title: Shrinking Seduction aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Arnavon] id: [12682339] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期三, 八月 31日 2022, 3:21:18 下午

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Shrinking Seduction

Author: Arnavon Source: Shrinking Seduction [Gale Roleplay]

For a young man with such a nice car, stylish clothes and a hidden, sheltered, cozy house all his own, Simon lived a very free and mostly selfish life, unfettered with responsibilities. He'd come across a boy he found cute and interesting and, much as he always did, he approached him. Simon was vain, self-centered and somewhat immature. While handsome, he was jealous, possessive and one to hold grudges over very small, petty differences. He had immediately honed in on a shorter little bunny, the cat's limber body swooping in to make the boy squirm. He was aggressive and insistent. He showered the bunny in flattering praise, often flicking his wrists, rolling his eyes and swearing Arnie were the cutest boy there. All the while his leather dress shoe twisted into the ground, wanting to feel the bunny squirm at his heel. Not shy to flash money and be a bit forward in his approach, he was content he'd brought the bunny boy to his home willingly, intent on savoring every moment of abuse he would give him.

Almost a complete contrast with the tall, roguish, charming feline that'd captivated him, Arnavon was shy, introverted, and had a low sense of self worth. He'd been roped into appearing at the small club by his friends, but had found the solitude the bar offered more appealing and knocked more drinks down than he likely should have. Simon had swept the small, quiet bunny off of his feet rather handedly, starting with a heap of shameless flattery and ending with a proposal to go somewhere quieter and more private. He'd bid the friends he came with goodbye and took the tall, impressive feline up on his offer.. blown away by his unapologetic flare. Just the prospect of going somewhere away from the loud music and smell of tobacco and alcohol would have been enough to entice him.. but the overall swagger Simon displayed had the small-time rabbit eating out of the palm of the panther's hand.

Arnavon’s head came up just under his chest. He was slender, but not lanky. He had a smooth, lightly toned chest and powerful, slim legs. His every movement was limber, flexible, hips swaying from side to side. He guides the bunny into his home. The furniture seems slightly less 'Arnie'-sized and slightly more 'him'-sized. Simon was tall. Very tall. And he bought things that were appropriately big- less for his sake and more because he loved the idea that his guests would be made to feel that much shorter. That some shorter guests might have do a short little hop to climb up onto his luxurious leather couch. He guides his catch in. He takes the bunny to his living room, leaving him to sit and simmer in the butterflies in his stomach as he prepares coffee.

While the interior of the home was tailored towards a person far greater than himself, Arnie still found it far more accommodating than the obnoxiously loud, crowded, smelly bar. His eyes were wide in amazement as he peered around at all of the tall, large furniture and felt .. smaller than he usually did. He'd always been small, and often the butt of jokes as a result, but this was almost intimidating in a way, as though he were smaller than one -should- be. Even still, he hopped up onto the leather sofa, needing to hike one of his legs up onto the cushion before he could roll the rest of the way ontop, He sat on the more than spacious sofa and, as the feline rounded the corner out of view, he came to the realization that even if he were to stretch himself out from one end of the other, he'd still leave one of the cushions entirely untouched. Butterflies continued to flit and flutter about in his stomach, though he told himself it was the alcohol, and called out to Simon just for the comfort of hearing his voice again. "Th- thank you again .. for everything, Simon, sir!.. I- it was nice of you to pick up my tab like that... a- and the coffee.... this is a very nice place you have here!!"

Simon soon returns to Arnie, holding two small cups of espresso with him. He flaunts how little effort it takes for him to sit down on his own couch, noting that the bun’s legs didn't even reach the floor. He looks down at him over the rim of his glasses, handing him his coffee as he sips at his, grinning a broad, fangy grin. His blood red eyes were locked on the bunny boy, looking him up and down like a piece of meat, nodding as he was content he'd chosen Arnie as his plaything for the evening. "Of course it's a very nice place." He grins broadly, leaning his head to one side, closer to the bunny, his long, smooth, silky hair brushing to one side. One limber arm reaches over to him, hand brushing through the boy’s hair, his thick, powerful fingertips brushing agianst the back of his head, gesturing with his muzzle to the bun’s coffee. "Whenever I see something I want, I just take it. There are no exceptions." He makes sure that his fingertips tug at Arnie’s hair just as he says so, clear that he fell well within this category.

Eager to accept the warm cup of espresso, the small, boyish bunny was quick to nurse at his drink in soft sips, finding it particularly inviting on such a cool, autumn night such as this. Despite the scent of the bar still on his clothing, the atmosphere was comfortable enough to lull Arnie into a sense of security that, at first, brought his guard down. He inched himself just a few scooches closer towards the tall, looming feline and allowed his snowy headfur to be teased, tugged and toyed with at leisure; finding the handsome panther's uncanny interest in him thrilling. "T- to tell you the truth.. this is the first time I've ever done something like this.. I- I really don't make a habit out of going back home with people I meet at bars... I'm... flattered you've taken such an interest in me, s- sir. I just don't know what I have to offer someone as uh...er.... someone like you." he states, his fuzzy features lighting up a hot shade of crimson as he fumbles nervously with his mug of coffee; eyes averted from that pointed, blood-red gaze.

Simon’s eyes never leave Arnie. He stares into the bunny’s eyes, his thick, powerful, masculine hands pulling his head in closer. The ring at his fingertips sends a strange sensation through him as his crimson eyes lock with the bunny’s. His ring, very slowly begins to take its effect, stealing the bun boy’s size. However, in addition to this, his rings had a very mild hypnotizing effect, best described as making others far more easily susceptible to suggestion and willing to give in to his command. "Oh yes," Simon says, climbing up onto the couch, his other hand reaching down to grope at his bulge, already having stolen a few inches of Arnie’s height, his leg propping up to brush against his. He's on the couch completely on his knees, tail swaying behind him, ready to pounce on the bunny.

In any other situation, the little introvert likely would have felt uncomfortable with such forward actions.. but in this one instance, he was utterly entranced. He leaned his head all the more into that broad, padded palm that continuously stroked at his ears and headfur, his expressive, blue eyes glazing over with content. A dopy, buck-toothed little grin split his fuzzy features as he offered the leathery padding of Simon's hand a few affectionate little licks, at one point grazing the metal ring with his tongue and feeling a faint, but inviting tingle as a result. As the other hand slid between his thighs and groped at his steadily growing loins, Arnavon utterly melted in his seat, slumping further down, though it was still not enough to put his paws on the floor at such a measly height. With all the excitement, he wouldn't become aware of the inches he'd lost.. all he could think about was how much he wanted to reciprocate the wealth of splendorous emotions the feline gave him. His eyes now locked with Simons, peering past the small spectacles into twin pools of hot crimson with growing desire. "M- mmff.... I'd do anything to repay you, M- Mr. Simon~" He gushed sweetly.

Simon leans forward. He purrs, his chest rumbling fangs spread in a wide, beaming grin.  Arnie’s smaller. His clothes feel looser upon his body. His long, slender, powerful, masculine hand slides up the bunny’s body and pulls at the collar of his shirt as his hand reaches to the collar of his, unbuttoning it. His clothes felt slightly tighter, having gained the size he stole from his plaything. The shrinking gradually gets faster for now. The bun was much too tall for him. Simon wanted him tall enough to have him standing just below his waist. He wants to be a monster to the bunny. "You're going to do everything I say, cutie." His voice rings in Arnie’s ears. It echoes. The tingling sensation his ring creates wracks at his brain, leaving it all the harder to deny the requests he makes of little Arnie. Simon owns him and he knows it.

His head still buzzing, Arnavon told himself at first that it was little more than the alcohol messing with him, assuming Simon plucked at the first few buttons of his shirt for.. pleasurable reasons more than anything. The bunny continued to lean his fat, fuzzy cheek into the feline's palm, the very source of his slow dwindling... even after it began to dawn on him the tingle he felt was more than just the drinks he had earlier. Feeling his own clothes grow loose, the neck of his shirt now draping over his shoulders, threatening to slip right off his torso as his diminishing began to grow at a steady rate. Despite the alarm one should feel in such a bizarre situation, the effect of the ring, coupled with Simon's charm meant Arnie remained just as helpless as ever, leaning himself closer and closer to the alluring feline with each passing second. "O-.. of course.... I-.. I just want to make you happy,... t-.. tell me how I can make you happy, Mr. Simon~"

Simon brushes one  hand through his hair, bringing it back down to unbutton his shirt, letting it move down gradually to his hips. He stands- one knee resting on the leather couch, the other stretched out against the ground, taller, more intimidating than ever. His clothes are tight to him, begging to be pulled off. "You're going to give into me," Simon says, his other hand gripping forcefully at Arnie’s hair, bringing it in closer. His masculine scent is strong. The bulge in his pants is thick. He soon undoes his belt in one hand, still continuing to steal the bunny’s size. He’s past being waist high. The bun’s head would have come up to his ankles- and he grows all the more. He continues to get bigger and bigger. Soon his pants are off, hugging his legs and he buries The boy’s face into the bright red fabric of his tight boxer-briefs.

His response came in the form of a gentle whimper and a quick snap of his head as his hair is tugged at more firmly than ever. As he steadily diminished, it would at some point dawn on the morbidly miniscule bunny that it wasn't only his own height that had undergone drastic changes. The crisp shirt slipped off, Simon's lithe figure put on display with every article of clothing removed, Arnie too found his clothing naturally shedding right off of him, becoming a pile at his feet. Before long he would need to forcibly grip at the waistline of his boxer shorts just to keep them around his waist, becoming more like baggy pants. Despite it all, the bunny boy wouldn't offer a single flinch of resistance, even as his soft, short muzzle was pressed into the warm, musky bulge of the feline's potent loins. He bathed the outside of Simon's cotton briefs in a few affectionate little licks, his small hands wrapping around his steadily growing thighs in an effort to embrace him just as much as he could. "A-..  anything you want..~"

"Take it in, bitch." He grins toothily, his eyes lidding shut. He leans his head to one side, grinding and swaying his hips forward, his bulge burying into Arnie’s face. "Fill your lungs with it. Kiss it. You're going to be fucking worshipping it tonight, along with the rest of me”, he then pulls back, his powerful arms tugging at Arnie’s legs, letting him lay flat on the couch on his back. He lets himself come to sit upon the bunny’s waist, his thick bulge resting over his, dwarfing and overshadowing it in every way. He kicks off his dress shoes- already too tight for him. He adjusts himself as he lets his legs sweep over him, his hot, sweat-dampened, purple and black-striped socks pressing down into his face. His feet are larger- so much larger at the size he's at, having taken his feet from his prey. Simon grinds and kneads the balls of his feet into him, letting his thick, powerful toes push against the bun’s lips. "You want to take off my socks, don't you, hun?"

In any other scenario, Arnavon likely would have leaped for the front door and attempted to flee as far and as fast as his now unnaturally small legs could carry him. So swayed by the leopards presence, the bunny simply did as he was bid, taking one long, deep inhale of that masculine aroma gently radiating from Simon's hot, humid loins, relinquishing a low moan as a result. He sighed it out wistfully and offered a few soft kisses to the impressive package, nuzzling his muzzle all the more firmly into the cat's colossal loins until he's sent sprawling with one swift jerk of his leg. Staring straight upward, his mind foggy, the alcohol still faintly in his system, the now nude bunny boy felt the incredible weight sinking his lower half into the leather couch cushions with a tight creaking sound, unable to wiggle free even if he so wished at this point. His long ears perked at the THUMP-CLOMPing of those now enormous dress shoes falling to the side of the sofa before two broad footpaws were draped over his face. With such a drastic difference in size, nearly the entirety of Arnie's upper half was smothered beneath twin footpaws big enough to make any bunny swoon. Once again, this time without being asked he'd heave in a deep breath of the panther's pawscent, pushing a few kisses into the damp fabric before obediently tugging and one sock off with his hands, the other with his teeth, eager to get at the source of their scent. "M-.. more than anything~... I- I want you more than anything in my life.." He croaned adoringly.

As Arnie pulls off his socks, his bare sole presses over the bunny’s face, a toering not unlike those at his fingertips presses against his face. He clenches down over the bun’s bulge, grinding and pressing into him. Simon’s own cock is hard, throbbing, balls weighing down over his belly. He's sure he could tear the boy in two if he decided to.  "Suckle at my toes, you tiny little bitch. Tell me how much you love me." Simon continues, a glutton for worship and praise. He adores being lavished over and told how pretty and wonderful he is. "You love it all." He continues to steal his plaything’s size through the ring at his feet.

Still unwitting of the source of his diminishing size, his mind awash with tantalizing thoughts, at the mercy of someone he had already seen as superior to him, Arnie was eager to comply. His lips happened to glomp over the very toe containing the toe-ring, his tongue traipsing over the metal band again and again each time he greedily dragged it along Simon's pad, stealing away it's flavor and filling his nostrils with the scent of worn leather, masculine arousal and unwashed footpaws. His cheeks were more flush than they'd been at the bar, his own arousal stifled by one of the panther's thighs, he let his eyes close shut, moaning with delight despite the very digit he drooled upon filling his muzzle more and more with every tingle of that toe-ring. He'd let that toe pop free only to put his muzzle to work praising his captor. "Mmmhh.. I- I do... I've never... ooph.. met anyone a- as special.. a- as wonderful as you, Mr. Simon~.. all I want i- is to be useful to you.. t- to add to your magnificence i- in any way I can... e- everything leading up to meeting you means nothing to me.." 

Arnie’s down to knee height to him. It's at this point that he pulls his feet away from him, sitting at the opposite end of that couch. He's massive. If he stood upright, he would  threaten to hit the ceiling. He was monstrous in height. His undies clung desperately to his hips, ready to snap under the sheer size of his package, his cock throbbing hard enough to burst through it. His legs spread. The panther’s head leans to one side and he gestures to the bunny, wanting him to approach him. He is sure his hypnosis is still effective. He is sure the bun will give in willingly and do every little thing he asks.

The moment those broad, powerful paws withdraw Arnie let off a gentle whimper and wiggled to the far end of the sofa, now finding it almost impossible to share the colossal couch with Simon scrunched across it's length. Now little more than a doll by comparison, the nude little bunny boy did as he was silently bid, crawling his way over the cat's strong, tree-trunk thighs towards his barely contained arousal. He gave a ravenous lick at his whiskers and buried his muzzle into the feline's package, offering kiss after greedy kiss whilst filling his lungs with the intoxicating scent of masculine musk. Clasping at the struggling band of elastic, Arnie dragged those briefs down to expose Simon's cock, now the length of his arm, and began to offer the tender tip a few slow laps.. moaning to himself again with delight. "Y-... you taste wonderful.. M-.. Mr. Simon~"

He snickers. Arnie’s eagerness is not lost on him. Simon allows him the chance to give a few licks at his cock before his hand reaches down to the bun boy’s muzzle. His fingertips wrap around his chin, guiding his toy up to look into his eyes. His legs spread, letting the bun climb up onto his body. He's wonderfully massive. Simon lets him approach. The very moment he can, his hands pull Arnie in and his lips press against his. Those palms are thick, powerful and massive. His fingertips probe over the bun’s body as his tongue pushes into the boy’s maw. That muscle is too big for him to handle. It fills his tiny mouth instantly as it probes and pushes around from cheek to cheek. The panther’s massive muscle tonguefucks that tiny little maw as his hands rub along his back, groping at the comparatively small rump and groin. His chest rises and falls, pressing against the bunny’s, his every rumble reverberating against him.

By this point, his mind swimming with delight, buzzing with an insatiable need to make himself of use to the phenomenal feline looming over him. With another softly uttered whimper, the flush bunny boy allowed himself to be scooped up without a kick or wiggle and hefted up in both hands like one might hold a small child. The press of Simon's smooth, black lips was electrifying, sending goosebumps down Arnie's spine.. believing himself utterly unworthy of such intimate affections. His eyes closed and, for just a brief moment, he'd worm around as that thick tongue probed into the depths of his own maw, filling it fully in an overwhelmingly passionate, suffocating kiss. Those thickly padded, masculine fingers work over his pert rump, that thick, spade tail of his and his little cock throbbing with need, stroked in an oh-so-scintillating fashion. He closed his eyes tight and merely allowed himself to be the colossal cat's plaything.. wanting to be used.. wanting to give himself fully to someone so much larger,.. so much better than himself.  

Simon still lets his hands brush over the bitty bunny’s back. He's still shrinking his toy, but he's taking his time. His hands pull Arnie up off the ground, thumbs dig into his chest. His thick, straight, cerulean blue hair shields his blood red eyes from view. He's more monsterous than ever before. He pulls the bunny off the ground, bringing his hips to that little muzzle. The bunny’s legs poke out at the sides of his lips, his thick, massive tongue lapping and suckling over his tiny, throbbing cock. The panther’s thick, masculine hands continue to brush along his back as he abuses his new acquisition, eliciting moans and a lusty reaction out of the bun, enjoying it.

"O- o- ohh g-.. god.." The bunny huffed, his chest compacted by two thickly padded thumbs, his back-side cradled by the clasp of Simon's masculine handpaws. He'd kick and worm about just a little as waves of overwhelming ecstasy  fogged his mind.  His own tiny hands gripped at the panther's whiskers, his head cocked back and eyes still as tightly wrenched shut as ever. Panting as that skilled, silky tongue slid over his comparatively miniscule manhood, occasionally clamped in those inviting, rubbery lips, the bunny boy was utter putty in Simon's ever-growing hands; the ring continuing it's glide along his spine, further hypnotizing him and siphoning away what little size he had left to offer. He dribbled his excitement over the panther's powerful tongue, brought to new heights of arousal he'd never felt in his young life. He needed more.. bucking his little hips, humping at the cat's broad, fuzzy muzzle, hugging himself in a press against it as if wishing to meld with it. "S-.. Simon.."

Simon’s rings still suck the size out of the bun, adding it to his own. Arnie’s the size of a stuffed animal to him and still shrinking. The panther’s tongue spreads the boy’s legs out painfully, his fangs brushing against his legs as he sucks. He loves seeing the bunny fawn over him, lost in lust for him as his master. He owns the bun boy. Simon will ensure he swore loyalty and fealty to him now, in preparation for when he's made Arnie insignificantly small, a toy for him for eternity.