The Devil You Know Shrunken First Semester chapter 6 by maximally

Max stood there, shivering and bare-ass naked on the messy black sheets, staring up at the absolute mountain of femboy ass looming over him. Ravi had his skirt hiked up, cheeks spread just enough to show off the sweaty, shadowy crack between them. The whole room reeked—musk, sweat, and the leftovers of Ravi’s last fart fighting for dominance. Max’s stomach twisted. Unfortunately, this was still the least-worst option he had.

 

Or was it?

 

He’d been about to beg Ravi to take him — anything to get away from Kali and her W.M.D.-grade farts — but now, catching Ravi’s gaze again, seeing the wild glint in those lined eyes... it made him hesitate.

 

Not that he was in any state to make serious, life-altering decisions right now. His head was still spinning from his time in Kali’s jar. But at least her torture had a method to it. Compared to her brother’s wild, horny chaos, Kali almost seemed professional. She was a devil, sure, but at least she was a devil he understood. With her, he could almost guess what was coming. And she didn’t giggle like a maniac. The fact that Sunil was still alive after four years in her custody gave him some hope, too—if that word could really be used here.

 

Was he seriously considering this? Voluntarily committing himself to the single biggest, baddest member of the Goth House? Maybe this was all just Kali and Ravi’s farts talking, and he’d already been “broken in” more than he knew. Still, he knew he had to say something before one of these two made the decision for him.

 

“I—I’d rather stay with Kali,” he blurted. “I mean, if that’s okay with her.”

 

The room went still.

 

Ravi’s glossy lips parted in shock, but not for long. “Holy shit,” he giggled, bursting into delighted laughter. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a guy pick you over me, sis.” He winked at Max, voice dropping to a teasing purr. “Guess this one likes ‘em mean.”

 

Kali, leaning against the wall with her thick arms crossed under her huge breasts, arched a brow. The red contacts made her look demonic, but the corner of her mouth twitched—amused, intrigued. “Interesting.” She pushed off the wall, boots thudding, and stepped toward the bed. “Ravi. Take Sunil for the rest of the weekend.” Her tone suggested this wasn’t a request.

 

“Is that your way of asking me to leave?” Ravi pouted theatrically. “We never finished that last season of American Horror Story.”

 

“Yes,” said Kali, flat and final.

 

“Aww, c’mon!” Ravi groaned—but still stood, smoothing his skirt over his wide hips. “I gotta see where this goes!”

 

“I’ll tell you. Later.” Kali turned her attention to the terrarium, effortlessly plucking her older brother out like a misplaced toy. “Now, catch.”

 

“Goddess Kali,” Sunil stammered, struggling to draw breath into his lungs through his sister’s crushing grip. “P-please, if I’ve been lacking in my devotion toward you, I-”

 

Before Sunil could finish, Kali wound her hand back and unceremoniously tossed him across the room like a set of keys. Max stared, stunned—but based on the way Ravi yanked back his skirt and caught Sunil, right in the front of his underwear, it was obvious that the Chandras had done this a hundred times before. Meanwhile, Sunil just grunted, squirming for a sliver of comfort and air. Watching the shrunken man struggling for space against the outline of his femboy brother's monster cock and balls, Max winced.

 

“Alright, I guess that’s my cue,” Ravi scoffed, idly adjusting his junk one more time for good measure. “Have fun with your new boyfriend.” He glanced between Max and Kali and grinned. “Try not to wear him out too fast, yeah?”

 

Kali didn’t answer the tease. “I’ll see you tomorrow night. Mom’s expecting us for dinner.”

 

Ravi rolled his eyes, turned toward the door, and paused. He looked back at Max, winked, then lifted one thick thigh and let loose again.

 

 

As another long, wet-sounding fart washed over the room, Max grimaced. The smell was just as bad as ever: hot, eggy, septic, and impossible to get out of his nose once it hit.

 

“Nice knowing ya, dude,” Ravi sang, and slipped out, closing the door behind him.

 

The room fell quiet except for the low hum of Kali’s breathing. Then, her massive hand descended on Max. Fingers thick as tree trunks closed around him, lifting him effortlessly into the air. She brought him up to her face, red eyes boring into him, her breath warm and faintly spicy.

 

“Explain yourself,” she said, voice a slow, dangerous purr. “Now.”

 

Max’s mouth went dry. Kali’s face filled his entire field of view—strong nose, thick lips coated in black lipstick, war-paint-like black eyeliner and those freakish red eyes. A bead of sweat slid down her temple. He could smell her: sweat, leather, and the ever-present threat of what churned in her gut. “W-what?”

 

“Tell me why you picked me.” She leaned closer; her breath rolled over him again, hotter, thicker. “And don’t lie. I’ll know.”

 

Max’s legs kicked uselessly in the air. Her fingers squeezed just enough to remind him how easily she could crush him, and the heat radiating from her palm soaked into his bare skin. He needed to think of an answer that wouldn’t make him end up back in the jar—or worse. Could he afford to be honest? Would she really know if he lied?

 

“I… I don’t know,” he stammered, voice shaking. “I just… I like you more than Ravi?”

 

Kali’s eyebrow arched. Her sharp grin widened.

 

“Flattery,” she rumbled, amused. “Typical.” She brought him closer, until his naked body brushed the warm, slightly chapped surface of her lower lip. “Let’s try that again.”

 

She lowered him slowly, deliberately, past her chin, past the swell of her massive breasts straining her fishnet crop top, down her leather-clad torso—until he hovered just above the wide, blubbery expanse of her ass, barely contained by those tight black pants. The heat rising from her crack was already intense, the smell stronger here, thick and meaty and rancid.

 

“Now,” she said. “I’m going to ask you one more time. And I want the truth. Why. Are. You. Here?”