Big Bully Ursa Shrunken First Semester chapter 20 by maximally

Ursa took one last deep breath in the bathroom stall, steeling herself. Max was still cradled in her palm, looking dazed but obedient after her “apology” kiss. She brought him close to her face one final time.

“Follow my lead,” she whispered, her warm breath washing over him. Then her voice dropped even lower, so soft it was almost inaudible. “Whatever I say to you out there… is act. For them. I am still me. You are safe with me. I promise.”

Max’s eyes widened slightly at the unexpected tenderness. He swallowed hard and nodded. “I trust you.”

“Good boy.” With that, she hiked up the front of her tight dress, pulled aside the waistband of her panties, and slid him head-first down between her massive cheeks. He settled right back against her still-warm, slightly sticky pucker. The familiar humid pressure enveloped him instantly.

She gave her ass a firm clap, sealing him in, then smoothed her dress and strode back out to the table with the confident stride of the old Ursa—the one who’d ruled her high school with an iron fist and an ass like two wrecking balls.

Katarina and Katya were waiting, sipping vodka. The stink of Ursa’s earlier fart still lingered faintly in the air around their table.

“Better?” Katya asked with a mocking grin.

“Much.” Ursa sat down heavily, her enormous rear spreading across the chair and pressing Max even tighter against her hole. She could feel him squirm.

“You seem… different.” Katarina’s golden eyes narrowed. “More like yourself.”

Ursa smiled, sharp and cold—the smile her family knew best. “I have been practicing.” She reached back, hiked her dress just enough under the table, and fished Max out of her crack. He dangled between her fingers, tiny, naked, and glistening with sweat.

Both women stared.

Katarina’s perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose. Katya’s silver fangs flashed in another wide, delighted grin.

“A miniatyurnyy,” Katarina said slowly, impressed. “Here?”

“Da.” Ursa placed Max on the table between the caviar and blini, right in front of her mother and sister. “This one tried asking me out on the first day I met him. Pathetic little freshman. I decided to send a message to the rest of the campus: I do not settle for weak boys.”

Katya laughed, low and cruel. “You shrank him yourself?”

“Of course.” Ursa nodded, stroking Max’s head with one massive finger. “I keep him with me at all times now. He is useful.”

“Really?” Katarina leaned forward, studying the tiny man with genuine interest. “What do you use him for?”

“Many things,” Ursa said casually, as if discussing a new purse. “Insole in shoe when I train. Sweat rag after workouts. Toilet paper after big meals. And…” She smirked. “Very good butt plug when I am with bigger, stronger partners.”

Katya’s eyes sparkled with wicked glee. “Can I borrow him? Just for an afternoon?”

“You?” Ursa laughed. “No. You would be too gentle with him. He needs a firm hand.”

“You wound me, little bear.” Katya pouted theatrically, but her eyes remained hungry.

Katarina tapped a long nail on the table. “Has he ever tried to escape?”

“Oh yes,” Ursa said gleefully, pressing Max down flat on the table with two fingers. “Once. He thought he could run while I was sleeping. I wake up, find him halfway across the room… and put him up my ass for an entire day. No food, no water, just my gas and my shit. He learned his lesson. Didn’t you, pet?”

Max was trembling on the table. Ursa gave him a meaningful look.

Katya leaned in close, her braided platinum hair falling forward. “Well, little man? Speak. Is my sister telling the truth?”

The entire table waited. Max swallowed hard, then looked up at Ursa with wide, adoring eyes.

“Ursa… Ursa is my Goddess,” he said, voice shaking but clear. “I tried to escape because I was stupid and weak. She punished me… and I deserved it. I live to serve her now. I’m nothing without her. I… I love her.”

Ursa’s breath caught for a split second. The raw sincerity in his tiny voice hit harder than she expected. He wasn’t just playing along—especially that last part. She almost faltered, then her stomach gurgled loudly.

“You hear this, pet?” Ursa recovered with a smirk, picking him up between two fingers. She held him up in front of her face, dangling him like a toy. “I have another one brewing now.” Her ice-blue eyes glinted with cruel amusement as she brought him closer to her lips. “But tell me… do you deserve to breathe it in?”

Max dangled helplessly, legs kicking in the open air. “Y-yes, Goddess… please…”

Ursa’s smirk widened. “You love my farts, no? Say it.”

“I—I love your farts,” Max stammered, cheeks burning. “They’re… they’re everything. I need them.”

Ursa chuckled darkly. “You are terrible liar, pet. You were slacking, entire time I had you up my ass today.” She tilted her head, letting her massive tongue slide slowly across her lower lip. “Why should I not just eat you right here? There is no shortage of pathetic little boys who would beg to take your place in my ass.”

She brought him closer—right up to her parted lips. The hot, humid breath washed over him as her enormous maw opened slightly, revealing the glistening pink cavern of her mouth and the dark shadow of her throat beyond. Max’s heart hammered. Even knowing it was an act, the sheer scale of her—those teeth, that tongue, the casual way she could simply… swallow him—made his stomach twist with genuine, primal fear. It was also prompting a strange stir of arousal between his legs.

"Bozhe moi," Katya giggled, "is he getting a..."

"Da," Ursa scoffed, doing her best to stay in character. "He knows he is on... what is phrase?" She glanced back at Max, and winked. "'Borrowed time.'"

While this was clearly meant to defuse Max's fears, it was hard for him to shake the wave of sensations that this whole experience was giving him. For a split second, he'd found himself face to face with the old Ursa. The ruthless Siberian bully who had once pinned teachers and classmates alike, who had ruled through fear and humiliation. The glimpse was terrifying. And yet… he felt a strange, dizzying gratitude. She had changed. She had found him and chosen to be kind instead of cruel. He was lucky. So fucking lucky.

“P-please, Goddess,” he begged, voice cracking. “Don’t eat me. I’ll do better. I’ll worship you properly. Just… please don’t swallow me. I’m yours. I’m yours.”

Ursa stared at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then she smiled—slow, cold, and deeply amused.

“Pathetic," she murmured.

She shared a look with her mother and sister—Katarina’s golden eyes gleaming with approval, Katya’s silver fangs bared in a delighted grin—and then, without another word, she reached back, hiked her dress, and stuffed Max straight back up between her massive cheeks. He vanished into the humid darkness with a soft, wet sound.

The fart that followed was monstrous — hot, wet, and thunderous even through her dress.

BRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

The blast lasted nearly eight full seconds, vibrating through her massive cheeks and completely engulfing the tiny man. Max’s muffled, worshipful moan was barely audible.

Even though Katarina and Katya couldn’t see him, Max felt compelled to keep performing. Trapped in the sweltering, reeking prison of Ursa’s crack, face pressed tight against her still-twitching pucker, he frantically kissed her asshole—desperate, sloppy, worshipful kisses, over and over, as if his life depended on it. The taste of her, the overwhelming musk, the lingering residue of everything she’d put him through today… it didn’t matter. He kissed like he meant it. Because in that moment, some terrified, overwhelmed part of him did.

Ursa sighed in satisfaction and patted her ass, pushing him deeper with two fingers.

“Better,” she said casually, as if commenting on the weather. “Good pet.”

“You know, little bear…” Katya was grinning ear to ear. “I might have been wrong about you.”

Katarina said nothing for a long moment, simply watching her daughter with those calculating golden eyes. The corner of her mouth twitched.