Booty Pageant Giantess/Shrinking & Farts chapter 3 by maximally

“Surprise! I’m back!” Lillian reappeared in the doorway, grinning. “And I brought Jen and Cindy!”

 

“Oh…” Max sighed. “Cool.”

 

Lillian’s grin grew. “I thought you’d say that.”

 

Before Max could think of something else to say, the Brazilian amazon bounced back into the room—her neon-pink yoga pants creaking as they tried—and failed—to hold back the wild, jiggling mountain of her ass.

 

Jen strutted in right behind, hips rolling with every step. Her new booty shorts, the same ones he’d just heard Lillian hyping up to Blaise, were even skimpier in person. The black spandex clung so tight it barely hid the bottom of her soft, creamy cheeks. The shorts made her hourglass shape look even more unreal, her thick ass and huge H-cup tits fighting for space under a white tank top that looked ready to snap. Her high ponytail flicked as she grinned, hazel eyes glinting with trouble.

 

Cindy trailed in last, her outfit just as shameless as the others. Her gray cotton shorts looked painted on, barely containing her massive, pear-shaped ass, almost as wide as Lillian’s. Her black crop top left a pale strip of belly exposed, and her short black hair bounced as she closed the door.

 

Max pressed himself against the far wall of the terrarium, heart thumping so loud he was sure they could hear it. Dealing with one giant gassy girl was bad enough. Three was worse.

 

“So, Max.” Lillian tapped the glass right in front of his face, eyes gleaming. “We need your help with something. Jen got these new shorts. Thought you might wanna give your expert opinion as our little booty connoisseur.”

 

Jen stepped up beside her, turning sideways to show off the profile. “What do you think, Max?” Her voice was warm and teasing, with a playful edge that said she already knew the answer. “Too much?”

 

“Be nice, Jen.” Cindy giggled, adjusting her glasses as she crowded in on Lillian’s other side.  “He’s probably still recovering from Lil’s wake-up call.” She leaned down, her soft belly pressing lightly against the glass as she peered in and sniffed the air. “You okay in there, little dude? Smells pretty ripe.”

 

Max’s face burned bright red, and he could already feel his tiny body betraying him with an all-too-familiar twitch of unwanted excitement.

 

Lillian bit her lip, eyes lighting up again. “Seems like he could use some fresh air.” She reached for the terrarium lid without waiting for permission, fingers curling over the edge. “Wanna come out and play while Jordana’s gone? We’ll be gentle. Mostly.”

 

Jen laughed softly, resting one hand on the glass near Max. Her massive breasts swayed forward as she leaned in, cleavage filling half his view. “Yeah, come on. We’ll keep you safe. Promise.”

 

Cindy just grinned, rocking from foot to foot, her eyes never leaving Max.

 

Max’s pulse hammered in his ears. He could scream, dive for cover in the crusty thong pile, or just freeze and hope they’d get bored. But with Lillian, that never worked. And the idea of facing Jordana and Brenda when they got back from the gym, both of them all sweaty and worked up, wasn’t much better.

 

He hesitated, a weird thrill fluttering in his chest. As much as he wanted to say no, something about this stupid game made it impossible to resist. ‘Screw it,’ he thought, throwing up both tiny hands. “Okay, okay. Yes. I’ll come out.” The words tumbled out before he could stop them—half-defeated, half-excited.

 

“There’s a good boy.” Lillian lifted the lid fully and reached in, her warm fingers pinching him gently around the torso. She lifted him out slowly, letting him dangle in front of the three giant faces that filled his entire sky.

 

“Aww, look at him. He’s already shaking.” Jen leaned in closer, her massive H-cup breasts swaying heavily under the thin tank top, nipples faintly visible through the fabric. She poked his chest lightly with one manicured finger, the touch sending him swinging. “Don’t worry, cutie. We’re just gonna have a little fun.”

 

“Yeah,” Cindy giggled, pushing her glasses up as she squeezed in next to Lillian. “Nothing too crazy. Well… maybe a little crazy.”

 

Lillian brought Max level with her face, emerald eyes sparkling. “Alright, here’s the game,” she said, voice sing-song. “We’re having a booty pageant, and you’re gonna be our little judge.”

 

Max’s mouth was dry. “A… a what?”

 

“A booty pageant!” Lillian giggled. “Basically, you have to decide which one of us has the best outfit today. Mostly from the waist down.” She turned sideways without waiting, presenting the full, overwhelming shelf of her neon-pink-clad ass. The spandex was stretched so thin it had gone slightly translucent across the deepest part of her crack. “And the winner gets to give the judge a booty ride for the rest of the day!”

 

Jen laughed, turning as well and bending forward slightly. Her shorts dug even deeper between her cheeks, framing two plump, creamy half-moons that wobbled enticingly. “You’re on, Lil..” She reached back and slapped one cheek hard, the impact sending a ripple that nearly knocked Max off balance in Lillian’s grip.

 

Lillian didn’t answer with words. Instead, she lowered Max slowly toward the waistband of her yoga pants. The heat intensified immediately—humid, thick, and laced with the sour, lingering aftermath of her morning burrito binge. She tugged the waistband out, creating a dark, sweaty tunnel between fabric and skin.

 

Max’s feet slid into the slick, steamy crease of her crack. The smell slammed into him—hot, sour, and way too intimate. Before he could even squeak, Lillian let go of the waistband.

 

The spandex snapped shut, plunging him into darkness against the top of her right cheek. The fabric mashed him into her soft, sweaty skin, flesh molding around his tiny body like hot dough. Above, muffled giggles echoed, followed by the hungry rumble of Lillian’s gut.

 

 

A long, wet blast ripped out right under him, the vibration shaking his whole body as hot air blasted past. The smell hit like a truck—thick, cheesy, and absolutely brutal.

 

“Oops~” Lillian sang, grinding her hips side to side. “That one slipped. What’s the score so far, judge?”

 

Max kept his mouth shut, lips pressed tight to the hot, slick skin of Lillian’s upper ass cheek. He knew better than to answer. Lillian’s questions were never for real.

 

Lillian let out a low, satisfied laugh, the sound rumbling through her whole body and into him. “No vote yet? Guess he needs more convincing.” She hooked her thumb under the waistband and yanked him out with two fingers. Max came out dripping with her sweat, sticky strands clinging to his skin like glue.

 

Jen was already waiting, bent forward slightly, her black booty shorts wedged so deeply that the lower curves of her creamy cheeks spilled out completely. She turned her head, ponytail swishing, and flashed him a wicked grin. “My turn, little judge.”

 

Lillian passed him over without ceremony. Jen’s fingers were warmer, softer, scented with vanilla and the salty sweetness of cleavage sweat that had trickled down her body all morning. She didn’t bother with teasing—she simply tugged the back of her shorts open and dropped him straight in.

 

Max slid down the slick, sweaty slope of her crack, the fabric snapping shut behind him with a sharp pop. Jen’s ass was a whole different world—plush, pillowy, her cheeks sinking in around him like warm memory foam. His face landed right in the cleft, nose pressed against the buried fabric of her panties. The heat was suffocating.

 

Jen wasted no time. She clenched her glutes, squeezing him deeper, then relaxed.

 

 

A long, bubbly fart burst out under him, hotter and wetter than Lillian’s, shaking him to his core. The smell hit right away—rich, meaty, with a weird sweetness from whatever protein shake she’d chugged earlier. It filled the space, thick enough to taste.

 

Jen sighed contentedly. “How’s the score looking now, Max?” She pressed a palm against the seat of her shorts, squishing him even flatter.

 

Cindy shifted excitedly, her own massive rear jiggling in her painted-on gray shorts. “Okay, okay—my turn next! I’ve got one that’s gonna blow both of you away.”

 

Lillian snorted. “We’ll see about that.”

 

Jen kept Max pinned for a few more seconds, soaking him in her scent. Then she finally fished him out and dangled him between thumb and forefinger so all three giant girls could get a good look at his flushed, sweat-soaked body.

 

Jen’s hazel eyes sparkled. “Alright, Cindy. Go get ‘em.” She handed him to Cindy like a toy microphone.

 

Cindy’s fingers closed around him gently, warm and a little clammy. She adjusted her glasses with her free hand, cheeks pink with excitement. “Okay, little dude. My turn.” For a moment, she almost sounded apologetic—until she grinned and spun around.

 

Her gray cotton shorts were stretched so tight over her huge, pear-shaped ass that the pale skin showed through in spots. The thong had disappeared deep between her heavy, doughy cheeks—cheeks almost as big as Lillian’s, soft, dimpled, and ridiculously wide. A faint wet patch marked the seat, the fabric glued to every curve.

 

Then, without further ado, she pulled back her waistband and let go. Max tumbled straight down into her crack, feeling her soft, heavy cheeks swallow him whole. Then her stomach let out a deep, wet growl.

 

 

A monstrous, bubbling fart exploded right under him, long, wet, and deafening. It just kept going, the hot, rotten wind blasting over his body—way stronger and nastier than the others, like old refried beans left out in the sun. Cindy squeaked, then burst into giggles, reaching back to pat her own ass right where he was trapped. “Phew! You still alive in there, Max?”

 

Above the muffled laughter from Lillian and Jen, Cindy kept him pinned for another long moment, rolling her hips so he was dragged through the sweaty, gas-soaked crease. Then, finally, she pulled him out and held him up to the light.

 

All three giantesses leaned in, their massive faces filling his field of view.

 

“Your final vote, Max?” Lillian asked sweetly. “Or do we go another round until someone wins?”