Staying with Lucky Shrunken First Semester chapter 10 by maximally

As Max stared up at the two giants looming over him, he could feel his tiny heart pounding.

 

Hazel was still holding him between two slick fingers, her buck-toothed grin wide and expectant. The wet spot on the front of her polka-dot sweatpants had grown noticeably larger, and the thick, sour-sweet smell of her arousal hung heavy in the air between them. Lucky lounged on the edge of her mattress like he didn’t have a care in the world, one thick thigh slung over the other, the massive bulge in his stained panties shifting every time he breathed.

 

They were both waiting.

 

Max’s mouth felt dry. His mind was a screaming mess of fear, exhaustion, and something else he didn’t want to name—something that had started the moment Lucky sat on him yesterday and had only gotten louder every time the giant femboy’s ass had claimed him since.

 

He didn’t want to stay with Hazel. The thought of being her “experiment” for the next however-many months made his stomach twist. She was brilliant, sure, but she was also completely unhinged. The way she looked at him — like he was already halfway to being a permanent fixture in one of her orifices — terrified him.

 

But Lucky… Lucky was gross. Lazy. Stoned half the time and dangerously oblivious the other half. He’d sat on Max without noticing, farted on him for hours, and casually offered to let Hazel “run tests” on him like it was no big deal. And yet…

 

Max’s face burned as the memory of last night flashed through his head. The way Lucky had grinned when he pulled him out of his ass. The casual, almost fond way he’d called him his “lucky charm.” The way his huge, soft body had felt when he flopped down on the bed next to him. Even the way he’d looked in that stupid skunk outfit during the stream—ridiculous, but weirdly… cute.

 

And then there was the other thing. The thing Max was still trying very hard not to think about.

 

He swallowed hard and looked up at Lucky.

 

“I…” His voice came out small. “I want to stay with Lucky.”

 

The words hung in the air for a second. Lucky blinked, then slowly sat up straighter. A lazy, pleased smile spread across his face.

 

“Yeah?” he asked, tilting his head. “For real?”

 

Max nodded, not trusting his voice.

 

Above him, Hazel’s grin faltered, just for a moment. Then she let out a dramatic, theatrical sigh and flopped back in her chair. “Alright, I guess I can’t blame you. If I were your size, I’d be climbing that thing like a tree.” She nodded toward the bulge in Lucky’s underwear and wiggled her eyebrows. “But just so you know, I was really looking forward to seeing how long you could last in my colon.” She tapped her greasy fingers against the armrest, already scheming. “If you ever need a break from this guy, my backdoor’s always open. Got it?”

 

“Got it,” said Max, doing his best to maintain composure in the face of such an objectively unsettling offer.

 

“Good.” Hazel watched him for a beat, her eyes glinting behind her smudged glasses, then casually stepped across the room and dropped him into Lucky’s waiting palm. “Here.”

 

Lucky’s fingers curled around Max immediately—not tight enough to hurt, but firm. Max felt the heat of his skin, the faint tremor of leftover high, and the ever-present smell of weed, sweat, and ass.

 

“Thanks.” Lucky looked down at the tiny freshman cupped in his palm, then back at Hazel. “So, like, do you need anything from me for this? Like, science shit?”

 

Hazel’s grin turned positively wicked. She leaned back in her chair, thighs spreading as her fingers worked in slow, obvious circles beneath the fabric. “Well… A pair of your used undies would be perfect for inspiration while I work. You know how I like to stay motivated.” She bit her lip, buck teeth flashing. “Skid marks and all. Really gets the creative juices flowing.”

 

Lucky’s only response was a stoned scoff. “Pfft—nah, dude, I meant for the test,” he chuckled. “Like, actual ingredients or whatever.”

 

Hazel waved a dismissive, glistening hand. “Oh, that? Don’t even worry about it. You’ve left enough DNA in this room over the last year to sequence a whole new species.” She smirked. “You’re very generous with your contributions, Skunkboy.”

 

Lucky just shrugged, still grinning. “Cool. Thanks, Haze. I owe you one.”

 

“You owe me like six,” Hazel called after them as Lucky headed for the door, Max still cradled carefully against his chest. “And tell goth boy his sister still owes me fifty bucks for that last batch of serum!”

 

The door clicked shut behind them.

 

For a moment, they just stood in the hallway. Lucky’s heartbeat was loud against Max’s back. The giant femboy’s thumb gently brushed over Max’s tiny shoulder, almost absentmindedly.

 

“You sure you wanna stay with me, dude?” Lucky asked quietly, not looking down. “I mean… if you’re looking for someone who knows how this shit works, Hazel’s probably more your speed.”

 

Max was quiet for a second.

 

“I know,” he said. “But… I trust you more than her.”

 

“Yeah?” Lucky let out a soft, stoned little laugh, then he finally glanced down, green eyes hazy but warm. “Alright. Cool.”

 

Max felt his face heat up again.

 

Lucky started walking, his hips swaying with that lazy, bottom-heavy gait. With every step, Max was gently jostled against the giant femboy’s soft chest. After a few seconds, Lucky’s other hand came up and casually tugged the waistband of his sweatpants and panties open.

 

Without asking, he dropped Max inside.

 

The familiar, overwhelming heat and musk of Lucky’s crotch enveloped him instantly. Max landed against the base of the giant femboy’s heavy cock, the thick shaft already half-hard and radiating warmth. The smell was intense—days of unwashed skin, dried precum, sweat, and the lingering ghost of every fart Lucky had ripped since yesterday. It was disgusting. But it was also, somehow, starting to feel… familiar.

 

Lucky let the waistband snap shut, sealing Max in against his dick.

 

“Comfy?” he asked, voice muffled through the fabric.

 

Max didn’t answer right away. He was too busy trying to find a position that didn’t involve being completely smothered by warm, musky femboy cock.

 

“…Yeah,” he muttered eventually. “Just… warn me if you’re gonna fart again.”

 

Lucky’s laughter rumbled through his whole body. “No promises, dude.”

 

He started walking again, heading back toward his room. With every step, Max was ground gently against the thickening length of Lucky’s cock. The giant femboy wasn’t even hard yet, and it was still bigger than Max’s entire body.

 

When they finally reached Lucky’s room, the giant femboy kicked the door shut behind him and shuffled over to his desk. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband and peeled the front of his panties down, carefully fishing Max out from where he’d been pinned against the hot, sticky base of his cock.

 

Max came free with a soft, wet sound, his tiny body glistening with a mix of Lucky’s sweat and a thin smear of precum that had leaked out during the walk. Lucky set him down on the cluttered desk with surprising gentleness between a half-empty can of Monster and a crusty anime mousepad.

 

Max stood there on shaky legs, trying to catch his breath and wipe some of the mess off his skin. The room smelled exactly like he remembered—weed, old farts, sweat, and unwashed laundry.

 

Lucky flopped into his gaming chair, the frame creaking under his weight. He spun it around to face the desk, propping one socked foot up on the edge near Max.

 

Max took a deep breath.

 

“Hey, Lucky… about getting me back to normal.” He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly very aware of how naked and tiny he was. “Do you think there’s anyone else at Ventus who might be able to help? Like, someone in Minerva, or maybe a professor?”

 

Lucky blinked slowly, his hazy green eyes narrowing in mild confusion. He tilted his head like a big, confused dog.“Wait… but you just said you wanted to stay with me.”

 

Max’s stomach dropped. He scrambled to backpedal. “I do!” he said quickly. “I mean—I trust you way more than Hazel. And I’d rather be here than… wherever else. It’s just—if there’s even a chance of getting back to normal eventually, you know? I figured maybe we could look into it. Together.”

 

Lucky scratched his greasy hair, still looking a little puzzled but not upset. He leaned back in his chair, the motion making his soft belly and heavy bulge shift.

 

“I mean… I guess I get it,” he said after a moment. “Being three inches tall probably sucks ass most of the time.” He paused, then a slow, lazy smile spread across his face. “But hey—think about it this way. Once Haze finishes that serum, it might suck a lot less.”

 

Max looked up at him warily. “What do you mean?”

 

Lucky shrugged. “I mean, all the sciency shit she was talking about. Making it so, like, whenever I rip ass in front of you, you’ll be into it. And then it’s a win-win, right? You get to enjoy chilling with me, and I still get my lucky charm, who doesn’t mind the smell. Or even likes it.” He grinned wider, wiggling his eyebrows. “Could be kinda hot, dude.”

 

Max’s face burned crimson. The casual way Lucky described it—like it was the most normal thing in the world—sent a confusing rush of heat straight through him. He could already picture it: being buried under that massive, soft ass again, but instead of gagging and panicking, feeling… good. The thought made his tiny cock twitch traitorously against his thigh.

 

He quickly crossed his legs, hoping Lucky wouldn’t notice.

 

Lucky didn’t seem to. He just reached for his bong, still smiling that lazy, warm smile.

 

“Anyway,” he said, lighting up, “no rush on figuring it all out right now. You picked me. That’s what matters.” He took a long hit, held it, then exhaled a thick cloud of skunky smoke that drifted down toward the desk.

 

Max stood there on the desk, heart pounding, the giant femboy’s words echoing in his head.

 

 

He wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be comforting… or terrifying.

 

But the worst part was how much some small, traitorous part of him was already wondering what it would feel like when Hazel’s serum finally kicked in.