face was basically glued to the giant femboy’s sweaty pucker, trapped in a swamp of sweat, stale farts, and whatever leftover filth Ravi and Lucky had cooked up last night. It made the air feel like a dizzying, suffocating soup, thick enough to chew. The only thing that broke up the monotony was an occasional low, hungry gurgle from Ravi’s guts—promising that things were only going to get worse from here.

Just as Max was starting to wonder if he’d ever breathe fresh air again, he felt Ravi come to a stop. He could hear a key turning in a lock, then his giant captor was in motion again, stepping through a doorway. All at once, a wave of new aromas hit Max’s nostrils—even through the musky barrier of Ravi’s plump cheeks. Onions, garlic, ginger, cumin, and a dozen other spices Max couldn’t name filled the air, all tangled up with the heavy, meaty smell of something simmering on the stove. After 48 hours of mostly breathing nothing but Ravi’s sweat and farts, it was almost surreal for Max to be smelling something so… pleasant. But underneath it all, there was something much more immediately familiar: the thick, ripe, unmistakable stench of pure, unfiltered fart.

“Damn, Mom,” Ravi said, kicking his shoes off beside the door and shooting Riya a grin. “You trying to gas out the whole building?”

Riya was at the stove, stirring a huge pot of lamb vindaloo, wrapped in an emerald-green silk robe and crisp white linen apron that barely bothered to hide her powerful curves. As she glanced over her shoulder at her son, her deep brown eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Hello to you, too, dear,” she chuckled, brushing a strand of silvery hair out of her face. “I was wondering when you were going to show up.”

Hearing the giantess’s warm, velvety voice, Max felt his stomach drop. How had he not put it all together sooner? Ravi’s mom was Riya Chandra—AKA his Intro to Psychology professor.

He couldn’t see her from his current… vantage point, but Riya was impossible to forget. Well over six feet, at least two hundred pounds, and built like a goddess who’d eaten a few other goddesses for breakfast. Half the guys in his class couldn’t make it through a lecture without a bathroom break. No wonder both Ravi and Kali had those door-busting curves and knockout looks. It was all in the genes.

“Sorry, sorry,” said Ravi, not sounding sorry at all. He padded into the kitchen and hoisted himself up onto a stool at the granite breakfast bar, sending Max jostling even deeper into the recesses of his ass. Feeling his shrunken captive’s face resume contact with his asshole, Ravi bit his lip. “Late night. Food smells good, though. Lamb vindaloo?”

“You know it,” Riya replied, turning back around to stir the pot. “I think I might be under-doing it on the spices, though.”

“You always say that.” Ravi shifted on his stool, subjecting Max to another clench of his cheeks. “And then you overdo it. And then everyone else has to deal with the consequences.”

“Well, we both know that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.” Riya’s tone was fond. She lifted the spoon to her lips, blew on it gently, and took another taste. “So… fun night? How’s Lucky?”

Max could feel Ravi shift, his body tensing up a little. “Yeah. There was a big party at Diana, then we went back to my place.”

“Mmm.” The sound was thoughtful. Riya wiped her hands on a dish towel and turned to face her son, leaning her monumental hip against the counter. “When are you going to bring him home to meet me? Properly, I mean. Not just smelling him on your clothes.”

Ravi let out a short laugh—the least confident sound Max had ever heard him make. “Mom, come on. Lucky and I aren’t like that. We just have, like… an arrangement.”

“You say that about all your little friends,” Riya chided gently, crossing her arms under her heavy breasts. “And then I meet them, and they’re all perfectly lovely. Well. Lovely enough.”

“And then you ‘meet’ them,” Ravi shot back, making air quotes with his fingers and grinning. “Then all of a sudden I can’t get a text back, and people start seeing them sneaking out of here in the middle of the night. I’m not going through that again.”

Riya laughed. “Oh, come on, dear. That’s only happened… what, three or four times now? And I only stepped in when I could tell that you were ready to move on.”

Ravi shook his head, shaggy black hair falling back over his eyes. “You’re impossible.”

Hearing all of this from his sweaty prison, Max was in disbelief. Was anything off-limits in this family?

“Have you heard from your sister today?” Riya’s voice was equal parts amused and weary.

“Nah,” said Ravi, shrugging. “Knowing her, she was probably up late, too.”

“Is she seeing anyone right now?” Riya wiggled her eyebrows. “I know she’d never tell me.”

“I dunno,” Ravi scoffed. “I mean, she and Heather were kind of a thing for a while, but I’m not sure if that’s still going on.” He paused. “I mean, does Sunil count?”

The question hung in the air, cruel and casual. Max remembered the broken, worshipping man in the terrarium. Sunil—the walking, talking worst-case scenario of whatever he was going through right now.

“You know I don’t like jokes about that.” Riya sighed, crossing her arms.

“Right, sorry,” said Ravi. This time, he sounded a lot more genuinely apologetic.

“Do you see him much these days?” Riya returned her attention to the pot on the stove. “Did Kali take my advice about moving his terrarium over to the window?”

“No, she’s still got him in the corner.” Max could tell neither of them wanted to dig too deep into this subject. “But, you know. He’s fine. All things considered.”

“Ah.” Again, Riya sighed. “Well, I suppose that’s good.”

The conversation paused, replaced by the sounds of cooking and Ravi’s low humming. Max could feel the tension in Ravi’s body, a slight anticipation. Then, the front door opened again.

Footsteps, heavier than Riya’s, clicked against the hardwood floor and stopped.

“Speak of the devil!” Riya’s voice brimmed with maternal warmth. She moved forward, arms outstretched. “You’re just in time, sweetie.”

Kali’s only response was a grunt. She stood rigid as Riya wrapped her in a tight, extended hug, her face pressed into her mother’s perfumed shoulder. Riya squeezed, eliciting a faint creak from her daughter’s trademark leather jacket.

“Don’t ‘sweetie’ me,” Kali muttered into the silk of the robe. “What’s this about?”

“Can’t a mother see her children?” Riya finally released Kali, holding her at arm’s length to look at her. “When’s the last time the three of us got together? August?”

“Let me go,” Kali grumbled, adjusting her jacket. But she didn’t pull away entirely. Max had never heard the giant goth sound so… annoyed. “You always squeeze too hard.”

“Nonsense. You’re built like a tank, just like your mama.” Riya gave her daughter’s muscular arm a final pat and returned to the stove. “Sit. The rice is almost done.”

Kali’s eyes swept over the kitchen, landing on Ravi. Her brother flashed her a peace sign and a wink. She rolled her eyes, pulling out a heavy wooden chair at the dining table—and as she shifted her considerable bulk into it, the frame groaned in protest.

“So,” Riya began, shifting into the same therapist-like cadence Max often heard her use in class. “How have you been, Kali? Really.”

“I’m fine.” Kali’s answer was clipped. “Busy.”

“Oh?” A knowing smile played on Riya’s lips. “Are you seeing anyone?”

“Mom.” Kali’s voice held a warning.

"I’m just asking, dear. A healthy sex life is important. Variety, exploration… all that good stuff.” Riya opened a cabinet, took down three ornate ceramic bowls, and set them on the counter. “But, we can drop it.”

“Good.” Kali peeled her phone out of her jacket, doing everything in her power to broadcast that she was not interested in small talk.

“How are the new pledges this year?” Riya switched off the stove. “I heard Octavia Kidd’s daughter is a freshman now.”

“Ophelia?” Kali scoffed. “Yeah. Total nepo case. I spent half my morning cleaning up one of her messes the other day.”

“Oh, dear.” Riya glanced up from the stove. “What happened?”

“Ask Ravi,” said Kali, her tone flat and final.

“Alright,” said Riya, well aware of when her daughter was done playing nice. “Ravi, mind filling me in here?”

Still listening in from Ravi's ass, Max swallowed hard. Was he about to become the centerpiece of Chandra family dinner?