title: Downsizing in the Dorm aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [DexTheRabbit] id: [44320772, 46805811] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期四, 九月 8日 2022, 11:56:03 晚上

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Downsizing in the Dorm

Author: DexTheRabbit Source: Downsizing in the Dorm, Downsizing in the Dorm PT. 2 (Final)

Part 1

“Harry! Are you here?” I called out. It echoed throughout the lab room, seemingly unheard. The strong smell of rubbing alcohol caused my nose to wrinkle in its pungent odor.

There was no stirring from the tables or chairs that were unoccupied. Perhaps he left for the day, Spring break just started today. A whole week off from college courses and the promise of rest and relaxation was tantalizing and almost convinced me to leave right now without an answer from him.

“Ben! Glad to hear from you!..Just a second! Finishing up some loose ends, come in,” a voice from an unseen direction cried out. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and strided through the door, letting it close silently behind me with a satisfying click. “So much for an early dismissal”, I grumble. My long ears twitched and perked, trying to pick any other entities that may be hiding from the classroom. But it was meant with a resounding silence.

The campus’s science wing and subsequent labs were always cleaned and organized with utmost care. Many of the beakers and equipment were tucked away and files neatly stacked in their cubbies. Most students' classes have ended for the day. So it should have been quiet, peaceful even, if a certain raven could just let his research and experiments rest. But when a friend calls, it's difficult to say “no”. Following through the backdoor to the workshop, I spot the purple hued raven.

His white lab coat hung and wrapped tightly around the figure. That long beak of his was buried deep into some concoction on the desk. It was impossible to make out what he was working on. Doubly so as his back was facing me.

“I assume you got my message,” he asked without turning to face, typical behavior for the bird. I shot a skeptical look at his direction. Just from the aura, he definitely could feel the exasperation of being in a classroom when I should be anywhere but.

“Duh, that's why I’m here… So what do you need help with this time?” I asked with little interest. He swung around in that stout swivel chair, a joyful expression sported his face as if he won the lottery. Those gorgeous feathers stood up on end and he was practically jumping in anticipation. His usual lab attire underneath the aforementioned coat was a button checkered plaid shirt and jeans. They were slightly messy and worn in, a reflection of how he treated his work . And  a far contrast to the worn sneakers, black basketball shorts and shirt I wore.

“Got another test trial that desperately needs data”, he folded his wings, calming himself upon saying that. And with that, my smile faded and long ears drooped.

“Please tell me it's not something that will take long. I also have a loose end to take care of”, I remarked without further detail. An eyebrow raised on him and a grin slowly appeared on that beak, and I knew there was a mistake in my wording.

“OOOooooo. I bet you're going to go see WinonaAAAaa”, he mocked, twirling a single feather in the air above his pointed head. It was challenging to hide the slight blush under my cream colored fur and my ears twitch noticeably under the slight embarrassment and anger of it. Composing myself, I stand up straight to face the teasing.

“Of course. She is staying here for the week while I head home for Spring break. Just as you should be. But, I would like to hang out with her one more time before the long drive home”, I say proudly. He smiles slightly before swiveling back in his rotating stool. I can’t help but get closer, curious about what he was fidgeting with this time.

“Don’t blame you”, the raven started abruptly, “I know you have a thing for that wolf. The hangouts out all the time, multiple movie nights, and exercise partners for what? Four semesters now?” Turning once to face me as if to make a point. “I think you should just go for it. And for your information, I AM leaving soon, just need to tidy some things up here”, he finished. There was no response that came to mind. All of what he said was true.

I met Winona, a red timberwolf, in a mutual class four semesters ago during freshman year. All it took was a borrowed pencil from her and it got us talking regularly during lectures. She noticed a band t-shirt I wore one day and then it was sharing music, comparing favorite genres of movies, and invitations to parties.  What I didn’t account for was the feelings developing for her. She was gorgeous. Mahogany red fur draped over her entire body and curled brown hair fell in folds around her head. Her eyes sparkled like green emeralds in the sun and her pert and perky features made her voluptuous in both bosom and behind.

But it was her attitude of not taking any crap from anyone and the way she interacted comfortably with anyone she met that made me crush on her hard. She often would get touchy with other beasts to make them welcome and her slight hot headedness made her cute, even if she towered over me.

But I hesitated in sharing any feelings that were there. I lacked the confidence needed, fearing how she would react to an eastern cottontail admitting his love. So we have been platonic for a while. Hanging out and partying on the weekends, and going to her dorm for movie nights and video games was all we ever did alone. The playful banter and inside jokes were starting to become a usual conversation topic for us around other companions. And Harry was one of the many friends who found it fun to poke at us. I wonder if her mutuals say anything about me?

But I digress, and decide not to add anything more to this specific conversation. Trying to do damage control was like stepping in a minefield with this bird brain. It would just add more fuel to his fire. Something that all my patience and time in the world couldn't and wouldn’t help.

Knowing this, I simply changed the subject.

“What do you need from me now? A hair sample? More nasty liquids that will ‘increase my height’ as you claim?” I pestered, knowing those previous blunders of his would grind those gears. And from the facial expression he wore in response, it worked.

“Hmmmm, If I remember correctly, you wanted that height project to work more than I did”, he spitted matter of factly. He was right, of course. Being 4’ 9’’ was annoying when most of your peers outsized you, especially Winona, who stood at an average 5’ 11’’. My eyes managed to greet her midsection when standing full height. The idea for a height serum stemmed from the embarrassment I got when she would bend down on those haunches of hers just to speak to me in public. Made me feel like a child, or a pup. Multiple conversations with the wolf were spoken, but she’d laugh and play it off. I guess it wasn’t the end of the world that it didn’t work. Maybe she did that to ensure comfortability? A rabbit and a wolf being friends was an odd sigh to say the least. And us as a couple? Even stranger.

Regardless, Harry knew he hit a nerve within my being and without another word, reached into his coat pocket and produced a small capsule.”I need you to eat this”, he spoke quickly. In between his feathers was a small yellow pill. A roundish fickle thing that he dropped into my open paws. Looked more like candy found in a boardwalk beach shop than something produced in a college laboratory. I studied it carefully and noticed nothing out of the ordinary. But I’m often known as the “skeptic bunny”, especially with Harry. I hunched my shoulders and raised a pondering eyebrow in response.

“Ok… What is it?” I questioned. The raven pointed stately with his wing instantly.

“That is my new experiment in dieting formulas. The desired effect is to speed up your metabolism, so any carbs you consume won’t be stored as lipids or in your term, fats. All you need to do is take it and record your experience. Hunger, feelings, and weight change over the week,” he explained. I just stood there staring him down, understanding about half of it. A bio engineering student explaining this to an English major was beyond amusing.

“And that's all”?

“That's all”, he blankly stated. And with that he turned back to the cold black desk and clacked away at a laptop he opened. I tilt the bright yellow morsel around in my paw, looking for any defects in its design. It's too simple for him.

“What's the side effects?” I asked, still doubting.

“None that aren’t expected”, he calmly responded. “Besides weight loss, fatigue, mood swings, and behavior changes… To name a few”.

“Oh, great. Really looking forward to that”, I scoffed.

“If you do this for me, I’ll write that book report for you”, he offered.

“Deal”, I agreed hastily. Seriously hated writing reports and a free one was beyond exciting. Wasting no more of my precious time and grabbing an empty beaker to fill with water. I pop the morsel into my maw and chug it down swiftly with crisp water. I wanted to get on with my day and meet Winona, if that meant slight mood swings and a host of other problems later, then so be it. Making my way to the exit I hear the raven call.

“I did increase the dosage, so you might experience those aforementioned side effects in the next half hour or so-”

“What!? You didn’t think to tell me that before I took it?” my anger rising. He shrugs lazily. As if he didn't remember to tell.

“You were eager. And I couldn't very well stop your enthusiasm, truly it is your best feature”, he explained, hiding a smile behind his wings. “But you should be fine, there might be slight kinks in the design”, the bird continued,”But nothing serious. And nothing a little check up on the wolfess won’t fix”. Mentioning her again made something in me stir, both in my mind and my shorts. To wrap up time and get moving, I cover it up once again by changing the subject.

“Sure, I’ll let you know what happens” , I wave behind me. Just ready to move on and start heading for the door when Harry calls out one last time.

“Thanks again! Enjoy your break, and good luck with Winona!”, he mocked. His tone was beyond anything I could tolerate right now. But I couldn’t care less about his jests and prodding. I merely returned a smile at my friend and left the lab.

Jogging slightly, my excitement to see her was unmatched. Couldn’t wait to see her and laugh about the good memories we accumulated over the years. Tell her about my plans and the day that happened. There was no doubt in my mind how I felt about that canine. The thoughts turned to how her mahogany fur was always so soft and bright.

Winona is not someone I could call ‘traditionally feminine’ confidently. She liked to listen to heavy rock and grunge, played violent video games and swore like a sailor any chance that arrived. ‘Ladylike’ she certainly was not. To add more, she often wore loose clothing when in the company of friends, opting for hoodies and tight ripped jeans when with friends. Rarely have we ever seen her dressed up. If I ever saw her in a dress, it would be in a dream. She was like the opposite of girly-girl. And it just made her more attractive in my eyes. I would absolutely kill for that type of confidence and “devil may care” attitude. She  made me comfortable to be around, except for the height difference.

Speaking of, Winona was tall compared to me of course. Her athletic built frame with supple large breasts and equally massive rump that struggled in any pants she wore made me stare way too often. The heart in my chest was rising thinking about this dog, and something else. I had to hide the slight bulge building in my black sport shorts as I walked to the dorm and shook those vices out of my head. She was a great friend, always wanting to hang out at her place, listen to music, play games, and push me to do more when it comes to our weekly workouts. She made me feel like I could do anything when around her, and be the best bunny I could be.

Although it made it hard as I was always playing catch up in terms of our exercises. The all too vivid image of being behind her on our warmup jogs. Her longer legs strided farther and faster than mine. And those lovely globes of her perky behind practically swallowed any shorts she wore. In my mind they juggled against each other and outlined the crack so well, like a fine line. No, she is a good friend. Can’t let something like my dumb horniness get in the way of someone I geinuley care about, or ruin it.

I was suddenly startled out of my thoughts by a fox woman who almost ran me over. Upon looking behind me, it was one of the professors. Her black pencil skirt and white blouse looked sharp and her high heels clicked with poise and grace. I could have sworn that she shot me a dirty look behind those black framed glasses. As if to say, “how dare you get in my way”. In return, I returned a dirty scornful look back and made my way to Winona’s room.

Turning down two long hallways and arriving at my destination; Room 617. The simple wooden door was caked in decoration for springtime. Vivid green construction paper caterpillars were glued to the plank and Wnona’s name was written clearly on them in cursive. Right next to that name was “Victoria”, who was her suitemate.

My fist collided with the wood with reserved strength three times and patiently waited for an answer. Wasn’t long before the door creaked open and a striking bright blue eye peered down at me. The door swung fully open and a snow white husky girl was leaning on the frame. That fur was almost blinding under the dim lights of the dorm. The eyes seemed bored, as if rest had eluded them for many nights. Her short blonde hair was messy and the gray shorts she wore had small blotches of coffee stains on it. It truly complemented her dark blue tank top which was also untucked and wrinkled. She stood and rubbed her eyes from sleep momentarily before speaking.

“Hey, Ben,” she yawned out, stretching her slender arms to the sky and arching her back, perking those small breasts through the stretchy fabric slightly. “She’s not back from the gym yet, but you can wait in her room like usual if you want”, she said lazily . “Don’t really care, I need to get back to sleep,'' she finished. I nodded and she beckoned around to follow her in. “If you need me… Don’t. Putting my earbuds in”, she waved sluggishly with an open paw. With that out of the way she opened her door and I caught a glimpse of the dorm the husky resided in. Many jars had been laid out, some with live insect specimens and others lay empty. There was a striking monarch butterfly that fluttered around in its prison before the door closed, sealing it off from the world.

I didn’t know much about Victoria. Enough to know she liked to be called Vicky more than the full name given. We hung out sometimes, sure, but often at parties. From past conversations I had with her, she really took her entomology studies seriously. More frequently, skipping social time to work, or catching some bugs and taking notes. She was a teacher’s pet without a reasonable doubt. But we were courteous and friendly, even if she came off as rude due to her wording. An introvert was a part of her, but on good terms was always better than not.

And she didn’t care for me entering and staying over at Winona’s dorm.

The dorms had single bedrooms and two bathrooms for each. So Winona and Vicky both had their own areas to study, live, invite friends over and such. One would usually have to admit a guest over a paper sign in sheet with the RA, but since everyone was leaving after exams, they didn’t seem to care much today. I reach up and twist the handle to the wolf’s room and shut it behind me.

The first thing everyone noticed about the timberwolf’s room was the absolute mess. Clothing was scattered across the floor from shirts to socks. Textbooks and old papers lay crumpled and tossed about littered the ground. Her bed was chaotically untucked with the nightstand following suit with drawers open everywhere. Just below the foot of the bed was the hamper stack of discarded clothing almost overflowing. Just like it has been since freshman year.

Her decorating barely changed with the times as well. Band posters and video games plaster both walls leaving little for the original white drywall to be seen. And flags with random memes pasted with the basic impact font that she bought impulsively. Not much you can do with a basic college dormitory, so I think she did well considering my room had next to nothing in terms of decorations. That basic white wall with a superhero poster was all I set up was all that was striking in Ben's room.

The next thing that was strikingly noticeable was the fragrance. I had to take a long breath in through my nose. It smelled of her, like sweet, ripe strawberries of summer with the slight warm scent of her fur. It was intoxicating and instantly my mind was flooded with memories of movie nights here. Sometimes, I would fall asleep in her lap by accident from the late night endeavors. It flustered me greatly, but she didn’t seem to mind. Although the constant teasing and reminding of it is part of our daily meetups. The plush of her thighs got me thinking about her again and the pressure from the beast below reared its ugly head. Threatening release from the shorts it was confined in. I cleared my thoughts and tried to think of anything else. Would die if she entered and saw me pitching a tent. Just bury me right where I stood, cause I would never hear the end of it from her.

Stepping forwards and resting my back against her desk to wait, I couldn’t help but poke into what she might have been up to. There was a notebook and textbook marked with sticky notes, but she could have also been procrastinating. This was evident of the single controller over a closed laptop and a slight hum from the machine confirmed my theory. Chuckling slightly at the memory of the last dungeon we did where she kept falling into lava and rage quit so hard. Unlike myself, She was a big gamer. Always going on about DLC and new releases. I understood about half of it, but it made her happy, and I was overjoyed she was sharing that enthusiasm. She was so cute when angered, like an upset child. Stomping, kicking, and swearing under her breath. I should be afraid due to her massive size, but I couldn’t help opening my mouth while giggling at those antics. Much to the dismay of her.

As my head traveled downwards to face the floor, I spotted a familiar black shirt. Bending down to investigate its likeness. It was the band shirt she borrowed when we went to a concert a year ago. I had an extra with the tickets bought, so sharing was more than pleasurable, I didn't realize it was never returned, wonder how long it's been here? Instant memories come back of how much fun the two of us had that night. That's where I learned that she couldn’t dance to save a life. Didn’t bother her, though and made for great entertainment. A free untamed spirit was like a mantra for her, a code of ethics she lived by. I picked up the shirt gingerly, as if the threads would dissolve if handled incorrectly.

Upon closer inspection, the garment has seen better days. Worn down from use I imagine, the logo of the band is barely visible now. With the shirt still in hand, I breathe a mighty sigh and look left to face a reflection in the mirror. A full length wooden mirror stood and there was that 4’ 9’’ rabbit. The tuft of brown hair poking out from my cream colored fur was strikingly noticeable. My wine red t-shirt hung loosely while my sport shorts were tight, especially since my cock was starting to throb again. Thinking about Winona again was to blame.

And then a devious thought emerged, and I couldn't really help it. Here I was, alone in the dormitory of a girl and surrounded by her heavy scent. The shirt in my hand got tighter as my mind wandered to that musk emanating from it. Certainly looks like it hasn’t been washed in a while. My instincts and hormones kicked in. It wouldn’t be that hard, just a quick whiff and done. This made me hard below and I looked one last time at the door, and without rationalizing more, I closed my eyes and slammed the black cloth into my snout and huffed as hard as I could.

A deep breath of the fibers and I was in heaven, her scent and slight perfume into this one piece of cloth made it smelled sweet and sour at the same time. The odor of the sweat that sunk into the fabric was so wonderful and foul. My legs gave out slightly and I had to catch myself from lack of oxygen. Then my cock ached desperately to be grasped. There was no use in ignoring it any longer. I abided and used a free hand to start rubbing the bulge through my shorts which were properly tenting, practically begging to be released from bondage. Moaning slightly, all thoughts that came were about her, being with her, having our bodies entangled in pleasure. My breathing was audibly getting faster and the heart in my chest was raging as sweat beaded upon my forehead and quickly sunk into my cream fur.

I kept rubbing, getting visceral and rougher, until some pressure was released from my groin, as the pre cum fell out and stained my underwear with its warm, wet embrace. It felt great, but I needed more. My shorts were looser and my shirt was practically heavier under this pleasure that I found. The tent wasn’t as big anymore, and now my shirt felt weighty from the thrill. The garment in my hand was bigger like it was- wait.

I opened my eyes to notice that my pants were slipping downwards ever so slightly. That was odd, they were usually strapped to my waist tightly. Especially since I just bought them last week. Letting go of my dick to grasp my pants and pull them up, before they fell down once more, farther this time. Then my shirt started sliding off my shoulders. And did the room look bigger? I used to be eye height above the desk and now it's below, my head meeting with the handle of a bottom drawer. Dropping eye height once more and I could do nothing as my pants fully fell around my ankles, it's now two times bigger than it was. Something was clearly wrong.

Was I getting smaller? I looked around as the room itself was growing… No, was I shrinking?! Not knowing what to do as the gradual increase of reduction continued. What was I to do? The only thing you should do when in panic.

“Help!”, my now shrill voice screeched out, it was like a small childs now. My eyes widened as I felt my blue boxer briefs were starting to become baggy, the waistband now like rope unraveling around me. I released my grip of the black garment of her shirt in my hand which was now looking more like a large comforter as it covered over my head, sealing me in darkness. It was getting too large to hold now. Not wanting to be trapped, I attempted to escape the cloth collapsing around my figure and instantly slipped on something slick resulting in crashing on my back. I layed there with all the breath sucked out of me. Pain emanating from all over and covered in complete blackness of heavy cloth. I was now cowering in my own underwear which now had a strong scent from my pathetic mastrubartion attempt. Don’t need to take a wild guess that it was the pre cum that caused the fall. I groaned from disgust, both what I just did and being stuck in my own musk and soiled undies.

Sitting myself up to stand, then immediately stumbling over more of my ejaculation and faceplanting into it. I peeled my face and body off it, which caused it to cake my fur in its juice. This was horribly appalling. Any attempt to wipe it off made it worse, spreading it more. Needed to leave this makeshift prison, but there was no clear exit, just pitch blackness and heat from the worn clothing. And walking was clearly not a good option, unless I wanted to keep falling down. Another option was needed. Forcing myself down on all fours and crawling through the inky blackness of my briefs to find an exit seemed like a decent plan, and so began my odyssey of underwear. Wasn’t difficult to deduce that my position was the crotch as the smell of pre-cum and my sweat was strongest. I tried to focus on my task: get out of the circus tent that was now my undies and find help, that's my goal as of now, figure out what caused this later.

I finally caught a glimpse of some light at the end of this terrible dark cotton tunnel. Craving freedom, I picked up speed and forced the fabric out of the way, fighting with all my might now that something as simple as clothing can trap me. It was pathetic to think about that. Standing up now to use my full strength I trip over the waistband of my underwear and tumble out into blinding light. Then instantly fumbling down a makeshift slide of soft fabric, landing on my butt with a hard plop. Brushing myself off and quickly launching back to my feet, I take in my new environment.

It was as if standing on a brand new planet. The once miniscule dorm room was now gargantuan in size. The short walkway was now a football field of criss-crossing wood planking that sprawled endlessly. The bed, desk, and wardrobe were now skyscrapers that stretched upwards, having to crane my neck to see their tops. While gazing upwards, it was hard not to get vertigo from the ceiling. Which in itself was a sky of white drywall and the lightbulb overhead a monolithic sun that would never set. The scattered trash and clothing stood as statues for a lost and forgotten civilization. I thought being short was bad before, but now this? I always wanted to grow taller, not smaller! I examine down at my naked form, I must've been about an inch tall now. “Just great”, I think to myself and kick the circus tent of a t-shirt in front of me, anger returning.

Going to kill that raven the next time I see him, has a lot to answer for. “Some small side effects?”, my now meek voice cries out. “This is pretty big, don't you think!” Stamping my paw in annoyance, kicking the soft black fabric again.

A truly terrifying thought struck me: What if no one sees me down here? Will I be stuck like this forever? My breathing gets heavy again as fear of being stepped on sets in, or worse; eaten. I try to calm my overzealous nerves. No, get some help and back to normal, just need to get someone’s attention and find Harry before he goes home… No problem right? Suddenly, a ground tremor and a familiar sound of a door opening echoed throughout the room. Although it was ear shattering now, I could recognize it anywhere.

Turning my attention as the large gateway swung open and there stood the owner: Winona. Her dark red fur shone under the fluorescent light and sparkled with small beads of sweat. She wore a tight tank top that showed off her now massive breasts, they looked as if they could swallow and crush me whole now. Her usual black running shorts were pulled close to her figure, accenting it and highlighting her slight mons. The perspiration that built up on her temple formed droplets. Using one claw she pulls the hair tie out from the compact ponytail which causes the waves to unfurl and curl around her face. She wastes no time pushing the brown hair out of her snout with a free paw. Those massive green eyes were so striking, it took strength to rip my attention away and return to the moment of the situation.

“Guess he’s not here yet '' Her voice boomed in my long ears. She kicked off the workout shoes revealing pink workout socks that looked really damp from the day. She flung the sneakers off her humongous paws and over to the dresser which sailed right over me. The bus sized shoes crashed into the nightstand and clattered down to the wooden floor. She then peeled off those bright socks and flung them into the air with them landing lazily in the middle of the floor. Those pink behemoths look utterly putrid, and one could practically see the heat emanating from them.

Smashing down her bag at the door frame, she sauntered over to the bed, sending more massive shakes and booms as she trods. My brain was rattled from the tremors that were created from those stompers. She then launches her body onto the twin size mattress and lays there for a short break. “Ughh, just wanna lay here”, she muffled into her pillow.

Snapping back from my trance of watching the now gigantic canine, now was the chance to get some help. With that in mind, I make a mad dash for the building sized structure. What used to take just two strides is now a whole football field. Feels like I’m going nowhere fast. But after skidding to a halt reaching the titan’s bed frame, I craned my neck up to get her attention.

“WINONA!”, I shouted. “Down here, I’m on the floor. Help!” Hopping up and down to get any attention from the unaware wolf. The giantess did not stir in response. I continued my rant of flailing my arms, to no avail. Until there was a shift and her legs dangled over the bed.

Taking me by surprise I fell back down on the ground and backed up as she was starting to rise. Those feet of hers dangled over the floor. Those paws were massive, with each pad like a rounded bean three times the size of me. Those black claws attached were as big as three of me, they could cut me in half easily. The pads and fur were equally stained with sweat and the waft of post workout was traveling through the air, polluting the atmosphere. That sweet and pungent odor got my nose reeling and loins aching again. “Not now”, I grumbled down at my cock.

The pads were as large as cars, and being afraid they would crush me, I backed up more in fear of what those monolithic fur stompers could do to a one inch bunny. As she leaned over the bed, I wasted no time trying to reach her attention by waving again. “Winona! Please look down, I’m below you! Come on!” I screamed as loud as possible, my throat tearing slightly. But those emerald eyes did nothing but look ahead boringly. Starting to give up hope of being rescued, she lifts one of those massively large arms and sniffs the pit attached to it. A disgusted face appears on her and slight nods in agreement with herself.

“Tidy, then shower before Ben arrives”, her resolve made up.

“Tidy?” I repeat, even though she can’t hear me. My eyes suddenly got wide and furred ears folded in terror as I knew what that meant. Running is all I could think to do. As fast as these miniscule legs would travel. The titaness wolf launched from her perch and clomped over to her nightstand without any care to who or what was below. Looking back to see her fiddling with an unseen device, but I knew what it was. I could only get so far before hard rock started pounding in my ears. It was then that I looked to Winona and saw her stomping around and cleaning items, such as clothes and trash. Her dancing was bad before, but now? It was deadly.

What was simply a waltz of cleaning to Winona was a perilous gauntlet for me as I desperately looked around for a hiding spot. The loud pounding of sweaty paws slamming the terrain was all around me as she hopped from foot to foot. Need something to crawl into until she is done with this long overdue tidying session. Scanning my surroundings and dodging incoming paws was challenging and tiring, but I spotted a good place to lay low. Locating the band shirt halfway across the floor, that was my salvation. I made a sprint for it, hoping that would be a secure spot. Had to be safer than being out in the open battlefield for sure.

Those crashing booms were surrounding me and getting closer, so picking up my pace was a must for survival when“THOOM!'' A large monolithic paw slammed down in front of me. I couldn’t stop the momentum and slammed head first into the middle toe. It was warm and smelled of her perspiration. I pulled myself away as fast as possible and backed away in fear.

“THOOM” another column of paw from behind crashed down, sending slight wind and tremors. I fell back into it and felt the fur against mine. Looking up to see the giantess jamming out without any care. Whipping that hair to and fro and eyes closed as she felt the music coarse through her. I was interrupted from my gaze as the paw rises up and I fall on my back from the shift in weight. Mere moments passed where I peered up at the bent leg before that sweaty paw started down again, like a speeding train. Nowhere to go and stricken with terror, I threw up my hands in hopes of stopping it.

“No please!” I begged to this appendage of hers. It was of no use. I was pushed forcefully downwards into the floor by a titan’s paw. Being pinned by the pressure was immense, like twenty mattresses on top of me. The warmth emanating from the pads was making me sweat, or was it hers? The heavy musk was being squeezed into my fur like a juicer. The sweat sank in as the squishy flesh and hair squished my face. Completley incapacitated and immobilized by a girl’s foot in the spread eagle pose. “What a day it's turning out to be'', I thought. And then it got worse, the paw put more weight on my body and I was grinded further into the floor. Any air that was in my lungs was freshly snatched from me as I endured the pain and heat from the digit.

Then suddenly all the strength was released and the paw raised up high, granting me sweet relief.

Using this short time to breathe. Emphasis on short, the leg came back down again and crashed downwards once more knocking all the breath I earned away.

It raised once more. She was simply stamping her paws to the harmonic beat of a song, but it was suffering for me. It collided against my frame, and honestly it was a miracle I wasn’t smashed into a fine paste. She lifted to stamp again, and that long slender thigh started its rotation of lifting and dropping, and when it did, I took initiative and forced my body to roll.

Rotating to the right as much as I could, each revolution making me sick to my stomach. Through my movement I could see the monolithic figure about to drop her column of sweaty red death again, it was enough motivation to move swiftly. The paw slammed down in front of me just inches away from my snout. I breathe a sigh of relief after escaping the trap of mashing paws. However I wasn't out of the fryer just yet.

Brushing myself off and rushing to stand upright, scouring where I was while the smashing of pads stomped around. Where was that tshirt? Now I know for sure that it has to be a better spot to take refuge than being out in the open. The black garment was just across half a football field of wooden flooring. I still saw it as a saving grace. Starting my trek, jumping left and right avoiding her paws and diving to avoid getting stuck under sweaty feet again. The loud booms are terrifying at this size, like cannonballs being fired. The melodic humming from the wolf could be heard slightly through the crashing, she was enjoying this. “Come on ,Winona! Give me a break”! I shout up to her, very well knowing that she doesn't notice my perilous journey across the dorm floor. Halfway to the monolithic shirt when two red furred arms reach forward and pick up the bundle, including my clothes with it. “No!” I cried, slight tears welling in my eyes. Watching as she deposits the garments into the skyscraper white basket at the foot of the massive bed. Need to to look for another spot to burrow quickly. Ignoring how ironic it is that the bunny wants to burrow. I searched the wasteland of clothing and trash until my eyes caught a familiar pink sculpture.

The workout socks from her time at the gym. They were a deep pink, probably from the sweat, I presumed. They clearly had seen brighter days. But at this point, my mind wanted nothing to do with her feet, especially since I was soaked in her perspiration. Whether it was mine or the Winona’s, I couldn't tell or care right now. Her starting to hum a new tune broke my concentration.Not much time before she trekked back over to pick up the rest of the mess that was her dorm, and now my world. Swallowing my pride, my fear, and my gut, and got ready to plug my nostrils.

Charging over there like a bat out of hell with all my strength and dexterity I could muster. I couldn’t help but crane my neck up to see her turn around and walk toward one of the socks, her body jiggling with every step. She bends down slowly which causes her breasts to slip forward showing off the gigantic cleavage. Would hate to get lost in there, being squished and covered by breast fat. She finishes picking up one of the singular pink cloth and tosses it behind her head to land squarely in the hamper.

The once regular size garment was now a large ark for me to hide in. I pushed my legs with all my might just as she sauntered over to grasp the other sock.  The cannonball rumble of her paw pads was making my heart beat out of its chest. I make a desperate dolphin dive for the entrance of the vibrant cave. Making it in and starting to crawl toward the back like a march hare, was the only thing to do. The first thing to hit immediately was the stench, as it took no effort to flood my entire nose. It was even stinkier than her paws and still sopping wet from her previous workout. Shouldn't stop though, hearing the thumping of those massive stompers kept me pushing on despite how foul this was.

Without any warning, my whole world shifted upside down as the soft cave was snatched up. Tumbling down the rest of the pink cotton prison, I couldn’t help but scream until my descent found me crashing at the bottom. Laying face down in the dampest spot was horrible as my nostrils were forced to take it in. It was slightly brown and a clear paw pad outline could be seen from overuse. Holding back my puke with both paws was easier said than done, and the movement of being carried carelessly wasn’t helping the motion sickness either. There was no way she knew there was a passenger in here. I tried to hold my breath to stop the horrible rancid stink, but my heart was beating so fast that there was no other option but to breathe in. The stench of perspiration, and her musk was in full blast. It stained my fur and stuck to it like super glue, making my eyes water from its pungency. I sailed through the air, bouncing from being cradled and shook my frame around roughly.

It was possible to see through the bright fabric so against my fear and to satisfy my curiosity, I forced myself to look out. From my vantage I could make out the entire dorm from a dangling above floor perspective, it was in a pinkish tint, and gave me vertigo. But I didn’t want to not brace just in case she dropped me, being let go of that type of death is a really terrifying thought. Being carried skywards now, I fell back down again and tried to stabilize myself for wherever this confinement was going.

Being brought to her billboard of a face, is what could be made out through the stitched fibers. Her eyes were so striking through the brown hair that fell past it. Upon a closer look, they looked confused, maybe she noticed me? Is that what she was inspecting? So shocked but knowing this might be my chance, I tried to get her attention by thrashing in the gigantic pinkish bag.

“Here! I'm in here, please! You have to notice me!” I cried desperately. My now squeaky voice attempted to pierce the heavy cloth. Peering through the fabric again to see if she noticed anything and instantly spotting a gigantic black object, her massive snout of all things was growing larger and closer. Leaning back hard to avoid being crushed as it's now the size of a jet engine. The monolith pushes a huge indent in the fabric and an audible sniff from the nostrils was heard and felt. The foul air was being sucked out through the small thread bindings in my pink prison, it granted momentary relief as she sniffs the worn sock at least twice before pulling it far away from her snout quickly, causing me to scramble in the makeshift hammock.

“Eugh! should’ve washed you two weeks ago”, she said disgustedly. My eyes went wide and I looked around at the filthy sock. Completely horrified at this point, it was easier to notice more brown spots in the pink from old dirt and grime that had built on the surface. I didn't have much time to look though as my whole world shifted and rotated as the garment was thrown carelessly from her paw.

Tussling through the air, screaming in fear the whole time as my stomach lurched out and entered a free fall state. It felt like ages of tormented plunging before the sudden impact of something soft broke my fall. Landing on my chest, I layed there and breathed a sigh of relief and flipped over on my back to catch a breath of air. Unfortunately, still being trapped in the sock meant the air was musty and sweaty. But forcing some oxygen into my lungs should calm me down from all the theatrics, however pungent it may be. It got me thinking about her hygiene.

Winona was always careless about her appearance. When you were naturally gorgeous like her, there was very little one could do to improve or perfect it. But I never really noticed how much of a slob and messy she was. This was absolutely amplified by the small perspective I have attained, it certainly was eye opening.

Sitting up now to see if there were any injuries. Slight bruising and sores, but thankfully nothing seriously harming. However, my once cream fur was now completely and utterly dirty, stained darker color from its original. Tarnished from all the stomping and sweat that had built up. Laying back down in the cotton entrapment for a few moments, hearing the giant wolf outside my safe haven of a simple sock tidying up what's left of the dorm. No use sitting here any longer though, getting nowhere fast.

Flipping over and finding myself to my feet, the cloth beneath was not steady in the slightest. It took extra care not to fall over from the uneven ground below. Treading as slowly as I could and pushing the confines of pink fibers out of the way, I forge the way out of the garment and into the light. Didn’t take too long to reach the mouth of the stinky cave. What awaited me at the rim was a massive battlefield of discarded clothing. From the perspective of a normal sized rabbit, it was merely the hamper by the bed. However, thanks to my new size it was more like a landscape of multicolored mounds that shifted and rolled like hills in a field. Scattered articles of fabric have built up more of her scent and body odor. I try to ignore the pungent smell and fully scan the surroundings and deduce I’m near one of the edges of the rounded basket.

“No good can come of me waiting here, should make my way toward the middle”, I think to myself. “Get high enough, she might be able to spot me”, my mind made up and taking careful steps so as to not end up slipping and getting a nose full of dirty clothing: I start my expedition toward the middle, clambering up a pit stained shirt and sliding down old musty shorts was a task that I never thought would be accomplished today, but here we were; discarded in the laundry basket of a girl I liked, trying hard to not overstay my welcome. These were things worn by her in some of the most intimate places, and I wanted to respect that by not doing what I did earlier with the shirt. Probably deserve this punishment for that. Being thrown around like nothing less than lint has been less than amusing, and I’m ready to beg for forgiveness when I receive the chance.

For starters my hair was stained and matted from all the sweat that she transferred to me during our dance of death, and being surrounded by shirts, shorts, and underwear that hasn’t seen a good wash in god knows how long is making me queasy in my stomach again just from the stench. I forgot how untidy she could be, or maybe she has always been like this and I just haven't noticed. Either way, this was like a wake up call for that.

Suddenly a large shadow casted over the land, like a dark omen blocking out the fluorescent sun miles above the drywall sky. Did she turn the lights out? No, she never did unless sleep called her. I turned around and slowly craned my neck up to see her massive form looming over the basket. I was taken aback slightly to study this new height of hers. Those breasts blocked out her face slightly and it's hard to tell what she was looking at, if anything. I try to wave my hands again and shout up to the now skyscraper sized wolfess. “WINONA! Look down, I’m here!” I shouted upwards.

Without any notice from my flailing and pleas for assistance. She reaches down and pulls her top over that long mess of hair and dangles it over the basket with one hand. Oh no. Releasing her grip, the garment starts hurtling towards me fast. My legs move on their own and I sprint to avoid the damp looking object and trip over a snag in the fabric below. Tumbling down briefly just in time to see the workout tank top crash down sending a shockwave of air outwards. Way too close, not getting lost in another shirt today. I look up in shock as she tosses her shorts downwards next. Not having the time to get to my feet, I resort to rolling to avoid the inky black tarp coming down. There was no chance to secure the distance, and the waistband fell over me, covering my entire figure. Once again I was surrounded in complete darkness. It was soft and comfy underneath like a warm blanket. What a big change from the musk and stank of everything else. It smelled so strongly of her that I had to ignore the thumping in my cock and pull myself out.

Crawling out from under the elastic band which was heavy and took effort to lift. I was starting to get fairly annoyed at being trapped under clothing. If I was normal size, a simple kick with my foot and it would fly across the room, now I’m struggling to lift something as simple as pants off my figure. After pulling myself free, I angrily threw the mega sized waistband of the circus tent sized shorts off and looked up to Winona to see if there was anything else she was gonna unintentionally put me through. There was.

Before me was her naked form. My eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing and my dick instantly went hard as a rock and stood up to praise her figure. There was nothing I could do to break the trance, my judgement was clouded. Tracing my gaze up her voluptuous titanic legs, they seemed to go on forever till my eyes reached the end where her large pussy lay. The sweat beaded and shone like glistening pearls, it was magnificent. Those folds were heavy and hungry as if it could swallow me in one bite if I so much as touched them gingerly. It wasn’t any help that my penis was fully erect and throbbing at this point, it practically begged to be rubbed out and finish what I started minutes ago.

Gawking, staring, mouth agape, sex throbbing, and legs unmoving. I didn’t even notice another shadow growing and a large object descending until it was too late. I had mere seconds of reacting before the parachute of dark blue descended upon me. I caught a glimpse of it: Her panties, the most intimate object worn by her, its elasticity wrapping tightly around her waist and being wedged between folds. And it was being dropped upon my one inch self.

My legs were too tired and my mind, not thinking straight, just stood there.“Oh come on Winona-MmmfFFF!”, was all I could cry out before the heavy fabric crushed my body and pinned me back into the pile of dirty clothes. It knocked what little wind remained in my lungs and forced me to breathe in the cloth that was smashed against my snout.

Her sweat, musk, and juices seeped thoroughly into the blue cotton and created a large mask over my face where I could barely shake it from myself. It was dark underneath, so it was near impossible to see anything without smashing your face through the stretchy stitching to catch a glimpse of the outside world. If you force it enough, you could see there was light filtering through, so completely pitch black it thankfully was not. However, I didn't need light to tell just from the warmth emanating and stickiness that it was the crotch of the underwear that was pinning me down. I was forced to breathe in the heated stench of her cunt. Utterly bathed in its warmth and odor. It was like a sour smell that intoxicated my being and made me hard as a rock.

Then through the cotton, I saw two domes being launched into the air from the blueish and cross-stitched hue of the cloth. They descended with the cup facing down. A bra, the largest I had ever seen, rapidly approaching with no hope of slowing or stopping its descent. The round monolithic arch slammed down, sending everything into complete darkness and trapping the heat and smell. It sealed my form inside a makeshift biodome of dirty underwear. Like a tomb, I lay there in wait for the next cataclysmic event caused by Winona, as if to spite her above. “Come on!” I taunt her in my mind. Ready for the next article of clothing, but nothing came.

Then large, muffled booms could be heard getting fainter and moving away. Was it my imagination or is she walking away? If so, thank goodness, this has been too much in such a short span of time. Being stepped on, trapped in a sock and now her used panties? This would be so erotic and dream fufilling if it wasn’t for the danger of being squished like a bug beneath any of this. Saying that, my cock had other plans. It throbbed strongly and meekly attempted to lift this drenched prison on its own. Her scent was everywhere, the gathered perspiration from her run and dancing had nowhere to go but through my nostrils. And because of the lack of choices for oxygen, I huffed and breathed in every single particle. Some of the sweat dripped down into my nose which made it burn and I coughed and gagged to get it out.

Pushing as hard as I could to lift the blanket of blue off my form, it was beyond difficult and exhausting. The damp fabric soaked in sweat made it heavier than usual and pushing it off only caused me to become winded. I couldn’t lift it fully off me, there was no possible way at this new magnitude to do so. I now worried about passing out at this point, only breathing in heavy wolf musk couldn’t help. And being strong wasn’t exactly a thing I was known for at regular bunny size anyways. It was also too dark to see any direction of escape. So using my last escape tactic, I decided to drop down and crawl my way out. Worked for the last underwear adventure, so here's hoping it aids again.

Having to wrestle my front paws away from the crotch was a challenge in itself as I lifted them to propel myself forward. Something clingy held them there and pulling them free was a herculean task. When I finally released them, they were all sticky. I suppressed my need to vomit slightly, completely disgusted, and wiped her juices on my hip. Not caring for how dirty my fur is now as it now held the foul smelling liquid from her.

The now pitch black midnight of the confinement wasn't making it simple to find an exit. And my sex kept dragging across the damp ground, so now it acted as anchor, trying to slow my breakout. And sending perverted thoughts of what I could do in this filthy underwear. These intrusive ideas were interrupted many times when I would hit a cloth wall with my nose before seeing it. This was beyond what I thought would be done by seeing her today. Lost and trapped within a cloth prison that regularly sized me would simply fling with a simple flick. It pissed me off that Harry would mess up something as simple as a dietary pill. How could that bird brain be so careless in his formulas? Or, maybe this was his plan all along? To get me closer to Winona.

But this was “too” close for his schemes.

I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Nor could my mind focus as I was surrounded by heavy musty air that clouded judgment. My primal instincts kept telling me to stop and slam my face into these moist walls and rub one out. After all, that's what I did after being invited into her room today. Violating a trust that she granted me, it was a disgusting act of perversion that I clearly was still paying for. But out of fear of being trapped here and respect for her, especially now that she is gigantic compared to me, I pushed on.

Waddling for what felt like ten minutes, smashing into unknown dead ends and cursing out each time I did. This nightmare ended when my paws found a familiar material, hard and not made of complete cloth. The waistband, it had to be I presumed. Finding myself to my feet, I lifted with mighty effort and quickly threw myself out of the solitary confinement of underwear, letting the band fall back down into place behind me. I took in a big breath of fresh air, well, as fresh as it gets now being stuck inside a sweaty bra cup ceiling. But it was much more welcoming than the panty prison I was struggling to be free of just mere seconds ago.

Walking as slowly as I can and feeling around for any exit. There was still a large muffled sound of running water and now audible humming coming from the right of me. “So she must still be showering”, I thought to myself. Good to know that I’m not getting thrown into a washing machine anytime soon, thank goodness. Don’t care to find out if that is a possibility, so I pick up the pace, wandering around in the inky black nothingness for anything that my paws could hit. Hoping to find some sort of exit anywhere. Must’ve been another five minutes of wandering, not sure how long in this infinite abyss. But I hit a squishy wall suddenly and caught myself on it.

Searching the base of the barrier, desperately feeling around for anytype of hole or grip to pry. The wall is foamy so this has to be the rim of one of the cups, I deduced. After some force of jamming, my arm gets through the bottom of the barricade and I can feel the coolness of the air outside. Light peaks through the small gap, it was glorious. Dropping down to fours and using one arm to keep the makeshift lid open. It took all the effort left in my beaten body, but I clawed my way through the crack like a zombie from a horror film.

Pulling my body through the exit and seeing it snap shut again, sealing the foul smelling undergarments and heat inside. Exhausted, I hoisted myself onto my back and threw up a lazy victory fist, and took a large breath of fresh air. My fur was now stiff and rigid from the sweat and juices that dried. Laying there, a nice breathing break is just what I needed. The micro hell that Winona unknowingly has been putting me through was wearing and tearing me apart. “I’m gonna punch her. When normal size again”, I said weakly. Knowing it would feel like nothing but a pinch to her even at 4’ 9’’.

The fluorescent white sun above shone brightly over my body and I closed my eyelids to take a short rest… THOOM! THOOM! THOOM! The all too familiar sound of gigantic paws stomping against wood woke me from slumber.

Go figure. Laying up to face the giantess strut into the room with nothing but a white towel wrapped around her supple frame. Her back facing me, I couldn’t help but stare as she was slightly bent over, searching for something in her drawers. Her rump practically begging to burst out of the white wrapping. Returning to a standing posture. That towel left a lot to the imagination. Its bleach white color accentuating the figure behind it. Then she drops it from her body. It unraveled, and fell to the floor revealing the naked wolf form in all its glory. My body and mind were weak, but my boner found some new strength to spring to life. Where do I start to describe the masterpiece standing before me? Probably with the most notable and biggest feature,

Her butt, those gargantuan rounded doughy cheeks were pressed together firmly like mountains being slammed into one another with a fluffy tail wagging ever so slightly behind it, giving me a slight peak at the forbidden valley. Those bouncy breasts peeked out from behind her back, teasing me slightly. My cock ached to be touched and I abided by cupping it slightly. It sprung to the touch of my paws and it felt great, instantly releasing some much needed dopamine in my brain. Then she slowly bent over and it was met with rubbing by me. The valley spread and revealed the secrets within. A large, pinkish, and round abyss. Its blackness and starfish practically demanded to be avoided at my size, like an omen. It honestly gave me chills to think of being jammed and mashed around in there like nothing more than a toy.

My eyes could not be pried as they trailed downwards and spotted the pink behemoth. Her cunt. It was completely spread out and rounded, with those lips spreading more and more as her back bent down. There were pearls of water gathered on it that trailed downwards and dripped off onto the floor below. She truly was a gorgeous specimen that practically begged to be painted.

She pulls up a pair of pink and white striped panties that trail up her legs and wrap around her large squishy mountains. That was shocking. I never knew her to be into frilly light pastel colors. It was beyond cute that she would wear those underneath. The garment was tight and she had to tug multiple times to get them to situate snuggly around her ample hips. The thin piece of cloth that covered her bum disappeared between the valley that was her buttcrack, out of sight, and out of mind. She fastened a matching bra that hugged her breasts tightly, giving the bosom a nice boost. The hooks of that bra do the hardest work, digging slightly into the fur, and keeping the round structures secured.

She then sauntered over to the bed with each step leaving more thunderous crashes and shaking the ground slightly. She flops on the bed causing it to shake violently before coming to a stop. At this point there was nothing I could see except her massive and long fluffy tail dangling over the end of the bed, it continued its movement back and forth like luring someone to sleep.

Another chance to get her attention, I sprinted over to the rim of the basket. Even though I staggered and slipped over a couple of times on discarded panties and socks, nothing could stop me. Rushing over to the edge where the behemoth’s tail was swaying, this was gonna be difficult.

It was the end of the appendage that mocked me, just out of reach, like a large leap and I could make it. But being a one inch runt? It was unsure if that would be possible. Knowing this and peering over the edge to see the risk triggered vertigo, and I had to step back as my head started to spin. Heart beating faster, I came up with no other options to get out of this smelly field of discarded clothing. They only thought that shot to mind was waiting for her to pick up the laundry, but when would that be? And if so, nothing could stop her from throwing me in the wash. This was the only option.

Swallowing my fear and taking multiple steps back for a running start, I attempt to hype myself for the leap. However, My legs wouldn’t move as the mahogany furred appendage swayed to and fro, as if mocking me. Now or never. With that mentality, I took off with as much speed and traction as I could gather on the slippery terrain. The edge getting close and my mind panicking more, I leapt from the white edge of the basket and reached out to grab anything. My paws hit the soft carpet of fur and I grasp with all my might, with a sudden jerk of gravity trying to pull me down and swinging back and forth made my stomach tense up. Easy part over, now comes the difficult part of climbing up this gauntlet of hair fibers. I begin by scuttling my way up little by little, like an inchworm.

Her tail was just like the other canines that I knew. It would wag if happy and be tucked between legs if sad. It was easier to tell her mood that way, although she tried to deny multiple times what emotion she was in. That tail never lied. My ears would do the same, fold when sad or anxious and rise when elated. Right now they were completely folded, no surprise there.

This climb was a real challenge. My arm muscles weren’t ever what I would consider “tough”, even at typical height. So using my core was the only way to the top, good thing skipping core days wasn't a reasonable option in my mind when workout days arised. Continuing up the shifting terrain, clumping as much fur in my paws desperately. It was hard not to breathe out the mouth from exertion and then instantly catch some hair in my maw and gagging. It wasn’t the worst though, considering where I’ve been recently. She just showered, so her tail smelled clean and fresh, like sweet strawberries. Did she change her shampoo? No, focus on scaling. Can’t be distracted while dangling miles above a wooden floor with no way of surviving the fall. If I could just get her attention, then the smelly, mashing and stamping nightmare would be over.  Just need to reach her face or ears, that way she’ll be able to see me at this diminutive size.

I finally make it to the lip of the bed and dismount off the tail to the bouncy white sheets below. Regaining my balance to not fall over, it was hard not to look across my new surroundings. Being at the edge of the bed surrounded by her valley of legs really put everything back into perspective. It was beyond wonderful to not be on the floor and reach some semblance of regular eye height. Studying Winona’s figure made it clear that she was lying on her chest. It was easy to deduce as the mountains of her ass sprouted up high with the panties being stretched like a canvas, holding back those squishy spheres. The clit was clearly outlined and strained through the fabric, as if crying to be released from its prison of pink and white cloth. My penis got hard again and calming myself from the dirty thoughts was getting harder and harder. But shaking it from my head and jogging onwards were more important and kept me focused on my goal.

Deciding to move through the valley of furred legs as they were the only option. They now created a canyon of fluffy crimson colored cliffs and crevices that rose around my viewpoint. Her breathing could be heard slowly rising and falling against the mattress, perhaps she could be sleeping? She must have burned herself out with the workout today, this could make it easier for me as she shouldn't feel a tiny bunny against her.

She was a heavy sleeper for sure, and the early morning classes she had all week including today probably didn't help. I thank whoever is up above for this.

Her tail was pushed to the side of her right leg, allowing plenty of fluorescence light in. However, I kept spot checking the appendage in fear it might swipe me. Trying to ignore its slow and steady swaying back and forth, I make the final stride toward those sheet trapped buns.

It took a while before arriving at the base of the panty clad butt. It was massive, even more so than from far back. Easily towering over anything I could imagine. The pink and white striped cotton stretched upwards to the sky and curved perfectly. Her booty rose and fell with her long breathing, like the waves of a tide. And before me lay the most sensitive part of her. Her vaginal folds pushed and struck outwards, they were practically begging to be released from its tight pink confinement. Its rounded curves were perfectly symmetrical, like a sculpture dedicated to the gods. My loins once again decided to ache thinking what it could to this small figure of mine. Much to my surprise when I found myself approaching it, as if on autopilot. Reaching the trapped monolithic wolf’s pussy, it smelled lighlty of sex and fresh clean cotton. It was intoxicating and I couldn’t resist as an unfurled paw from me was planted there. The heat it radiated through the cloth nearly burned my hand and tried to resist my temptation. It was no use in denying my aching cock, and leaned my whole body upon it.

I pushed with all my might desperately trying to get closer to it. The sensation of being so close yet so far was beyond stimulating. Her scent was heavier here and the soft underwear rubbing against my cock was sending so much pleasure into my brain. Can’t hold it in anymore. No longer pushing away my horniness, I smashed my small bunny nose into the folds, and gave it a mighty whiff. Truly breathing in the heavy musk of her sex. I received a great smell of what those folds held in. It was beyond sweet and couldn’t get enough, so I started to hump heavily and threw my body into the warm cloth.

Desperately trying to reach the goods within, and enjoying every second of pleasure that radiated. It didn't take long of small dry humping to blow a measly load of cum onto the pink of the fabric, staining it that bright white against the vibrant color. My knees became jelly and struggling to stand, I laid my weight upon her panties and drop to my butt with my back against her sex. Heavy breathing and sweat ran down my forehead, it felt so good to get that out, and…

Wrong in a way.

I trust her and the relationship we managed to build. To violate a goddess in such a perverted form. Am I nothing but a horny bunny now? It saddens me to think that and hung my head in slight shame, the world seemingly slightly darker affecting my mood. Wait, it was darker, like a shadow covering out the sun. It didn’t take long to notice a fast moving structure approaching me. Her arm reached down with a clawed paw gunning it for my position. It was no use running from it, there was nowhere to go.

“Oh shit”, was all I could get out before the cupped paw the size of a bus crashed unknowingly into me. It knocked what little wind was there from my masturbation, and could do nothing as I was swept into the palm of Winona, unsure of my destination. I rolled around on my back until catching a foothold on a squishy bed of a paw pad. It was honestly comforting to be in her paw if it weren’t for what she was doing. Finding myself face to face with her panty clad cunt again, her digits were tightly packed underneath me so there was no chance of slipping between them. With that realization, she started to move her arm up and down like a carnival ride. Curling and uncurling each digit as I was rolled and grinded back and forth against her panties within the pad prison she had unknowingly made for me. The cloth was getting damp and… Was she moaning? Short and heavy breaths could be heard faintly from the heated confinement of paws.

Was she pleasuring herself? If so, this was a fitting punishment to my recent crime, I thought. It was a terrifying predicament nonetheless, like being on a constant drop tower, and the constant falling and ascending made me want to vomit in my confinement. I held it in and tried to find a way to escape her masturbating digits.

I wasn't completely encapsulated by her paw. There was clear light above this makeshift dome that kept a steady pace of rubbing. It was getting difficult to ignore the faster and more violent repetition as my ragged body was slammed and rolled into her clothed folds multiple times, over and over again. Need to get out of here quickly, before I become a red stain on her underwear forever. Perhaps a timed jump when the peak of the paw hits? But I would have to get to my feet free enough to leap for it. And at this pace and barely getting three seconds to fight to a standing position was going to make it tricky. Forcing myself to stand upright to attempt a jump, and instantly falling once more and tumbling down the paws back to my original spot of sliding upwards against the panties. This was going to take time, something I didn't have. This was evidently so as she began picking up the speed once more. The pleasure grunts were growing louder. Need to do this now or never. I positioned myself to have my feet to her panties, and waited for the uplift. When she launched her digits upwards I leaped to my feet and sprung off her paw as hard as possible.

I was suddenly airborne out of the entrapment, screaming and flailing for any sort of solid ground the entire way as I caught glimpses of the room though my trajectory. Sailing over the thick slope of her butt, I crashed into the downward angle of the loin. Her panties created a makeshift slide and I tumbled down the soft cotton, finally stopping when reaching the base of her tail. That was absolutely displeasurable. Couldn't help but lay there and feel the slight tremors of her pleasuring her kitty.

Sitting up on my knees to observe my surroundings, those massive arms were still digging in the back, and that breathing got more winded. The moaning was gradually increasing in louder and guttural volumes. I could hear her hard grunts and it turned me on slightly. But I must focus on the mission. The fluffy red fur beneath me was rising and falling ever so faster. It might mean she is half awake, I believe. And if she was up, I could alert her to my new size, so I

started to run across the tufts of hair to hopefully get some help from the titan.

It was difficult to jog across the soft flesh of fur, doubly so as the recent shower made her coat slippery, many times having to catch myself or face smacking down to a face full of carpet.

It also didn’t help that her rubbing of the snuff was causing her to stir back and forth as she neared the end. I kept getting thrown forward as her enormous hips started to thrust up and down, like a piston. What was a simple naughty gesture for her was cataclysmic for me. Her back was twisting and shifting as she dug into the sheets below. This was causing me to stumble and forced me to anchor on her tufts of crimson. She was getting more violent in her movements. She must be nearing climax, this was an equivalent to an earthquake from my perspective. I clutched and braced for the floodgates to be released.

“Ohhhhh, Bennn!”, she moaned out loudly.

It echoed in my mind and garnered my attention as I sat there, eyes wide and mouth agape slightly. With one humongous grumble was stated out by the giantess. After one final moan, the shaking stopped and I could feel Winona’s muscles relax. Her breathing slowed back down and her large serpent of an arm slinked back on her pillow in sleeping fashion. I breathed a mighty sigh of relief, honestly thinking that it was gonna be worse than it was.

My name! Of all the beasts in our friend group and the many classmates she had, she spoke my name during pleasure time. This was massive, literally and figuratively. I couldn’t wrap my head around the feeling of elation that lit inside my mind like a spark. Winona liked me! Even more than she claimed to admit. Really awkward that this is how I found out, gonna be a weird talk between the two of us after this. But this is exciting to say the least. Certainly boosted my mood for now.

Then the landscape started tilting upwards to form a makeshift slope which broke my train of thought. I gripped as tight as my little paws could, but her fur was slippery from the recent shower and it was growing more challenging to hold on. It didn’t help that the terror inside me was rising as I was lifted toward the sky. “Winona! What the hell are you doing!” I called out to no avail. Shutting my eyes in hopes that it would stop, the butterflies lifting in my belly and vertigo striking relentlessly. And all of a sudden, we stopped our ascent abruptly and I forced an eye open to view what has become of my predicament now.

Dangling high above the mattress, it seemed she had awoken and stretched her arms toward the drywall sky. Those massive glutes below stuck out as she rested with legs and paws folded to the side. The striped panties were stretched to its limit with them protruding the goods within. Because of her leaning back, they gave slack above the waistband and there was a visible crack of her buns below. The forbidden valley, like a coin slot that faded into an abyss, one that I had no intention of seeing.

Forcing my head upwards to see where I was positioned, and holding on for dear life. Her golden brown hair fell around her gigantic head like a thick jungle. And her bra strap was about a good six minute climb from here, that would be a good place to be straddled in. Nice and snug against the band where it wouldn’t be slippery as hell. Anything would be better than just free soloing a giantess.

Just then, my thoughts were interrupted by my grip slipping. The paw that held tightly to a strand of hair struggling to hold on was sliding. This was caused by my lack of good upper body strength. The fur of my body, caked in sweat and juices stood up meekly in terror as the goosebumps set in. Eye stricken with dread as I desperately tried to claw my way into a decent anchor. It was of no use and my paw shifted more downwards. Dangling there with one arm holding on with any might I could muster in my exhausted body. Can’t keep this up, I’m not buff enough to hold my weight, and my grasp was slipping through the freshly cleaned coat. Was this it for my story? And then I dropped.

Entering free fall once again was nothing I wasn’t getting used to. But this time it felt like an eternity, wind rustling through my ears and arms flailing like tomorrow for any sort of anchor.

The horror of dropping from such a height made it so that any breath I tried to suck in was instantly lost. The mahogany hair streaking past my eyes and the panty clad buttcrack approaching rappidly every second. Finally crashing into the incline of her lumbar launched the air right out of me. I slid down on my back from the smoothness of fur, like a giant slide. Desperately trying to slow my descent was a waste of effort. It was like being on a rollercoaster with no brakes.

Scouring desperately for anything to brace myself against. There was nothing that could solve the particular problem of plummeting. And the waistband of those striped panties were slightly open and approaching. I was hurtling toward that dark abyss. Time was running out, and so were my options. Her tail was pulled off to the side, as if sealing my fate in. Fearing the worst, and knowing there was no escape, the only thing I could think to do was prepare for impact.

I just managed to pass under the waistband like a speeding bullet, having to duck under the band itself or face it decapitating me. Carrening farhter into the valley of her buttcrack, the world became pink and white tinted. There was no slowing this descent and I was thrown from her valley of buttcrack from the slope getting too steep. Screaming bloody murder as I entered a short fall that was cushioned by the back of her underwear. Slamming into the cotton wall spread eagle, like a paintball splat. Exerting all the force and momentum gained straight into it.

I slid down slowly and landed in the crotch of another set of underwear. Splashing down in the messy pool of cum that had gathered there. A dense and sticky mess that tangled and further soaked into my pelt. I tried flinging it off my fur to now effect. It stained permanently like a fine webbing against the fibers of my hair. It threatened to drown me. Then the heat set in, it was immense and dense enough to be cut with a knife, like a swamp that I couldn’t escape from. Speaking of swamp, the odor forced its way into my nostrils. The sweat and discharge from her recent pleasure session clouded my thoughts and entered my lungs, causing a slight cough to emerge in response.

I was in a now bunched up part of the undergarment that stunk heavily of sex and perpirsating musk. I had to force my face into the cloth to peek out of my new confinement. You can faintly make out the bed from the white stitching, which was quickly covered by her tail slamming down in between the valley of legs, shutting off any semblance of escape and casting a shadow inside the bastille of frilly pastel pink and white.

The good news is there is still plenty of light to see, which is a step up from being trapped in utter darkness and damp used skivvies, almost, this was the second time of being stuck in undergarments. I turned around to look up to see if there was any form of escape. Only one to my knowledge and deduction from the bottom of this confinement. Those mountainous crimson globes blocked out any view of the waistband above. Trailing my eyes down for a way up, and then I saw it.

Her vagina. Pink and moist from the recent masturbation session was the cause of this humid air. Its fold opening and closing slightly, as if it was breathing and beckoning to be fed a small bunny. The clitoris was fully on display and shining. Its dripping essence was asking to be lapped up and made the swimming pool of cum make more sense. I had to shake my head from the thoughts of touching it. How desperately I wanted to nurture it, but knew better that it would suck me in.

In my effort to avoid looking at the pink behemoth, I did however get a view of the striking black hole that was her anus. It was too hard to not look away. It was smooth, clean, and its slight starfish appearance was like a warning for predators and prey alike to stay away.

Averting my eyes, and thumping in anger as dirty thoughts once more cloud my judgement on escape from another panty positioning. Its wrinkled, puckering form mocking me as I contemplate an ideal escape plan.

It wasn’t long before the tarp of the ground below me started to shake and shift. The cloth behind me got tighter and pushed me forward to smack straight into a furry cheek. The gravity shifted and I was pushed farther and harder into a squishy butt. “Is she laying down again?” I ask myself. Those suspicions were correct as the pastel prison tilted and altered, forcing me to be pinned on to that hefty ass cheek with all my might. I could physically feel the changes in force as she flipped that magnificent body down and snuggled back into bed. The audible sighs of relief and comfort could be heard through the flesh of her butt.

The globe I was attached to started to shake back and forth violently as she moved around to get comfortable and nestle in the bed. The force was too strong for the fiber to hold me in place and I once again lost my footholds. Rolling and sliding across the rounded field of ample flesh and fur. Being rattled to and fro across the terrain of reddish ass until I saw my final destination: The valley of no return.

There was no desperate attempt to try and anchor my frame into anything. To do so would be a waste of existing effort. I tumbled down into the crack and was kneaded back and forth by the doughy mountains that smacked together like waves in a storm. It was getting harder to breathe and being pushed farther and farther down did nothing for my morale. And worse of all it smells rancid. The all too familiar scent of sweat and shampoo were being replaced by something more vile as my descent was pushed further down. I know she had an ample frame, but how deep did this go? At my size and this rate, it could have been infinite.

Finally finding the answer, as the juggling of my figure had ceased. Another momentary sigh of relief released, however, it was more of a gasp of air as the fat of the buttcheek provided little to no oxygen in. What was more surprising is what awaited me at the end of the dark descent. Forcing myself to look around, the worst possible thing I feared layed just inches from my snout. The pink anus. I tried to pivot my head away, but I was pinned firmly to bask in it. It looked hungry, its puckering form opened and closed slightly, as if it were a breathing, living thing. The stench emanating from it was sour and somehow...Sweet? “Thank goodness she washed back here”, I swallowed in fear of what it could have been just an hour ago from workouts.

Not being able to move due to the confines of two gargantuan cheeks squished together made me less than comfortable. My body was pinned between them like a hundred blankets laying on top of me at once. And the lack of cool air down here was making me sweat more than I already had, or was it her perspiration again? Doing my best to wiggle free did very little in terms of progress.

If I could just get my hands unpinned from my sides, then climbing my way out from this soft jail should be a cinch. My mind set and fighting with as much strength in me, I thrashed and wriggled against the fluffy entrapment. It was working. Slowly, but there was progress being made as I could feel my body rising and was able to free my arms from the sides. “If I keep this up, freedom should follow”, I hoped.

Suddenly there was stirring in between the pillowy folds. They spreaded apart, freeing my form somewhat and landing forward in the crack. It was enough that I could stretch out, it felt relieving to do so. But a parting object coming in quickly was the cause of the relief, not my efforts. A pink cloth indent of a paw digit was stretching for me. Like a speeding unstoppable force, it crashed into my frame. It was rough and hard, knocking the thoughts from my body and undoing any progress I made. Punching and cursing out the digit was futile. I turned my head and started screaming as we approached the hole. “Yougotta be fucking kidding me-MMFMMF”, I couldn’t finish, being instantly muffled.

The entire world fell into an eclipse as my entire upper torso was forcefully jammed into her buthole headfirst. Being wiggled in back and forth snuggly before the paw retracted. The heat inside was intense, even more so than out, like being in an oven. The muscles of the wall contracted, squeezing what little air was in my lungs. Struggling even harder from fear, and feeling my legs dangle outside of the entrance desperately doing anything to escape. I couldn’t move, breathe, or hear. My ears are completely cut off by the tight walls pulling inwards. Panic set in and I thrashed with all my might to no progress. I would scream and throw a fit, but considering the foul smelling and dark fleshy walls around my frame made me think otherwise.

I thought the steamy, discarded panties were horrible and unbearable, but this was like a whole new beast, literally. It was as if being swallowed by a horrific monster and the ineffective straining to not be digested was useless. Would she know that I died here? Nothing more than an unmoving buttplug that ran out of batteries? Or is my time to meet a grizzly squashed ending, being converted to a red paste stain? Crushed to death inside an asshole. What a legacy I left.

This caused me to panic and try to pull my arms out of the side of me. It was no use, and freaking out wasn’t going to help. Need to breathe, however toxic the air in here might be.

I managed to calm myself down enough to think of an escape, and quickly. Only real plan of breakout was to get out, somehow. Wiggling, kicking, and yelling wouldn’t dislodge me, this was evident. And neither would throwing a temper tantrum aid this half-assed evasion (no pun intended). I was lodged in fairly deep, enough that my legs dangled outside and both arms were pinned to my side, completely immobilized inside an ass. Especially one you love was a horrible experience to say the least, not what I wanted or expected today. Back to escape; needed to get out of here, and fast before she clenched, that would be instant death between ass muscles. Just barely managing to be breathing in short intervals, and everytime the necessity arises, I receive an immaculate nose full of her sweaty ass scent. It was the opposite of pleasant, and a plan of escape emerged to release me from this steamy claustrophobic cave.

That foul sour scent of her butt was too much, and I began digging my back paws into those fat globes outside of the hole. I could physically feel the feet grip into the buttcheek and using it as an anchor, I began to pull myself out inch by inch. It was straining to use my core and many times having to stop was necessary as my peripherals went spotty from overexertion.  That puckering anus was a muscle ten times my size now, and it would not let me go without a fight. It craved to consume, as if it was grasping for any semblance to be inserted forever inside it's dangerous caverns. The thought terrified me and fueled my attempts more than anything.

Grunting and tugging with all the strength I could muster after this tiring day, it was a meek effort overall. But despite the pathetic attempts provided by me, it was working. I could physically feel myself retreat from the dark confines of the eternal night and tight muscles of her ass. After about five minutes of struggling, pulling, and grunting, my entire body plopped out of the abyssal starfish and into the light. Launching out of the cheeks and on my back against the warm cloth of underwear between her cheeks.

It took a while to finally free myself out from the abyss and I celebrated with giant gasps of fresh air. It was so nice to see the light of day again. Well, the light of red, from squished ass cheeks and the faded cloth from above. But I will take whatever relief I can get.

Assessing any damage, and instantly noticing the torso of my fur now stained a darker color and smelled of less than fresh roses was upsetting and horribly disgusting. How I longed for a nice hot shower to wash off the muck. But, ignoring my desires for a cleanse and focusing back on the situation at hand was more important now. Still in the tight, humid confines of female underwear. Being butt plugged was something I never want to experience again, nor would I wish on my worst enemy. Maybe Harry though, he indirectly did this. So seeing him try to escape and anus sounded really satisfying. But I had to ignore my revenge plans for now and focus on the now. So I began my ascent from the globes of death and up towards the light.

There was no struggle this time as I ascended the valley. Having this free solo thing down to a science now, and the cliff was no match for the wisdom I had learned. Too many times today did the obligation to climb the fur of this unaware goddess arised. So treading as lightly as I could made sure to secure my safety from any more “events”. Didn’t want her to scratch again and end up somewhere worse. I thought again about the pink behemoth below, and doing so sent chills up my spine.

Careening the thought from my head was no simple task. I could imagine getting pushed in there and drowning in feminine juices to death. To meet my end, suffocating in Winona’s pussy? It was a very real threat now, And confusingly stirred my loins. That nagging and tugging feeling in what would be my pants was now rubbing against the thick fur tufts. Doing my best to bury that in the back of my mind, and shuffling up the rounded cliff face, I could finally see the peak of the pink and white tarp. It gave newfound energy and I was smelling clean air above.

Hoisting myself out of the crevice and shuffling as far away from it as possible, I take a much needed short break, not too long though. I knew better that there was no telling when the goddess was going to try another trick. She could easily strike my body back down into that sweaty and rancid hell hole. Scuffling away from the crack and finding myself to my feet. I make my trek for the waistband which was shut off from the world, as if a portal to another dimension.

I tread carefully, bouncing along the squishy circular fluff of butt.

It didn't take long for me to contemplate how I was to explain this to her. Visuzaling it now was not hard, my shrunken form standing before the building sized wolf. “Hey Winona! I’m super small and you could crush me, but you should know that I pleasured myself outside of your undergarments and was pushed into your anus. Please forgive me?” In that position, I would absolutely understand why she wouldn't hesitate to squish me with that big pawed hand of hers, or worse; step on me. Or be dropped back into the sock prison. There are too many ways I could think of being punished by her, and she has every right to. Regardless of accident or not, it was my doing that ended me here. Not to mention the teasing that would no doubt rise in her.

Well, not all the blame falls on the shoulder of this bunny. Harry has his huge beak in this as well, and he was going to get an earful from me. Even if I had to climb in his ear to shout at him, he’ll face my one inch wrath. But, these trivial and negative thoughts will get me nowhere closer to recuse. So on the back burner of my brain was where they were left. Besides, the massive pink elastic band awaited before me.

I gripped with both paws and started to lift. Raising this behemoth waistband was a struggle, it hung tightly to her frame and wouldn’t budge with just two paws on its own. Had to force myself to squeeze underneath. It even threatened to suffocate when it slammed over my torso. I doubt any other student had to deal with this as a problem, I thought to myself. But breaching the cool air from outside and breathing it in again was beyond refreshing.

Winona was easily known by all who knew her to be a heavy sleeper. I could recount many times where arriving at her dorm was met with utter silence and the awkward standing outside and texting hadn't helped. After some time she would open the door with bags under her eyes and crumpled clothes that easily told me what slumber I interrupted. It's why it was no surprise to see the titanic figure still laying on her chest. This was good, should make it easier to get to her head.

Looking to the horizon to spot that mountain of brunette hair. It was pushed to the right of her face, falling around and conforming to the snout. That protruding nose was like a bus in size. Attached to it were lips that could easily have been couches at this size, they sported a slight smile on her face, and fierce canines peaked from under the folds. I shudder to think what they could do to my miniscule frame if accidentally falling into that maw of hers. Shivers sent up my back in horrible terror on just the idea alone. I try to focus on my task of walking upon the red wasteland of Winona.

It was easy considering everything else I did today. She didn’t sleep with a blanket during naps. Couldn’t imagine getting stuck under a duvet or comforter, it would be a heat death sentence considering that measly panties and shorts were now circus tents that doubled as sweat ovens and makeshift saunas. I clear my head from such scary thoughts and continue my trek.

Come to think of it, she really didn’t need a covering. That fur kept warmth well most days, and in the Spring she shed most of it. Memories of catching some of the excess hairs in my mouth from the wind blowing it off were not pleasant. But, strapping on a bra and panties were probably the coolest she could stay in these more hot days of late April. I was more than thankful for the lack of blankets over her form. After the experience of being stuck inside cloth confinements all day, another one that could trump the others would be my absolute breaking point. Shivering at the thought of not being able to ascend or squirm my way out of a comforter was enough to grant nightmares.

Speaking from experience, it was abundantly clear to know there was no point in trying to lift the waistband of feminine underwears . Didn’t even want to begin imagining being smothered by a simple blanket two hundred times my current size. If crushing my bones wasn’t the killing factor, the sweltering heat and suffocation would. Had to forget about such terrifying ends and focus on the mission.

Finally making it to the massive wrap that was the back of a bra and the incline that followed was daunting. I clambered over the white strap which was pulled taught across her back, leaving slight indents in the flesh. The rest of the hill was like hiking up a trail at a park. This time the green grass and dirt paths were replaced by thick tufts of red hair. Considering trials from earlier today, a short trot up to a shoulder was nothing compared to being a makeshift butt plug.

Although it made me start to wonder if this was part of Harry’s plan. To shrink me down in hopes of me getting closer to Winona. It couldn’t be. Could it?.. No, he was smarter and classier than that. That is undeniably cruel and disgusting. “This was an accident”, I reassure myself. I’ve known him for three years, and of all the silly experiments and concoctions he made in that time? This was a whole new level. Nothing that raven created caused such a massive change like this. Which is why I was doubting his reason as a “diet pill”. That didn’t add up, why would it reduce my size? There was no use in dwelling on this longer though. I had reached the end of her back, where both shoulders met and the large cliffs below threatened an untimely death.

The giant mess of brown hair fell and wrapped around her head. The snout that was buried deep into the pillow was even larger up close. Her neck looked like a bridge, one that was crossable. It trailed up to her eyes which were blissfully shut in a trance of deep sleep. She was naturally gorgeous, but at this size she easily resembled a romantic painting of a goddess.

Those pert lips made it easy to find her adorable, coupled with the striking emerald green eyes that shone brightly, she turned heads anywhere they went. She could have any partner at this school, and yet she has been single for all the years attending school. Of all male friends she had, it was this little bunny that she chose to hang out with the most. I was the one she went to first, always. I chalked it up to the friendship we had built over years. Many late night dorm visits to get drunk and share embarrassing stories just to laugh it off like a couple of hyenas.

And in the times we would be sad, we’d lean on one another for comfort. It was reassuring to know someone who would be there to catch you. And it's something that I definitely took for granted. Especially now as she has nearly killed me multiple times accidently. Being 4’ 9’’ didn’t sound so damning anymore.

My thoughts of normalcy were then interrupted by the sudden opening of Winona’s maw in a mighty yawn. It sounded like a roar of a leviathan and I caught a glimpse of those enormous pearly white fangs. They were like curved daggers that wanted to sink into something juicy, it was honestly terrifying. But my gaze shook from the monolithic teeth as the ground started to shift again, a feeling I was now all too familiar with.

The incline started to flip. “She's rolling over”, I deduced, not even surprised at this point. No off guard rabbit this time though. Being prepared for such developments, I ran up the back in a full sprint. I just needed to get over the rounded lip of shoulder of and dig myself in somewhere. Easier said than done as I was getting real sick of dodging these life threatening movements. But the end to this nightmare was almost there, the rounded edge of the shoulder could be seen getting closer. The slope, getting ever so steeper as she rose to awake, this was my chance. Without bothering to look for any landing spot, I leapt from the shoulder, pushing as much off the red carpet to my ability. It was exhilarating now to be falling, of my own choice I mean. It also was a privilege to know my destination and braced for the colossal bra cladded bosom below.

I fell feet first into the middle of a mountainous round breast. Crashing into it on the pink and white rounded cloth. Unable to slow or anchor from the momentum, I tumbled and bounced down the squishy mound. Sliding down the hills shortly before it became impossible due to steepness that gathered gradually. Finally falling off the slope. I bounded off the adjacent breast into the cleavage, bracing myself for each spongy bounce. But it was a soft landing, the fat gathered here was like crashing on a moon bounce. And now that she found her new position of sleeping on her back, the cleavage spread greatly, leaving an ample sized gap to move and breathe. “All part of the plan”,' I lied, finding myself to stand on my paws.

Taking in my new surroundings was daunting to say the least. The two rounded globes rose above and between, threatening to fold together if their gravity was released. Thankfully for this rabbit, they were being held by the dam of a pink and white bra. Good, no need to get stuck here, I survived an ass and paw crushing, but two breasts at my size? Suffocation of red fat deposits for sure. With my mind clear, I start my hike up to her face and out of the crevice of circular death.

It was difficult not to look at her breasts at normal height though. They were massive, and she was easily a C cup. And because my stature was below her chest with my eyes meeting her belly, so often she would tease “my eyes are up here” joke constantly whenever I looked up to her. It was always met with a groan and eye roll from me. I should just let her know that it doesn't bother me anymore. When I get big again of course.

On the journey, the monolithic snout pointed to the white sky. Her fangs slipped out, still terrified at what they would do to me at this size, cutting me in half with one single bite I imagined vividly. I shuddered at the thought and continued to make sense of how I am getting up to her face? Her chin was too far from the neck to climb up. But that hair might do the trick. In her shifting, the jungle of golden brown now fell around both sides of her head, it was perfect.

Winona had a long, flowing mane that was often left to grow out wild and free.

Just like her mentality: Those ears of hers barely listened to anyone and she would always do what she wanted WHEN she wanted. Especially if you were an authoritarian figure, despised them the most. And there was little to no arguing with her on being wrong. In particular, she gets physical with her close friends.. Playful pushes and punches in the arm. But as a smaller rabbit, they often sent me flying or crashing to the floor for her lack of restraint in strength. It would quickly be replaced with a sympathetic apology from her and a helping paw, but it still scares me to think what she might say after I explain all of this to her. A balled fit crashing down onto me now was instant death. I’ll just have to cross that bridge after rescue.

I reached the left shoulder and peaked downwards, surveying the mahogany cliff wall, it wasn’t too far of a fall. About twelve meters from my assumption. The brown hair had bunched up, and looked extremely soft. It should cushion the drop distance. A slight yawn and watching her arm scratch her ass let me know there was no time to waste. Swallowing my fear, I made a small prayer to anyone up above, and leapt once more.

The drop was quick, only lasting long enough to suck the breath out from my lungs. And crashing down comfortably in the fibrous hairs, rattling my brain slightly.  Had to rack my vision as I lay in the silky confines of brown hair. I instantly was starting to sink like quicksand and rushed to get up before it consumed my figure. The scent of fresh washed hair was everywhere. It was beyond divine, and intoxicating. What a giant leap from being in an anus. Getting up was a new challenge though, I instantly was tugged down again as my arm got caught tangled in the fibers. I had to fight and pull to free my hand from the bramble of soft thread. Another trial of the wolf gauntlet, I presumed. It was then that I stumbled my way across the field of strawberry scented hair to the source.

Reaching the slope of hair that leads to her muzzle, and taking in as many fibers in my paw, I began hoisting myself up. Memories of high school gym class and climbing ropes start to flood in abruptly. This was the same principle, but with hair from a wolf one hundred times my size. And the aroma it gave off was good. no musk, or sweat, just her sweet conditioner flooded in. It was a reminder that I was aware that my poor fur could only take so much at this point. It was crusty and coarse from the sweaty, stretchy, and drenched prisons. Not to mention, stained badly from my makeshift butt-plug escapade. And the smell? Foul. And it all originated from her. So it was beyond comforting to finally have the grace of roses and strawberry shampoo enter my senses. Wiping the thoughts of a nice drawn bath aside, and a few minutes of inch worming upwards, I reached the edge of her fluffy cheek.

Gaining momentum by swinging back and forth and reaching one paw to grasp a clump of fur. Once I managed to grab a decent foothold into the hairs, I hoisted myself on the platform of plump cheekbone. What I stood before now was a small field of Winona’s muzzle. The snout raised high like a tower with an obelisk of nose marking its peak. Those eyes were still shut ever so tight and a smirk could fully be seen gracing her lips of the billboard face. I made my way toward those pretty peepers. My thought process was that a tug of the eyelid might get her to wake up. Sitting here was doing no good, and the ascent to her ears were too far.

The hike up her face was simple compared to everything else, a short scramble up towards the forehead. I made sure to avoid her giant maw, getting a short glimpse of those teeth during the earth shattering yawn made me extremely cautious. Thinking about being gobbled up like a simple morsel gave me goosebumps. To avoid such a grisly end, I step past it in my tour up furball mountain. Seeing all these details down close really was another glaring reminder of how gorgeous Winona was.

She had a soft, rounded face, literally and physically. It was short and petite, making her less scary and more like a puppy. Learned from experience that she hated being called “adorable” or “cute” though, it angered her deeply. She wanted to be seen as a fierce wolf who is on the hunt I guess. But it didn’t reflect her body type. Her personality? No doubt. Many times I could recall her almost biting others for that reason. Reminded me to never try and push that button on her. It was no use to get distracted by her grace now, I had finally made it to her left eye.

It was shut off harshly away from the world. Each eyelash stood on end, like a makeshift fence protruding skywards. Contemplating my next move carefully, I rack my brain. Forcing an eyelid open and walking into her eyesight. Or like a caveman, just punch it. She should feel something if it irritates a sensitive part of her. Although she didn't feel me down south, so unreliable was an understatement. Knowing that's because of lack of strength in anything I attempt to do at this size was frustrating. It might not be effective, or maybe too effective. She was going to stir anyway from any irritation. So either way, if she rises, I will be thrown from her form. Not many options, and certainly couldn’t wait for her to wake up. So eyelid pull it is.

Trailing over to the line of eyelashes and bending down to get a grasp of the long rope. I hold on tightly and tug backwards. Using my back and core to pull, it took mighty effort to budge. As if I was playing tug of war with an invisible entity, the lashes tensile strength begged to return to their original position. The white of the eye appeared before me and I struggled more, and more. The farther I pulled back, the more that oval pearl was gracing the world. The now large emerald tinted eye showed itself across the pool of white that surrounded it. This gave me the much needed motivation to keep up the work. Sweating and heat didn't stop my hauling until her entire eye was open. “Winona! Hey, wake up!” I cried out, clearly hassling to keep it open. The iris did not stir in the slightest. She must be still asleep, not much I could do. Unless…

A thought came to me, a brief and simple plan that could be effective in the waking of the titan. It's risky, but so was everything else today. I hope this isn't my end.

Bracing myself for the giant’s awakening, I continued to pull back the eyelid farther, as much as it could go. The strain in the eyelashes and flesh below could be felt. It was straining to hold at this point.

“Sorry Winona”, I apologized trutfully. And with that last word, I released. A large snap sound of it clasping back into place echoed, like cymbals crashing into each other. At first nothing happened, and I worried that all that effort was a waste. Then both lids opened to the world slowly. Those striking green eyes blinked and searched around for a moment. Then large paws came down and clasped over the ovals. I had to dive out of the way to avoid being caught under those tree trunk digits. Great! She is awake, now’s my chance.

“Winona! Please help! I've shrunk!” I cried out to the massive digits covering those masterpiece of eyes underneath. They finished their work of rubbing sleep from those gems and retreated. Her eyebrows raised, as if something was off. Then she started lurching upwards and the ground beneath shifted with it. This might have been a mistake.

I was once again forced to scream and tumble down the all too familiar terrain of red, I tried to stop my descent, again. Only managing to flip myself around so that I was sliding on my back. This helped me steer away from going down any farther as my new destination was the monolithic tower of snout.

Landing on the flat surface of boney nose and rushing to my paws, I made a dash for the end where her black nose was. She was fully upright at this point and it made it easy to run across the flat of snouts until I reached her sniffer. There I anchored myself with one paw gripping the short fur that gathered here and waving with the other. “WINONA! LOOK DOWN!

I’M DOWN HERE!” I screamed until my throat hurt and cracked.

Her ears perked up, and those green eyes searched left and right, then her head swiveled back and forth, as if looking for the source. Her head movements shook me and tested the strength in my one arm as I struggled to hold on. But now fueled by the idea of rescue, I persisted. “YES, KEEP LOOKING, I’M ON YOUR SNOUT!” I shouted out once more. Her long triangular pointed ears twitched then folded forwards, and her eyes crossed together to focus on the jutting nose. Those green eyes had sleep resonating within them, but then went wide as if she noticed something.

“Was this in my eye?” Her voice boomed out.

“Yes!” I cried, she finally noticed. Then a massive shadow loomed over me. A gargantuan paw came from behind and pinched me between two fingers without any warning. Those pads gripped my torso with immense strength, but they were smooth and soft, like two mattresses coming together. I was shaken around with only some light from the crack between the new fleshy entrapment. A gigantic emerald eye peaked through and squinted. I didn’t attempt to struggle in between those pads in case Winona wasn't feeling merciful to the bug today. That rounded green oval went wide and the iris shrunk in surprise. “I-Is that?” She questioned. “BEN!

Holy shit is that you?”

I gave off a sheepish smile and nodded. “Yes!” I shouted out to her, relief in my voice.

Rescue has been secured. I now felt safe and warm in the forced grip, versus scared out of my mind. She didn't know what to do so she released me from her grasp and I fell backwards into her paw, resting on the middle pad. Laying there on my butt and looking upon the billboard face of Winona which was horribly confused. She stood there, eyes wide and tilted her head to study my frame. I forced myself to stand tall and covered my penis so that she wouldn’t have to see how pathetic it was.

“How did you get so small?” She immediately began to question. Then instantly changed her mind. “Right, sorry about holding you like that. I’ll put you down now”, she blushed red under that fur. She moved my cupped container of her paw onto the wooden table of the night stand. Carrying delicately and carefully, with grace. Her paw opened up and I leapt off to the hard table surface. With another curious head tilt and raised eyebrow she continued. “Holy shit, you're so small… and naked.” She attempted to look anywhere else while I took more care in covering my cock with one hand. She then leaned down with a tree trunk digit and prodded me which caused me to fall over and a slight giggle from her.

“Hey!” I shouted angrily.

“Sorry about that”, she apologized. “I must be like a building to you, and I couldn’t resist.”

There was a slight tremor as she hopped down from the bed and bent down with her chin resting on the nightstand to study me more. Her eyes sparkled and looked almost worried. And her nose was just meters away from my figure. Then that black figure pushed into me. It gave an audible sniff which sucked some of the grim from my fur. She then reeled her head back and covered her nose with her free paw to stop the smell.

“Where have you been? You smell horrible. Like day-old trash that's been left out and… Like ass?” She was puzzled at first then extremely embarrassed. I did nothing but droop my ears and did my best to explain to her.

It was awkward to describe how being trapped under used clothing and adventures in underwear led me to pulling the eyelid back. She sat there and listened, ears twitching slightly and crimson blushing from her cheeks spoke volumes. I finish my tale, scratching the back of my head to avoid eye contact.

She rubbed her chin, she seemed almost unphased. “Damn, you’ve been through a lot in the past hour. My body must have been a gauntlet for you!”, she stated. I threw up my hands in defense, ready to be smashed like a bug. But to my surprise she just leaned back down again and gave me a large nuzzle with her nose. As if she was comforting a long lost pup. It nearly knocked me down and I wrapped my paws around the monolithic nose to not be knocked down again. It took everything in my power to not get a boner.

She retreated that snout and peered down intently at me, as if studying every centimeter. Her eyes looked hungry, it was daunting. “So how did you get so tiny”? She asked with interest, worn on that face. I could swear that the tail behind was wagging intently from side to side. Why was she so adorable at this massive size? Ignoring her zealous behavior, I cupped my paws together and shouted up at the titaness.

“Harry! He gave me one of his stupid experiments, something clearly went wrong!” I called out. She looked extremely unsurprised and motioned with a single eyebrow to continue. “I came to your room earlier to meet you and that's when I shrunk. Have been attempting for the past hour to get your attention!” I finished. She returned to face me with those bright emerald eyes and slightly sheepish grin, her fangs bared a bit under the smile. It still worried me to see those at this size.

“So Harry is to blame for this…” She pondered and launched upwards to strut about the room. I couldn’t help but look at her rump as it juggled back and forth. Those threads were buried deep into her crack. It strained under the massive task of holding those cheeks in. It was getting more and more difficult to hide my boner, my paws could only cover so much. She peeked over her shoulder and placed her arms over her bosom which caused those breasts to bunch upwards. She finished her pondering pace and settled back down on her knees to face me once more. “What should we do?” She asked genuinely, leaning on her arms for support.

“We need to go see Harry! He should know what to do and could still be in the lab room!” I responded. Winona agreed and stood up, the front of her pink and white panties greeted me, her lips could be seen through the fabric and that damp spot from previous endeavors. I had no time to contemplate it as the large paw snatched me in a quick grasp. It was warm and smooth, like a stone. She loosened her grip so it was as if I was being cradled then trapped. Stomping her way over to the door, with me in tow. She opened the gateway and then caught herself by slapping her forehead in shock.

“Duh! Need clothes.” She said surprised. A scatterbrain she was not, so this was a rare sight to see. Really pleasing to see her like this though. Trodding back to the bed stand and placing me down, she fished out a new grey tank top and black sport shorts. She started to get dressed and being a gentleman, looked away out of respect. This was met by a comment by her. “You can look if you want, you’ve already seen me in my panties, dude. And then some.” I fought the urge, but abided and turned around to face her. Only to be meant with two large globes. She bent over with the underwear being stretched to its absolute limit. I couldn't tell if she deliberately pushed that tail to the side to give me a view, or if it was my imagination. What wasn’t fiction was how gorgeous she looked bent completely over. Wiggling her ass into those shorts and pulling the waistband from the hip just to let it slap against her rump with a satisfying crack. My cock throbbed slightly and was forced to bury it between my thighs to cover the growing erection from sight. She swiftly turned around and dusted herself off. “Ok little bunny, let's get going”, she spoke confidently and snatched me up once more.

We made our way back over to the exit where she casually slipped on some shoes and was about to reach for the door when she stopped herself again. Looking over her person multiple times and patting herself down. A devilish look came from her lips and ears folded down. “I don’t have any pockets. And since we're in a rush…”, she blushed a crimson red and lowered me closer to her chest. Much to my surprise, she opened her top and revealed the pink and white bra from earlier. “You’ll be safe here, I promise.

“Wait, what are you doing?” I called up.

She gave me no chance to argue as she used a free paw to pull forward the cup and dump me in carelessly. Falling down into the curve of the cloth dome to rest in the center. I wasn’t thrilled about where this was going. Looking up to face her, there was a slight smile on her face. Was she enjoying this? My nose twitched slightly in fear as she called down. “Just for the walk, until you're normal again.”, she winked. And with that she let go.

I rocketed forward into the warm curvature of her breast. My frame sunk into the fur and was outlined by it as the elastic and foam of the bra forced me deeper. Once more I return to the pitch black confinement of clothing. I was completely sealed in once more, and the air was dry. I couldn't get a decent breath of air being slammed against the fat of breast. And what oxygen could be obtained was surrounded by her scent once more. And was she sweating again? There was no way of knowing if I was presperating or her. Then an unseen paw from the outside gave me two pats and a huge tug of the cup launched me into an unseen structure. A rounded circular form. It was bigger than my head and soft, but became rigid after some time, definitely her nipple. This couldn't be our best option, was it? Why wouldn’t she just drop me in a pocket, or better yet just carry me?

There was no time to debate it, she was off walking. I could tell this was happening from the up and down bouncing and the kneading back and forth as her two breasts slammed and rubbed against each other. It didn’t matter too much to me though. I was finally safe. Sweaty, smelly, uncomfortable and tired. But safe. I let the rocking of the bra ride take my worries away, and tried to ignore my cock digging into her flesh. And hopefully she didn't notice on our way to the raven.

The massive thumping noise of  heartbeat could be heard through the furred flesh of boob. It started to pick up and her breathing was growing more prominent in this new confinement. I felt like dough being kneaded between the warm breasts of my friend. Although, from what we’ve been through together now, it seemed we might be more than that. Or was I just fantasizing about being with her again? How would it even work if I stayed this size? Live in a cage like some bug to be studied and explored. And how would my family react? The thought alone of being stepped on like some insignificant insect was still a real fear that I grappled with in my mind. Now my breathing started to pick up and sweat ran down my head and soaked into my long folded ears.

The once comforting swaying got faster and became turbulent. Trying to call for help or stop the wolf was met with muffled fur being deposited in my mouth. It was suffocating in here, why didn't she let me be carried? The thought returned, because this was getting too much. The jiggling from each foot fall kept sending me left, right, making me dizzy. It also wasn't aided by my head constantly slamming into her nipple. I could have sworn there was subtle laughter from her. There really was no way of telling since my long ears were constantly being jammed in between the breast and cup.

Then suddenly it stopped all at once, as if my prayers had been answered. Light flooded back in the prison. My eyes squinted from its brightness. I was peeled off the tit by tree trunk sized digits. They pinched the scruff of my fur, lifting me out gingerly before transferring to an open palm. I laid down in the center pad gasping for fresh cool air when a curious wolf face stared down at me.

“Enjoy yourself”? She cooed down. Sitting up to face those pupils, I shot a dissatisfied look and responded upwards.

“Don’t you ever put me in there again”, I blankly told her. There was a tone of seriousness in my voice, and she looked unphased by that. Standing up to see that the hallways of the science building were empty, and ginormous. We were right in front of the lab door.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad, you're being dramatic”, Winona responded. There were no words that I could say to her, I knew better than to argue, especially now.“So the room is locked. Where else would he be?” She questioned while giving the handle one more shake to ensure it was indeed locked. This wasn’t ideal.

“If he isn't here then he must be going home right about now. Maybe we could catch him in the parking lot. Let's go!” I exclaimed. I was ready to get to the bottom of this shrunken nightmare once and for all. Oh to be big again was beyond exciting. Finally being able to reach a doorknob again was starting to sound so lovely. Can’t believe I took that for granted, as well as other things. And now with Winona’s help, this will be over soon.

“Ok, I could do that,” She interrupted my thoughts. “Could” what was she talking about? It caused me to raise a miniscule eyebrow up at her. “Or we can just wait a week until he gets back”, she suggested.

“What the hell are you going on about?” I pondered. This was unlike her to wait. She was more impatient than me. And does she know how terrifying this is? To be a bug sized bunny capable of being squished by nothing but slight pressure from a paw? What she said pissed me off slightly, this situation was dire. I stamped my foot in anger. “Winona! This can’t wait! I need your help!” I yelled at her.

“Oh hush up, dork. What's a few days with me? I can take care of you until Harry comes back. Plus I know you have a thing for me”, she finished with resolve. That comment about her knowing sent some butterflies in my stomach. Ones that were quickly tarnished by her previous words. Was she being serious about not aiding me find that bird brain? I couldn’t tell from this stature if this was some elaborate prank of hers.

“Of course I like you, but this isn’t really the time and it certainly isn’t some joke, Winona. I want to be big again, and the only one that can help me is Harry”. When I started, there was a slight fear in my voice. She was large and clearly in charge. Why was she being so unreasonable right now? And it's not like I can just walk away or do it on my own. “There's no telling if he is about to leave now. So let's go !” I barked orders, wanting to waste no time. Too late to realize I made a big mistake.

“Oh yeah, I’m so scared,” she said mockingly. Then she lowered down a paw and to my utter shock, bunched up two digits and flicked me in the face, causing me to crash to the paw floor I was standing on. My nose instantly burned as my senses fired off at once. Slight tears welling in my eyes from the pain. I could hear her cackle above as I picked myself off the paw and looked up in anger at her. She beamed down, returning with anger in her eyes. “And there's more where that came from if you talk to me like that again. You can’t even lift a finger”, she finished. And with that being said she reached down once more and grinding me into the ground of her paw and kept me there. She was right, there was nothing I could do as I struggled to lift this squishy pad off of me.

“Winona!” I shouted angrily. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Whatever I want with you”, she responded with slight lust in her voice. This was beyond humiliating for me, she had a meanstreak, sure. But I was her friend, this was the last thing I was expecting from her today. “So you and I are going to wait for Harry to come back. You’ll spend the week with me. It's honestly about time we got some one on one”, she stated matter of factly.

“Does this sound like a plan, cutie?”

My fury rose in me. “Fuck no! Let go of me!” I cursed out. This was met by more giggling from her and pressure from the paw weighing down. I could see her maw through the small light window that poured in.

“You're so cute”, she breathed, washing warm moist air over my fur. She licked those lips hungrily, especially each fang in a devilish smile. She giggled slightly. “And because you can’t really argue with me, you're going back in here”, she cooed.

And with that the paw released me and two digits pinched and dragged me upwards to her maw. I wanted nothing to do with that mouth and I flailed with all my might to avoid it. But there was no stopping my trajectory. She delivered a playful lick across my whole body. The tongue was spongy and covered my form completely in spit and saliva. Now that I was drenched and her work complete, I was then lowered slowly down to her cleavage. At this point, desperation took hold.

“No! Not there, please anywhere but there”, I begged. It seemed she didn’t listen or care.

“I’m sorry, alright?! Just not in there again!” Desperation in my voice caused it to crack a little.

She just threw her head back in a slight evil laugh.

“Awhhhh. Too late to beg now though, bunny boy”, she giggled out. And then without further word, I was jammed down between those two globes. They smushed together and kept me in place like a seatbelt. There was no way to see out of the grey tank top, so I was forced to look up at the peering wolf goddess above. Her smile was vile and the licking of her lips was horrifying. I did the only thing to do. Kick and scream to try and warrant an escape. It was near impossible and futile to do so. Which made Winona snicker.

“Ok, that's enough out of you.”, she winked. And then a furred digit pushed down on my head causing me to sink fast in between the fatty folds of red. Crying and howling the entire time for help until my mouth was full of fur, muffling me with a makeshift muzzle. The light above faded as the clawed paw retracts, completely sealing me within this sweaty entrapment of breasts. With a simple pat and squeezing of her breasts to make sure I was secure, she walked on.

As I was being squished between the short walk, I couldn’t help but panic again. What was she planning on doing with me? Is she going to be like this for the rest of the week? And what would happen if she accidentally kills me? These thoughts kept clouding my judgement and made it hard to breathe. No, it was difficult to have any air in here anyway. My body was tired and the constant swaying was weighing down my eyelids. Must keep awake, no telling what she might do next. But I couldn’t fight it anymore and the lack of oxygen had me pass out before I could contemplate it any further. And the only thing that was heard was a slight humming from the titan and the world went pitch black.

Part 2

“Ughhhhh”, Was all that would mumble out from my lips. Forcing my eyes to open, slowly. That groggy feeling of waking up too soon stuck in the back of my already exhausted mind. But was quickly shaken as the light stung my eyes, embracing the bright light that filtered through. It was intense, stinging and they instinctively shut once more to block out its luminescence.

“Mffmmm, what happened?” I ask, hoping for an answer soon. Last thing that I could recall was the prison of squishy breasts, crashing back and forth, compressing my minuscule form. And that strong, overpowering scent of her shampoo still lingered in my nose and stirred something below. It was hard to shake the memory of it, as it was burned eternally in my mind. The pleasant nightmare of being tiny. Something that I never thought that could be so exhilarating. It was both amazing and terrifying, the sensation of my world being embiggened, a simple step from another could end me with ease.

Well, I claim it a dream, but it felt way too real. Every texture, fall, and smell could still be cataloged easily in the back of my head. And thinking more about it, that was more tangible than lucid thoughts deem it so. My body ached ever so much, like it's been through hell and back. It was sore, an aching pain anytime I shifted or sucked in air.

In brighter news, the nightmare was over and the comfort of drifting back off to sleep was just in reach. A smile crept upon my lips and comfort was soon to be gained. I went to rollover when a tugging sensation snagged my torso. It was tight and harsh, ripping some of my fur strongly. An alarming sensation.

My eyes shot open, only to be blinded by the light flooding through my squint. It was sharp and stung against my pupils. But I managed to finally focus on observing my surroundings taking in as much as possible. I was lying down on my back, atop a flat and hard surface. The harsh and bright brown and grain easily was wood. It's cold surface below sent shivers up my back and sprawled like a small field in front of me. The bright sun above had a source. A monolithic desk lamp rained its radiance upon me. Its small bulb burned  and mocked me with its gigantic appearance.

“Great”, I said out loud with no contempt or joy. It was clear as day: This bunny boy was atop her desk, meaning that whole “dream” I reflected on, was real. Everything, from the drenched sock prison to the unwilling anus exploration was now burned forever into my brain. And how putrid those toes smelled, it sent goosebumps up my spine and across the arms, forcing me to sit up in a jerky motion trying to get out.

But attempting to rise was all but useless, there was something holding me down. Like a large seatbelt, pinning my belly and lanky arms to their sides. My head was able to turn, in limited movement. And my legs could kick, barely. But full standing was out of the question.

Stretching up to see the source of my binding was a challenge in itself. But the culprit was clear as day. A band of sticky adhesive was placed carefully over my torso, incapacitating me to the wooden desk. Its vice did not give under any struggling or attempts to free my figure. Upon further inspection, it was nothing but a single strand of scotch tape, how pathetic. Of all the makeshift restraints. Its transparent gray color mocking me.

I’m all but sick of being unable to lift simple objects a normal sized bunny would do with a flick. My legs flail in hopes of freeing any sort of appendage from this binding. Should know better by now that it's futile and I’ll just wear myself out again. These shackles could not- would not break. So I patiently wait for anything to happen. Though it could be a while.

The whole room was dim, except for the orange light pouring in through the closed, white curtains. Winona often kept them closed due to her migraines she would get monthly. Something about light sensitivity. I would constantly tease her about it, to her dismay. But this served as info on what time it was. It was about to be night soon, how long was I out? And what awaits me next? These questions lingered in my head, bouncing against my skull.

THOOM, THOOM, THOOM.  Uhgggg… Why must I always speak so soon?

The all too familiar sound of a certain wolf stomping about had my eyes widen in terror and fueled the addrenaline to continue flailing. Need to get away from her, the last time we spoke it was met with being squashed between a titanic cleavage against my will. How I wish to never return to that hell, must escape quickly! This pathetic attempt was stopped when a tarp of gray was brought into view. Her tank top, which now looked like a circus tent with those mountainous globes poking through, stretching the fabric to its limit.

Winona dropped down into her swiveling desk chair and those breasts bounced themselves up and down as it swirled back and forth from the force of sudden crashing before coming to a rest. I had to pry my eyes off that ample bosom, it hypnotized me before craning my neck up to see the grinning face of a red wolfess.

“Rise and shine! I must admit to you: I had no idea my tits were powerful enough to suffocate…”, she claimed with a mischievous grin, looking down at her figure and giving those doughy mountains a slight squeeze with her paws, as if impressed by their newfound ability and the work they did. Ignoring that comment, I sat in my adhesive binding and shot a scornful look up to the canine, returning to the matter at hand.

“Is this really necessary?” retorting by shaking angrily back and forth to draw attention to how ridiculous the whole predicament is.

“Apparently so.” She rebutted with a steely sharp tone that sent another shiver up my spine. She wasted no time in leaning in closer with that giant maw of hers just mere inches from my frame. I attempted to reel back in disgust to avoid its form from falling upon me. I expected to be gobbled up right there and then. But instead, came audible sniffs from her and that moist warm breath washed over as she spoke. “You smell so sweet, like me! However, the tape? Is a precaution. You're so tiny… Losing a tiny bunny would not be fun”, she whispered, slightly seductive in tone and licked those thick, large lips. It stirred something inside me once more and definitely twitched my cock below. I thank Winon in the back of mine that there was tape over my crotch… She retracted that snout, my mind snapping back from my horniness to those confusing words. I furrow an annoyed eyebrow in response.

“The only reason that I came here earlier today was to see you, I wouldn’t run, or get lost!” I finished that rant with a particular anger bubbling in my voice. There was a moniker of doubt worn on those large lips of hers, they hardly moved as they fell into a solemn frown. Her pointed ears twitched slightly, telegraphing those emotions slightly. There was no way to see her tail from the vantage I had, so it was any guess what she really was thinking. But a sudden pawed fist crashing down onto the table just to the right of me let me know immediately. Its muscular fibers clenched and veins popped out slightly. It was enough to stand my hairs on end and a gulp of air down the throat.

“I could crush you easily, you should be safer with me, here!” She exclaimed. This girl really doesn't understand the direness of being small. Easily, could have died at any moment. Not to mention the scary thought of being thrown in a wash… But I knew better than to confront her head on. Must keep a cool mind, and not forget that being one inch is also prime squishing size. “Just tell her the truth”, my consciousness screams internally. I focus my thoughts and speak.

“Winona. I’m gonna be brutally honest with you in the calmest way and hope you see it from my perspective: I’m one, frickin’ inch tall!” I screamed out impatiently, like a pouting child. I attempted to shuffle in my shackles once more to no progress. Giving up from exhaustion and to my surprise, she retracted that balled fist and leaned forward, causing her breasts to slide across the wooden deck, nearly reaching my feet and threatening to gobble me up once more. Her eyes looked anywhere but at the tiny bunny. She was sheepish, only got this way when trying to avoid something. Its odd how I can read her easily sometimes, and other times it was like learning a new language.

“It could be worse”, she offered, scratching the back of her head. It was obvious: Winon had no way to respond or react.

“No, this is pretty sucky. Even now, I have to tell you this while strapped to your desk”. I wiggled my thumpers at her, pretending to squish her large head between my toes.

“Only because I have a bad feeling you will try to run away, escape even.”, she stated. There were no words to be said to this titanic canine. She wanted it her way, and by any means; the dog would get it. I think the crimson wolf knew I couldn’t get away, so this was something else. But what exactly her desire was, is still a complete and utter mystery. The slight blush under those already red furred cheeks did nothing to aid in the investigation. I once more shifted uncomfortably under the viciously clingy blanket. This was met by a large giggle from her and a paw to come down towards me.

The singular digit uncurled and the smooth pad coddled my head back and forth roughly, creating a drag of skin and short brown fur. I thought my floppy ears were going to be pulled off from the constant kneading from the finger. The only thing to do was endure the petting and call up to her.

“Hey! Not so rough!” I plead with the titan. But this was meant with more coddling and a singular unsheathed claw scratching the top of my head. To be fair, the hard nail against my tarnished fur actually felt good, as did the pats she provided. However, in terms of what mattered most right now, being treated like some sort of pet was not one of them. I attempt to try and reach through to my friend once more.

“Winona! In regards to what you said about me trying to escape. I ask: what would you do in my position?” I pondered. The petting session stopped abruptly and she slinked that gigantic arm between her legs in a folded manor atop her lap. I think she genuinely was contemplating it, you could almost see the gears in that fluffy head turning. There was clearly a need to elaborate. “You could easily kill me. So try to understand where I'm coming from", I finished with confidence in my eyes and beamed up at her sheepishly. Although it probably looked like a pathetic attempt, splayed out like an offering to the massive wolf wasn’t exactly humbling.

She said no words, just slowly grinned and returned her paw to prod me again. The warmth from those digits was so comforting. It was a reminder of how many times I fell asleep in her lap watching movies. How those memories were now tainted by earlier experiences of being pushed into her anus… There was no way of escaping each curled digit as they started to coddle circular motions, massaging my head.

“So cute. I always loved how short you were before, but now it's like having a pet”, she cooed downwards.

“Pet”? I wondered. That word bounced around in my brain, unfettered by coherency. Is that really how she sees me? Nothing more than a plaything to be prodded and poked? It felt unreal that through all those late nights and time we've spent togethe, parties gone, and stupid secrets we shared. Now this is how our relationship would progress. What a total downgrade from the hope of being something more…

She continued her kneading of my coat and scratching until I reared my head back and forth, desperately trying to escape with this newfound information. This was met with more laughter from Winona, which angered me to no end.

“Winona, seriously! Untape me from this desk. Right now!” I stated, flailing under the infernal contraption. She fell completely silent and contemplated the next decision. The only sound that emanated was her slight breathing and the air flowed through her nose with each gargantuan exhale. The strong smell of her strawberry shampoo was heavy as a weight and blocked any other senses as we stared at each other. A total standoff.

“Fine”, she said compromisingly. It was a relief as she came back to those rational senses and peeled back the band with slow care. It stuck to my fur, but the tender pull of Winona kept it all in place without any painful tearing. Perhaps yelling finally got through to the wolf? That would honestly be a first from the hot head I was.

This odd power trip she clearly had was daunting to say the least, and completely out of left field. Well, I say its new. But that teasing? Was nothing new, that's for sure. That specific type of behavior was expected at this point, and sarcasm was already a part of daily lingo. But this seemed mean, undeniably cruel and unlike anything else from her. What was her goal anyway? Perhaps this dynamic was exciting her? These questions caused me to have a quick glance at those hungry licking lips and emerald eyes above. Whatever it was, it did not look good where we were heading.

She finished removing the tape by crunching into a ball and tossing it behind her. I rush once more to my feet and gaze upon the looming goddess. Those gargantuan breasts still lay resting upon the flat field of brown, wooden desk, giving them a small boost as they smacked between one another, and threatened to consume me once more. I had to step back to avoid such an untimely return between those mountains and wasted no time trailing my neck to face Winona.

She squinted those ovals upon my frame, as if sizing me up. They were judgmental in a way, and the slight head tilt from her did nothing to let me know what that thought process was. It could have been anything from angry to actually wanting to apologize from the torture of tits. I decided to brush the mangled fur that was caused by the recent petting session and try to stand tall once more.

“So now what-”

“Stop talking”, Winona interrupted abruptly and callously. It was so sudden that I shut up immediately. And there we sat, just staring at each other, a giantess vs the once inch bunny in an ultimate match of stalemate. She could kill me with nothing but a simple flick of a paw or between her digits. And yet she waited, as if telling me to make the first move. A true standoff had finally begun. A silence and staring contest ensued, the atmosphere, stinking of her musk from the dirty room and the ambivalent quiet could cut through steel… This silence couldn't last forever, so I decided to speak first and break the tension.

“Not really sure what is going on with you but-”

“I said, stop talking!” She yelled downwards, sending me to step back slightly in fear. Without any other warning an opened paw reached down. It was too quick! It wrapped itself around my scruff of bunny neck, each finger like a tree trunk pinching the skin and brown fur as a mother would carry a kitten that's been bad.

“H-Hey! What are you doing?!” I cried out, but there was nothing to stop her from pulling my scruff harshly in a tug to shut me up quickly. Dragging me upwards towards her face. I struggled and kicked to try and free myself from this unwilling grip. Only finally stopping abruptly and swinging in front of the humongous face. Her judging eyes screamed that I had made another mistake, and those brown brows of hers folded in anger before she spoke. A strand of hair blocking her eye, as if trying to hide some sort of emotion.

“Your failure to cease speaking will cost you dearly”, she claimed solemnly. It sounded awfully like one of our game's final bosses. “Cost?” I thought, what could that mean? Coming from her and this forceful grapple could mean nothing good. This started to trigger the fear of her, the adrenaline flowing.

“Winona, what are you going on about?!” I exclaim in confusion. “T-T-This is no joke, you're hurting me!” I finish in anguish. This short fur of mine and tuft behind my neck was not meant to be bunched up in such a death grasp. This meant nothing to the titaness above me, she simply laughed it off as if the pleaing words meant nothing. I surrendered, and she wasn’t taking prisoners.

“Unfortunately we can’t listen to directions in not speaking. And what a shame”. She fake pouted, those pert lips pursed. “And now I have to punish you”, she finished in a matter of fact tone.

“Punish”? I quizzically glance at her through the pain in my neck and back. She suddenly leaned back in her chair quickly, and between pinched digits I followed in suit, swinging to a stop when her throne rolled its wheels backwards.

With an evil smile, I was forced downward in a steep sloped path. Passing the arm rests and humongous thighs that creaked between them. Upon the quick glance I received, they were horrifying to see squished up like that vs the easily maneuverable canyon they were when traversing on the bed earlier.

My descent finally stopped when carlessy dropped upon the hardwood floor, under the dark desk and right between two monolithic paws. What hit me first was the stench, sweet and a pungent sour that caused me to cough and vocer my tiny nose. The next thing was the size: They raised above and surrounded me like a makeshift cage. She wasted no time in giving those toes a huge, muscular flex, uncurling and unfurling in a way to mock my new pathetic position below. Her sneering face could be seen peering under the sky of the desk. She still sported that malicious smile upon her fat, and elongated snout.

“I spent all day on my paws. A loooong run, that had these puppies stuffed in that shoe. So very little room for them” She claimed. And Winona was right, they were plump and certainly fresh. Nothing could shake the steam that seemingly came off them as well. “So, little bunny. You are to massage my paws as your penance”, she claimed with authority in her voice, and those eyes lit up with sincerity. She wasn’t lying.

“W-What?”I questioned and stood up between the pads that rose high above. They instantly gave me bad memories of earlier, of being stamped into the ground by them, and it shook my nerves to the core. It also wasn't aided by the fact that the smell was getting to me. A twitching sensation rang from my nethers, something that heavy breath in fixed. Her toes were stinky! A stinging, sour smell of those feet wafted through the air. Apparently that shower earlier did nothing!

“You heard me clearly”, She came back, and spat with ill intent in her voice. And without any other warning, those pads started collapsing inwards slowly. I barely had time to react, only being able to throw up my arms and cower as the feet came and clasped together, hard. I was completely trapped between them. My muffled screams between the giant fluffy and smooth pads of canine beans were most likely drowned out by her cackling above.

What is she thinking?! I could be killed down here! This was beyond unlike her, and even sadistic. There wasn't much I could do but endure this "punishment" that she found fitting. It was even more difficult to think straight from the lack of air, only the humid stench caused by the soft and smelly toes. "Hmmm, not feeling anything down there…", I could hear her teasing through this fleshy confinement, muffled as it may be. It was clear what she wanted me to do in this infernal contraption.

The muscular walls clenched and any air in my lungs was easily squeezed out. I was then immediately drenched in sweat. That stinging aroma soaking into me. Like a rag, it stained my short brown fur a darker hue and its scent burned the nostrils. I tried desperately to squirm my way out of this trap, it was horrific! Then she started to flex her toes and I could physically feel my body being pulled and kneaded between the stench filled feet. I don't wanna die like this, so my fight instincts kicked in and thrashing ensued. Anything to get away from this! I was not to be a red stain on the crimson dog!

Nothing could top how utterly disgusting it was to be degraded like this. Definitely worse than the sock prison from earlier. Or at the very least debatable. And before I could contemplate, and compare it. Her paws tighten up once more, squeezing all the perispartion into my frame like a wringer. The foot sweat squelched itself into my already stingy fur. Suffocating me heavily and had me squirming for my life. It was a futile effort. Then came the reality of being blackout from being squeezed. Stars flooded my peripherals, the very real threat to pass out as my eyes were growing more and more difficult to keep open. And then there was a sudden release of pressure as the feet parted.

A short fall below had me sputtering and gasping for sweet, fresh air upon the hardwood surface of paneled flooring. It felt so relieving to breathe in the dusty air below a desk, something I won’t take for granted ever again. Laying on my, just sucking in air. Gazing upon the disappointed face of Winona. Those eyes were unimpressed and it was infuriating to see her so unfettered by what just took place. Being carried between those breasts was one thing, but this was out of line. Especially if it involved dirty paws.

“Tsk tsk”, she snickered. “I expected more from you! Knowing how often you look at my feet” She teased. My face blushed hard and it became more and more difficult to hide it. “But I feel merciful today, so try again”.

I’m covered in unsavory liquids, and exhausted from more feet antics. To say I became upset again is an understatement. The heartbeat in my chest was rising and my breathing got heavier. Instinctively puffing my cheeks up and sitting upwards to face her gaze, I unleash my rage upon the goddess above.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?!” I shout at her aggressively, to the slight surprise of the wolf. “You could have killed me easily!” There was no reaction and the goddess easily returned to her original position of looking down upon my stout standing, this time with something lying behind that gaze. It wasn’t really easy to tell what it was down here. But it couldn't be of goodwill, cause that brow furrowed harshly.

“You are such a little baby!”, she said, sticking her flat tongue out through that long snout of hers, mockingly. “I’ll give you another chance. And if you disappoint once more: I won’t be as kind.”

“Are you even listening to me-”. Before my thought neared completion, a looming paw overhead casted its massive shadow over my figure. Blocking out the artificial sun from beneath the building-like structure of the desk and slowly lowered itself. Seeing no other way, I attempted to slide backwards until the toe pads were set upon my face, as if petting and feeling me up.

Extending my arms to catch them before they consumed me, I was but semi-successful. Prying them upwards with my furry paws so as to not get smeared with that heavy scent. It took great strength to stop them from crushing me completely. Another worthless effort produced by yours truly. The straining of my arms was giving way to the immense pressure of canine feet. I could see that large, evil grin between the toe gap. She was enjoying this, most likely this wasn’t even full strength for her. Winona was teasing me.

“Hmmm, still not feeling anything down there”, she followed up. With her words rattling in my skull, that paw tilted downward more, without warning. My head collided with the wood and the reeking paw just inches from my snout was twitching from its stench. I can’t keep this up, my arms were already starting to ache and passing out wasn’t an option I could afford.

“Ahhghhh! What do you want from me?!” I yelled in pain outwards to her. She once more tilted her head and gave me a suspicious look.

“It's been a long day, You should give my paws a good rubbing”, she hinted. Could practically feel those eyes roll from down here. This is what she wanted the whole time. To massage a paw ten times my size all for her pleasure. Racking my brain for any other option. Perhaps stalling for time until there was a proper escape plan? No way, this wolf won’t let up due to stubborness. There was really no other choice. So I reluctantly abided. If this was to please her, by all means I will give it to her.

I dug my paws into both toe pads and started to grip and knead them with vigor. They were easily malleable and my digits hurled into the fleshy substance easily and began rubbing with circular motion. The leathery feeling of my fur against hers and the sweat made it easy to massage the monolithic feet. Slicking up the walls and caressing each plump toe pad like a back to be rubbed. That smile of hers easily turned to please, and the paw began to alleviate its dominance and lift off my torso. There was an audible calm, almost pleasured breathing from Winona. My work was being appreciated.

“See? Not so difficult now, is it?” She cooed below her. I grumbled and cursed to myself, truly hated doing this with every centimeter of my size. Sure wouldn't mind giving her a rub like this at normal height, when a single hand could cover an entire foot. And yet…My cock was standing on end, being prodded. Which was aided greatly by her foot coddling it. That stimulation of the tip and surrounded by feminine musk was driving me crazy. This was pleasurable and the warmth of the toes did nothing but boost this feeling.

The dick sprung to life below me as I continued the punishment massage of toes beans. Its pathetic stiffness desperately trying to puncture and lift to stand tall against the smooth sole was met with a quick pin down to the side. It was swatted down by a girl’s foot.  How badly it wanted to be rubbed out, that tugging sensation returning and racking in my head like a loose screw. I must be crazy to want to jerk off to her paws at this pathetic height. That breathing of mine picked up from the slight moaning that left my maw, and I tried desperately to hide it from her. But there was nothing to cover my mouth except the dripping, sweat stained toes. Could practically hear the jokes from above if she found out that I was receiving pleasure from this gigantic footjob of hers.

However, the sole fact that I was being crushed against my will by a single paw pad was ruining my morale. My short coat was once more tarnished by the funky odor of foot. Why couldn't she just keep herself cleansed regularly? I understand her workouts and classes take up much of that busy schedule, but for goodness sake! Hygiene should be number one priority!

I personally took great pride in keeping myself tidy and looking fresh, and now I’m practically drowning in paw sweat and grime that stuck to the short brown fur like glue! Sure, this wasn’t the end of the world, considering my life could end with a simple flex of a toe, but anger rose once more in my chest of how she is treating me! We could be doing this when I was big again, but she chooses to do this now? This power trip of hers is going to get actually dangerous soon. It must be stopped soon, sureley?

My hands and arms were keeping an even pace of rubbing and rolling the smooth sole, until they started to get sore. It was just another reminder of how much I loathed my meek rabbit features, nearly powerless arms, long sensitive ears, and general height problems with other species. But now they might actually get me in trouble with “Ms. Authority” above. A quick head peak through the valley of toes confirmed my suspicions.

Her watchful, judging eyes made contact with mine and I had to dart away from that gaze. From the glance I got, those brows furrowed in anger, but that joyful smile remained. She truly was loving every second of this. Whether it was my massaging that pleased her, or this power dynamic, too hard to say for sure. Only one thing was certain: I’m getting exhausted from this constant circular motion. My arms felt like lead and stung.

The sweat beaded upon my forehead and slinked down my frame, while my forearms ache in radiating soreness. I officially gave up and let my slender arms fall to their sides. Panting like a dog for any rest or respite. I was defeated. And made eye contact with the canine and yelled up to her through gasping breaths.

“No. more!.. I did my best, but they’re just too big,” I whined. Her one eyebrow raised in a pondering manner and she leaned downwards to get a good look at me.

“Hmmmm. You were serviceable… But I think your talents could be used elsewhere, wouldn't you agree?” This couldn’t be good. Those words were demeaning and she tapped the side of her cheek. “Now kiss it”.

“W-What?”I couldn’t process this information, so staring back at the deadpan expression was the only response.

“Excuse me?” I asked, still pinned under this sweaty paw. I shifted uncomfortably knowing my words could piss off the goddess at any moment. She shot a scornful look downwards and threw up her hands in annoyance.

“You heard me correctly. Give these tired soles a smooch”, she claimed. Another chore for me to do? Or was she messing with me? A long stare into those green eyes did nothing. They had no remorse nor did they try to break contact. I face this dripping and sweat stained sole in front of me. Its funky odor was already insulting to the nostrils, so the thought of kissing it was beyond repulsive.

“N-N-NO!” I angrily shouted up to her, trying to be intimidating, and attempted to wiggle myself free from the pin down of paw much to her amusement. She let out a boisterous chuckle at these pathetic struggles, probably felt like nothing but a pebble under her squishy paw.

“That's too bad. Would be a shame if something bad were to happen to you for being insolent”, she warned and barred those pearly fangs in a devilish smile. They shined heavily and sparkled before dripping with saliva and disappearing behind that bitchy grin. Then her foot started to push back downwards, crushing me in the process. I tried everything to try and stop its descent, but it was hopeless. She was teasing, and something that could be waited out easily if normal sized. But that musk of perspiration and its growing control over my cock was making it harder to breathe and focus my thoughts. Intrusive ones of being jerked off and shoved deeper into her feet were taking control. The only thing shaking me back awake was that filthy pink bean. I toss my head to the side to avoid its grime. “No no, let it happen”, she retaliated.

“Winona! Please stop!” I whimper loudly and high pitched. It was an attempt to reach out to my friend. She only shakes that head of hers side to side in a disappointing manner that unkempt, untied hair flicking back and forth before a clump laid in front of her eyes.

“Tsk tsk. Could still be avoided if you just give it a smooch”, she said. There really was no other way out of this. I was gonna have to embrace my crush’s sweaty paw pad just to stop an untimely death. Swallowing any pride and hoping my belly was made of iron: I pucker my lips and plant a quick kiss upon the pinkish sole.

Completing this action, granted me a taste of the funky sweat. It was a thick and spicy concoction and sat like a film on my petite lips. Its sickening form burned my throat, staining and sticking inside the interior of my mouth like acid. Repulsive and downright horrid, my form desperately gagged and coughed out the foul liquid as it made its way out my nose in desperation for any escape. There was more audible laughter from Winona above, letting me know that this was just entertainment for her. I grit my teeth in anger of being humiliated in such a perverse way.

“A-Are you happy now?!” I scream bitterly up at her through the toe gap. There was high tension in the air, but nothing shook that smirk from her snout. She clearly reveled in the fact that this made me uncomfortable. And that nagging unbelievable feeling of still in denial of this new behavior from the canine had my brain hurting. Maybe she has always been like this? I was just too infatuated with her divine beauty to notice it before. It's too late to worry about this right here, as I peered up to the disapproving goddess.

“You call that a kiss?” She scoffed, throwing her head back in a huge fit of laughter. Ugh, that humiliating giggle was making me red under all this light brown fur of mine. It was deep and guttural, from her belly. And obnoxiously loud. She finishes one last chortle before returning to form. “You can do better, surely. Go ahead and give it a nice long smooch”, she added. I gritted my teeth, ferocity rising inside my chest waiting to be unleashed. I was right on the edge and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Fuck off!” I instantly bit back at her. Screeching until my throat went hoarse. She seemed unphased and started to apply more pressure on that paw of hers. I scream out in panic, wanting to escape from this smelly entrapment more than anything.

Then all at once, she lifted the sticky paw off of my figure, causing me to cough and gag out the foul air that had gathered there. It peeled off me, but nothing could shake that odor that was sticking to my fur and wouldn’t let go. But this was no distraction as I saw the chance to get away! I desperately crawled away, in any direction from under the desk, when her other paw swooped in suddenly. Its large form  and toes kick me like lint. I tussled through the air and landed on my back, just managing to slide to a halt against the smooth grain of wood. As I lay there exhausted, it was no shock when she hovered the paw above my frame and quickly launched it downwards, grinding me into the ground.

Its radiating heat and crushing into the ground was immense, like a thousand weighted blankets being pressed against me. There was no way to let out a scream of pain or fear as I quickly learned earlier: it was the fastest way to get a free mouthwash of sweat. So muffled grunts under the squishy mound and attempting to catch any free air down here on the floor was the only option for survival.

I was grinded back and forth into the hardwood below and then rolled back and forth. Forced to ragdoll across the ceiling of fuzzy stompers. The constant rotation between the toes was sickening and many times I held back my puke from the constant shifting gravity. “When will this nightmare end!?” I cry internally.

I've been lingering on this question since she discovered me a while ago. Thought this newfound information of my tiny form would be good, and she’d be more than helpful in getting me back to normal. But nothing has been “normal” since my forceful abduction, unwilling shoving into a mound of breasts and now a paw slave. It was a never ending gauntlet of mockery and teasing by this wolf. Her mean streak is now more of a bully than playful. Or perhaps this was what she enjoyed? That girl never was fair during our videogame sessions. Constantly used her feet to block out my vision if I was in the lead… Oh jeez, how could I not see it before?! No use in thinking about it now though, I must escape.

Then those paws rolled me over on my back and retracted, as if letting me finally get a break in this one way fight that was my “punishment”. I needed this more than anything and took the time to stumble to my feet. Not to run, though. Knew better than to try and make a break for it with the warden keeping a watchful eye above. So rising, I stood up straight and witnessed her toe gap lowering between me. Flinching slightly and cowering before realizing that I fit perfectly in between them. Looking up in confusion before they scrunched together, gripping me between the muscular toe walls and pinning my arms to their side before being lifted off the ground. No use in arguing and just let it happen.

My legs dangled below, levitating above the cold floor. The only thing to do was watch the goddess as she contemplated her next move. She pursed those lips in a sad, disapproving frown.

“You are beyond disappointing. Can’t even kiss a girl's foot correctly! Starting to rethink your position as my paw slave”, she stated like a mother would coddle a child who did wrong. I struggled even more after hearing that.

“I’m not your slave! And I certainly won’t be kissing your disgusting toes.” I snap impatiently at her. At this point the vice got tighter and squeezed the air out from my lungs. She threw back her head in a fit of laughter that rivaled even some of the scariest villains from movies. This lasted only a short moment before her eyes focused inwardly, with malicious intent.

“We're way past that, bunny,” She started, before flexing her toes in the process that had worried me. “No more kissing. Now you're going to lick. Get started”. Winona finished and waited for me to get started. One look at the valley of grime and its stank odor had me do a double take. I once again rebel. I will not be treated like some little rag!

“I’ll do no such thing!” I scream up at her. The wolf is unphased and strengthens the grip in those tree trunk sized digits, causing me to cough out the air sitting in my chest. This was the hardest pressure she has ever produced, it was as if a boa constrictor was trying to kill me. But replace the slithering creature with foul, femenine smelling paw pads. A look into those green orbs of hers told me all, she truly was loving this torture, as if drunk on the pain I endured. It was terrifying when she said with calm intent:

“Don’t look so good down there, hm? You better start soon or I’ll pop that little head like a grape”, she threatened. This couldn’t be the wolf I knew, she is fibbing, surely. But those toes would not let go, no matter how much I thrashed and wiggled my dangling legs.

I could practically feel my eyeballs squeeze out of my head, the blood flooding to my head, and cheeks growing warm from the squeezing of fluffy toes. The heat was immeasurable and sweat had gathered in a pool in between the small gap of paws, sinking and sticking to fur of crimson red in little white orbs. Only one thing could save me now, and I whined and whimpered, preparing. I closed my eyes and hardened my stomach for it. I’ll never hear the end of it, but it must be done.

I launched my small tongue out of my mouth to strike her drenched fur, and began to lap up and down like a window cleaner. There was an immediate release in pressure from the canine as those toes seemingly relaxed and a slight audible moan was heard through the thick paw walls. She liked this more than originally thought. I, however, was not enjoying a single second of this makeshift cleaning session.

The thick musk and odor instantly filled my mouth with each drop and miniscule grain of sweat that was consumed. There was no other choice but to let that spicy liquid sweat fill my cheeks and swallow it. Guzzling each load down because my life depended on it. My eyes were stinging from its pungency as it forced its way down my throat. This was horribly disgusting, but better than being strangled. So I picked up the pace, trying to ignore the slight tingle from my penis below. “Stop it”, I think to myself down at my cock. Why does the back of my brain think it's okay to pop a boner now? Nothing in my immediate thought would warrant this, other than the scent of feminine paws. It was sweet and sour all at once, like rotten roses. Tainted by a heavy scent of perfume that wrapped itself around my tiny nostrils and tangled my thoughts.

“Well done”, The titanic wolf reassures from above. “You get a reward now”, she teased. I didn't like the sound of that. Her now sadistic tendencies are a clear warning that whatever my ”reward” was. It wasn’t going to be for me.

I laid on my back, stuck between two toes until a hand came down and plucked me by the scruff carrying me upwards and out from under the dark desk. My eyes instantly readjusting to the bright light above. I was whisked skyward and promptly stopped in front of her belly where I quickly took in my surroundings.

She was sitting in her cushy black desk chair, those red thighs were squished together tightly, the fat gathering and rolled over like pillow fields. I tried to pry my eyes, but there was no way to look away as the valley of long legs trailed to where they met. The black track shorts she sported were practically swallowed by her ample ass. How I used to lay my weary head upon that lap was now an instant death for the tiny bunny in her grip. An audible gulp of fear escaped my throat as the horrific memory that I survived a trip in her panties, and managed to tell the tale flooded back through my mind all too vividly.

“Hey, little guy. Eyes up here”, the booming feminie voice from above said. I couldn’t help but sulk my eyes in exhaustion as my gaze trailed up the gray tank top and past the mountainous breasts to see the beaming maw of Winona. She once again licked those large lips of hers, letting that tongue curve over every canine tooth that stuck out. It was enough to give anyone nightmares. She used a free paw hand to push the falling hair out from her face. Its golden brown hue shined briefly before falling behind her back, out of sight, out of mind. “Awh, didn't enjoy your little session with my tootsies, huh?” She teased in a slight baby voice that angered me more and caused my eyes to droop more. I spit small fibers of her paw hair out my mouth in disgust.

“No. You fucking bitch! Clean your paws yourself!” I bite at her. This caused that grin to fade slightly and her head to shake side to side in a disapproving motion.

“Oh please, you were in my panties earlier. Some slightly dirty paws should mean nothing to you now”, she said. Then the gripping hand swayed me back and forth in a mocking form. It made my stomach churn once more, and distressed me. “I’m gonna ignore your callous comment and give you the reward anyways”, She claimed.

With a single release of those two digits from my short scruff, I plummeted downwards and crashed upon a mahogany furred thigh with a subtle bounce. Wasting no time trying to grip as much of the hairy fibers as possible so as not to fall in between the ravine of legs. Managing to have a good foothold on the top of her right thigh and facing her, I made no attempt to stand, doing so would be a fall down below for sure. Her sudden and slight giggling fit shook some of the leg and caused me to hold on tighter. This was my reward? To be placed upon her thighs and chuckled at? No, too simple. Especially for her.

“I know you're always looking for a way in here. So for your prize...”, she trailed off and then abruptly spread her legs apart causing me to lose my grasp of hair and slip down the slope of her thigh. It was way too smooth to find a holding and desperately trying to claw upwards was no help. I crashed down onto the warm black cloth of the chair which promptly knocked the wind out from me. The mattress of padding below me emanated warmth from her sitting, and a slight pungent sweet smell wafted through the air.

Upon closer investigation of looking around, the stench was that of her gigantic, short cladded crotch which lay just a few feet from my position. A huge cameltoe greeted my form from the way too tight running shorts she wore. She always tried to squeeze into clothing. She was too big for. And now, I could only imagine the wedgie that was stuck in the back from riding up her buttcrack. What shook me from that thought was the sight of the outline of the clit, you could practically see the heat rays coming off it, like a mirage in a dessert. There was an involuntary shudder as I lay there, dreading being anywhere close to that behemoth caged behind those fibers of black stitching. Then a shadow flew overhead and my eyes lowered: I should have known this was coming next.

Her paw came from behind me and scooped me into it. Its monolithic pads cupped me and slid across the short field of the plush desk chair before slamming my figure straight into the crotch, nose first. My spread eagle pose splayed out across the fabric as much as possible. I heaved a mighty sigh from my mouth as the digits forced me against the damp black shorts.

There was a slight sweet scent of freshly cleaned laundry, but it was faint as my nose was jammed against those concealed lips. Nothing could stop the overwhelming stench of cunt was seeping through the crotch of these shorts. Its pungent and harsh odor ruined what would be considered “freshly clean” and instead replaced it with a sour smell of wolf pussy.

I tried to reel my head back in a desperate attempt to separate myself from the beast within, but was forcefully pushed back into its subtle folds peeking out. That fat from her cunt creating an outline of her nethers was horrifying at my size. And the pressure from the heavy digits of Winona was squishing my face into it. The teeth in my skull gritted from the though of being crushed against the sopping sex once more.

She then started to move her paw up and down, rubbing me against the silky cloth of crotch with an even and smooth pacing. I braced as the gliding and sliding was causing tension in my groin. It tried to anchor itself into the fabric with its meek torque, causing nothing but friction and more pleasure to emulate all over my body, sending chills up the spine. I groan in exhaustion, from both my penis and this routine. The horniness from below was strong, and an urge to huff the shorts reared. The only thing stopping me was being physically and emotionally drained. It wasn’t my choice to be like this!

This was getting old, the constant teasing of being jammed back and forth between musky prisons of the female wolf physique. It had no end, as long as Winona was pleased, she clearly cared less how I felt about it. There was an audible moan escaping her lips above and the cloth quickly became more slick, damp even as the smell of sex made its way up my miniscule nostrils. This caused her to push my frame harder into the sopping cunt, causing my arms to try and push off from the pain of being smushed. I let out an audible scream of annoyance.

“EnoughMMmffm!”I tried to plead with the goddess above me, but it came out all muffled due to the mashing of snout against the cloth of shorts. All at once, she dropped the pressure and let my figure crash back down onto the warm pad of the desk chair. I rolled over and sat on my haunches to gather myself. Trying desperately to wipe the stench of vagina off my fur, but it was no use. Craning my neck up to see the wolf’s disappointing eyes at me. She looked bored, as if to say “Wow, my new toy broke already?”. It angered me to no end and I shot a scornful look upwards as she finally spoke.

“Awwhhh, little bunny didn’t enjoy his prize? Well I enjoyed it.” She snickered with a slight moan in her voice and pouty lips that did nothing but taint my already shattered ego. This brat was getting on my last nerves. Something I was used to at this point, being good friends with her and all. But this new perspective made it more humiliating for sure. What I wouldn’t give for my full size back to push her off balance, if even for a slight stumble. I would ram my entire 4 foot body into her, just to spite her. Something that wasn’t possible now.

Gazing up at the goddess from my crotch positioning was hard, those titanic breasts kept blocking out the rest of her features as I lay with my back to the chair. I rested in between the titanic valley of mahogany thighs. “Uh ohhhhh”, she said solemnly. Was this a real threat or… It didn’t take long to notice that the walls were slowly coming together. The smooth red fur sliding across the soft fabric chair. Oh no...

I launched to my feet and attempted to climb out, not wanting to be trapped between the cliffs. Clawing desperately at the silky tufts of fur for any footholds.  My eyes were stricken with fear and my nose twitched incessantly. The feeble attempts to climb up the silky legs were not working, it was too smooth!

“No, no, no. Please! Not like this!” My pleas were clearly being ignored as the furred wall behind me clashed into my back and pushed my frame into the other one. The heat was getting intense and the hyena-like laugh from above did nothing to boost my confidence in surviving this eventual crushing. The pressure was immense from the squishy thigh as it started to bury me in its folds. Closing and fatty pockets starting to crush my head, I let out one more scream before the giant cliffs pressed together firmly, sealing me inside.

The warmth here was quite comfortable, surprisingly. But it was nothing compared to the pressure. It was beyond intense and neither my arms or legs could be pried from their pinned position. The fat rolls I onced worshiped would soon be my tomb if I could not escape soon! The air was nothing but fibrous hairs and breathing it in was met with choking as it filled my mouth. I wiggled and kicked with all the might that this would be over soon. My short prayers above must have been heard, because the legs unclenched and freed me from my squishy hell. I rolled and coughed out for fresh air once more, spitting out the hair that gathered in my mouth. Ugh! It was like eating a carpet. I barely had time to understand my surroundings before the walls clasped together again quickly, giving a giant CRACK as they clasped together.

Then they released once more, dropping me again. And then she slammed them back together, over and over. She was simply closing and opening her thighs, but to me it was another gauntlet of struggling to survive this world ending event.

“Winona! Sto-”, Was all I could get out as her fatty legs closed and jiggled. The cacophony of giggling and absolute happiness from above was making me seething mad. I wanna get back at her so bad for toying with me like this, but not much could be done as the ‘one-inch-wonder’. This constant smashing was starting to blur my vision, and the fear of passing out was becoming more of a possibility again. One more squishy round thighs bounced against another until I stumbled backwards and promptly fell down face up. She stopped the repetitive motion at once, as if noticing my struggle below. The disorienting, spinning had me gaze up at the titan’s breast, desperately looking for an anchor to rack my vision, like having too much to drink.

All I received was a boisterous giggle session from Winona. Looking up, seeing the jiggling, mountainous breasts cover her face as her gigantic chest heaved from her breathing. No way to see her face from my angle, but I knew she sported a cocky smile with those fits of laughter. I groaned in pain and using whatever energy left in me, stuck up a middle paw digit upwards.

“Oh boy”, she teased. “More bratty behavior. Tsk tsk. This will be met with a longer session between these skull crushers'”, she slapped her thighs with a satisfying crack and once more, slowly started to close the gap. I could not move from the exhaustion of being kneaded and smacked, so I just forced myself into a comfortable position. It was just about the only real thing I could control and that pent up anger built up in me once more.

"WINONA-MFfff!" Was all that left my mouth before it was instantly filled with fatty red thighs. It squashed me up and down as she rubbed her legs together in a circular motion. It was so difficult to think in between the cliffs. Even more so as trying to breathe and the constant moaning and vibration from her voice was distracting. It was so… Hot, truth be told and  stimulating my cock as it meekly attempted to spread the cavern, blood pumping through the shaft, trying to roar to life. If only I was back to normal size, I cursed to myself. Many times did I wish for my small head to be placed between those muscular and yet pudgy thighs. To be shoved and crushed between them was now a death sentence. This was horrific, not being able to escape, and the air down here was growing tight from the constant shifting terrain. Opening my mouth to scream was met with it being filled with the fatty thigh flesh. It occupied every space of my cheeks, and no amount of effort to expunge it would pry it forth. It started to choke me and the real fear of suffocation surged. No! I can’t- wont let her treat me like this. Running out of options and relying on prying from these cliffs was all but useless. I think of one option that could get her attention. A desperate and visceral attempt.

I willingly opened my cheeks to let in as much of the leg as possible before forcing my jaws to close around the furry flesh. My small bucked teeth dug deep into the thigh as it left an imprint in the ample fur. There was a slight tremble and shudder from the titan and those legs quickly parted with a screeching yelp from Winona. My frame was instantly released down upon the dark fabric of the chair and tumbled around, landing on my chest. I layed there in slight pain from the crush session, but a grin could not be shaken from my face. Got her! There is an animalistic, rolling growl from above, and I tried to contain my smile to avoid further angering the goddess.

“Ouch!.. Di-Did you just bite me?!” She quickly inspected and rubbed the spot where a clear tooth mark layed. I simply keep my head down, not out of shame but to hide my cocky smirk. This was a victory in my eyes. “You nipped me!” She screamed as I kept my gaze down and laughed slightly at her surprise. “How DARE YOU!”

I went to rear my head back in boisterous laughter, to mimic the same one she does, when a bulldozer of a paw slaps me forwards, stopping any plans and knocking out any bravery in me. It sent me flying towards the wolf crotch again before it launched upwards, much to my surprise. I was left to tumble down into the divet that her gigantic buttocks had made.

The heat from the previous owner still emanated and I finally slid into the crater of the arm chair before finally stopping at the epicenter and lying face down. The fabric was stained with slight sweat and smelled of pungent asscrack. That stinging sensation that made my ears stand up and flick in its sweet, yet foul form. It was so disgusting that I forced myself to roll onto my back and closed my eyes for a moment. Trying to suck in fresh air once more before opening my ovals once more to see something large and rounded, considering where I was. There lied before me, the gargantuan butt of Winona.

Her face peaked through the large thigh gaps as she bent downwards. Those emerald eyes, furrowing in pleasure as the immense heat gathers around me. And those tight shorts confirmed my earlier fears: A giant wedgie, that singular piece of cloth jammed right in the valley. Covering absolutely nothing and pushed deeply into her asscrack. Those fibers stretched, and prodded to get out from them, but it was no use. It was like a deep abyss that never ended and my loins ached in lust.

Her black shorts were hovering over my miniscule frame and threatened to be released upon me, like a predator stalking its prey. Looking at the darker cloth of sweat that had gathered there was the scariest sight I had ever seen. It was as if a pool had spilled in those pants, and they were to be dropped upon my miniscule frame. My eyes widened even more as she thumbed the wedgie bunch in her crack. Hooking her claws into the tight band and pulling it forth, freeing and revealing more of the sweat stained shorts. There was nowhere to go as she stated demands:

“You have been insubordinate.” She wiggled that big booty back and forth to taunt me, her tail wagging furiously in enjoyment causing slight wind to coarse through my fur from the fervent movement. It had not mattered, I could not pry my eyes from the globes as they crashed into one another from the back and forth movement. They made small thud sounds as they clapped. “Now, deep breath you dumb bunny!” She spit through her legs, with venom in her voice. My eyes now went wide in terror as those monolithic buttocks descended upon me. The cheeks spread forward and the cloth once more found its home, jamming right back up into her ass crack from the bent posterior.

All at once did the world become black from the gargantuan wolf’s butt laid upon me. The cheek plastered me down into the chair, face up, its magnificent warmth radiating across my short fur made this feel like a fiery furnace. In comparison: the paw was heavy like a mattress, but her toned glutes were like concrete whenever she flexed, mixed with some sort of soft sensation from the shorts as the cloth tried desperately to pad out the weight of ass.

Any attempt to wiggle out was met instantly with failure. Ugh! This was beyond more horrendous than being stepped on. Those rounded cliffs showed no mercy as its fatty folds were stretching the pants, stuffing itself into the frame and pulling the fibers apart, hard. Letting out a scream for help did nothing, like screaming into a pillow. But humongous and extremely hot. I even got a taste of the horrible sweat that had pooled there as it dripped down, coating my face in its wretched form. It burned my mouth and stained my lungs with its heavy pungency. There was no way to get it out, and I gagged under the butt. Despertalty spitting the foul liquid back into the black tarp. Being immobilized, sputtering and fidgeting were my only chances of escape. But this proved ridiculously useless, and she must have known it from the slight wiggle she returned in response. Anchoring herself to the divet that fat ass made before I rolled into it.

Then suddenly, a large vibration of giggles confirmed her immense enjoyment as it shook the butt confinement back and forth like a subtle tremor of an earthquake. I couldn’t help but groan, both from the pain and the forceful squishing of my face into the fatty cheek. Not to mention the pungent odor that now filled the small pocket of foul air around me. It made me cough and caused my eyes to water, like a rotting onion left in the sun. And just when I thought this couldn’t possibly get any worse: It did.

There was a sudden pushing movement as my body was rolled and juggled against the squishy ass cheek. I yelled with all the air in my lungs as the wolf butt grinded me left to right in a sweeping motion. Being kneaded between each cheek like bread dough till I fell out of the repetitive loop and rested in the divet her gargantuan mountains made. Right under her asscrack. A small pocket, created by the buttcrack’s empty space.

The smell here was a cruel reminder of my last trip here. Although this time I had a lot more drenched perspiration to deal with. A spicy scent that entered my nostrils, causing it to wrinkle from its odor. I began to claw at the cavern in front of me to escape. I was becoming desperate, this was the worst of it. Its damp stench violated my senses and gagging it out was nothing but futile, it was instantly refilled with each breath taken back. The heat of her puckering anus could be felt and seen through the too tight clothing.

“Let me out!” I banged and screamed into the fabric, much to the pleasure of her. Any twitch and subtle movement she made was cataclysmic to the one inch bunny, the rolling of the crack threatening to gobble me up with one simple flex of her ass muscles.

“Come on!!!” Pleading with tears in my eyes. This was to be the death of me soon, pushing my poor body to its limit, I just laid there in this drenched hell hole, waiting for anything to happen. I can not lie and Truth be told: there were many days I wished to jam my face between these doughy buttocks, but now? I want nothing to do with them, especially at this size. Their vast expanse knew no bounds and nothing could stop the wedgie that formed from the fibers being slammed up in her tight valley… Come to think of it? Screw Winona! I’m glad that bite injured her, regardless of my punishment now. Take that, “Goddess”! It was a short lived memory of victory though.

My eyes were getting heavy, the lack air down here was growing thin and I knew that I might suffocate under the butt of a wolf girl. What was the point of fighting? That's what she wanted, to be pleased from my suffering, that much was obvious. Gone was the love and admiration of being with her, it's been replaced with annoyance and frustration and a moniker of lust. I was nothing but a pet to her now, to be prodded and poked at or even worse: Her toy. So I laid there, given up. That was, until light flooded in and cool air followed suit. I gasped and gagged as the titanic ass lifted off the chair, leaving me lying face up as the rump ascended and bent upwards. The tight bum correcting itself in her posture.

“Have you given up on pleasing me?” Winona’s annoyed voice called down to my beated and drenched frame. My eyes quickly adjusted to the lamp light atop the desk as the titanic wolfess turned around, folding those slender arms of hers on her hips, matter of factly. Trailing upwards and past those ample hips, I could clearly make out the squinting pupils, judgingly so, and frown placed upon her snout as she gazed dowarnds at my shriveled form. I was compressed for so long, it was weird to suck in fresh oxygen through my lungs once more. A gift that was not going to go to waste as she restated. “What were you doing down there, hmm?” “Or lack thereof”.

“B-Being buried under your ass!” puffing my cheeks in disbelief at such a daff question. “You cunt!” I added, spitting that horrid word out after huffing in a mighty breath. It stung my mouth, and it was like venom to her, that brow furrowed in righteous fury. She shifted her haunches and tails swayed impatiently, as if it could slice through metal with a single whip.

“How dare you speak to your mistress like that!” She stated this matter of factly. My face contorts to her language, “Mistress?” Great, just what I needed, more power trip fantasies from the already inflated ego. As if her giant fuzzy head wasn't big enough already, now we are using name calling? What a pain this was. I huffed and puffed my cheeks up at her, just desperately clinging to consciousness as I asked.

“What-What do you want from me?” It was breathy and slightly moany. The cause of this was none other than my loins. So maybe the teasing and taunting was getting to me. Can’t blame me for that, regardless of size, she was as gorgeous as ever... It twitched below, begging to be rubbed out and release the tight pressure from pouting and domineering tone. It angered me to no end that deep down I still had it for this wolf.

Winona looked down, maybe even pondering the question I had asked. She placed a paw on her chin and tapped it with a single manicured claw. Those eyes and tail swayed back and forth in rhythm with one another as she spoke.

“Nothing, I thought we were having fun. You're not enjoying yourself?” She pouted, those pert lips pursed together in a sad face and traced a claw down from her eye, a faux tear. She sniffled the air, as if it made her really upset. Until a cocky smile crept upon her face giving up act and the wolf giggled into a cacophony of laughter

“This is like the opposite of what I would call fun” I remained puffing up my cheeks at her, furrowing my miniscule brow. To which she sniffed in the air with one nostril, pointing her snout towards the sky.

“Hmm, that's not what your puny little penis says” She cooed down, to which I covered myself immediately. My cheeks burned from embarrassment and folded my legs to hide it. “And let's not forget about this…” She quickly disappeared behind the chair. Where was she going? It was unclear from the building size backing of the plush chair. She was fidgeting with something before returning with a blue garment dangling in her open paw and a smile that had an evil hubris lying behind it. I instantly recognized it and my cheeks grew hotter, blood flushing into my cheeks.

“W-Winona, that's my-”

“Your underwear, I know”. She wasted no more words  speaking and bunched it up before jamming it against her black snout. Breathing it in with a  long huff before breathing outwards, exhaling. It made my cock below tug incessantly. How she knew to pull the exact strings of my dumb brain, with that constant making fun of my minuscule frame and insignificant height. But what was more alarming was her eyes. “Mmmmm, still fresh with the scent of you and… Something else?” She said, pondering and holding the garment to her face once more and giving loud, audible huffs. Oh no…

“It's nothing. A new cologne…” I lied, looking anywhere but at her as she flipped the briefs inside out and those green eyes went wide and she giggled, showing me the mess I made prior to my shrinking.

“Oh nothing, huh? What's all this white stuff then? You might be a rabbit, but you're a horny dog at heart!” She teased and dangled the garment over my frame, spinning it with her claw. The smell of my nether region was strong, with a hint of the musky scent of masculine rabbit and soap I had used prior. How it angered me. My hotheadedness bubbling to the surface , I could no longer stand the teasing no more and rushed to my feet, yelling upwards, hopping mad.

“Enough! You made your point!” My cheeks must have been red since all she did was huff and place those slender arms on her hips, a commandeering stance as she sneered.

“Oh I’m sure I did, but just in case, take a look at yourself!” She claimed and opened the leg hole of the brief before dropping them upon me. I did nothing but scream as they folded in on itself and were pinned under the heavy tent of cloth, going right through the right leg hole.

It smelled so heavily of cologne, one would think they were in a body soap shop. I shouldn’t have put so much on… It filled my lungs and I desperately tried to cough out the scent. It actually wasn’t too terrible, it was my underwear after all. But the pungent aroma of my crotch was everywhere and as I felt around for an exit, my hand hit the sticky and cool substance she was talking about. Nearly dried now, but still slinky and moist.

“Eughh” I shivered in disgust at its pungent slime slinked down my arm and into the fur. It became ridged easily as its once wet form dried. I wipe it off on my thigh and continue crawling, as a titanic laugh from above rings out in my head. Something that forced my lips into a mighty frown. Bitch is probably having so much fun watching a tiny lump slink through the blue cloth, I curse to myself.

“A little boy can’t find his way out of his own underwear?”  She started to openly taunt once more before I spotted light at the end of this hellish tunnel. There it was, the promise of day with sun and escape, right within reach! I could smell the cool air tickling my small nose as the prospect of freedom was so close before the giggling fit of the goddess above started again. “No, no, no. It can’t be that easy!”

There was no time to ponder what she meant before the cave’s opening of blue shut with a slam of an outside paw, causing me to scream in terror and shift in the infiinte darkenss of briefs. “L-Lemme out of here!” My throat cried out in desperation as the musk of my pants started to cloud and flood my nostrils before my whole world shifted. Loss of gravity had me tumble for any anchor to grab as I fell wherever she was moving this prison before I hit solid ground with a pillowy THUD.

My eyes racked their vision and opened once more to the blinding light of the outside world, slowly. It seems I was knocked out of the leg hole and lay once more in the crotch section, face down in a sticky white substance. “Fucking awesome”, I groaned out and try to rush to my feet, but alas, could not from fear of what could happen next. Lest I wanna anger the goddess who now blocked out the artificial light from above. I roll over and stare up at the building sized wolf. My eyes trailed up until they spotted something familiar, now in its dripping, almost soaked form: Her vagina. Those pink lips looked hungry and that well trimmed pubic area was a smooth red that matched her fur.

“How is the view down there?” Her eyes barely peered over those mountainous breasts as her naked form greeted me from above, like a statue dedicated to the gods. It shook me from my trance. Those arms folded behind her in a cute manner. How my cock decided to twitch to life was beyond me, it stood on end, like a tower in awe of her. My mind inside screamed for danger, but how the monster between my legs begged to be buried between those fatty folds of wet pussy and lap at it like a dog would a water bowl. I licked my lips and questioned her.

“Your panties?! W-Where!?” I trembled in fear as she produced the pink, lacey thong, twirling it in one clawed finger, they looked slightly used and that grin did nothing but send a chill up my spine. The horrific thought of being in those again or god forbid, the hamper again was enough to give anybody nightmares.

“I should really blame you for this, Ben.” She starts before giving them a deep sniff, pushing the pink garment into her nose. “You made me ruin them with your feet worship, and I need a new pair” Her eyes locked with mine and I backed up in the crotch section, afraid of what was coming next and swallowing whatever was in my mouth.

“I don’t understand-”

“Don’t say another word. You're laying in the perfect pair!” She squealed with delight and lifted her paw up. I flinched immediately covering my eyes and cowering in the cloth prison before it found itself slamming just to the side, followed by the second. Those columns of red fur still stunk of foot funk and I had to cover my nose to avoid its putrid aroma before seeing the sight of a looming wolf girl as she bent over, her breasts threatening to slip over the way too short tank top…. Oh no…

“You're crazy!” I fumble to get to my feet as she grips the waistband and starts sliding the blue briefs up her muscular legs. It was like being in an elevator as my tummy lurched side to side and I rolled and slid around in the crotch section from the shift in weight. This makeshift hammock of blue was to be my new home if I could not get out! Nothing could stop her chuckling and that devilish smile.

“They are a little small, but I think they will fit… Right cutie?” She seemingly purred those words as I passed her thighs and laid on my back in fear as those parted lips, dripping with her scent, got closer and closer. Each second passed like an eternity and throwing my hands out before it all stopped at once. My once little hammock became taught and a slope formed. As if someone hit the breaks and the tension caused my body to tumble. Head over legs across the makeshift tarp of bunny briefs before resting in the middle. Above me was a giant puckering anus and fatty folds of wolf vangina. Two adventures I wish to not venture any further than here.

Nothing could stop the grunts and struggling noises of the girl from above, her cursing made me smile a bit as I yelled out to her, giggling myself. “Having trouble, you dumb wolf!” I snicker to myself before she stopped tugging upwards and it went deathly silent. Before long, two tree trunk fingers gripped my scruff and pulled me backwards. I fought and tried punching the claws, but they would not let go. They planted me into the crotch section where I was wedged between fatty folds of wolf crotch and my own blue underwear.

“Dumb wolf?” She mocked down with something deep in her eyes. “Big mistake.” There was no other reaction other than the gripping of the waistband and grunting of her as it slowly slid upwards, me along with it.

“Wait, no, no, no!” I cry out and roll over to climb out, clawing with each paw flying in front of the other in a desperate attempt to escape. Nothing could stop the  deafening sounds of stitches popping and threads ripping as she struggles to pull up the makeshift panties past her ample ass as it threatened to give way before… SLAM! One final tug was apparently all she needed to get the already outsized boy briefs past those supple hips.

My back crashed into the juicy folds with a splat as the squishiness of fat absorbed most of the impact. The cotton blue crotch section was pulled taught and smeared into my face, forcing me to breathe a sweet mixture of her own horny musk and my own scent as those legs of hers moved left to right in an effort to get comfy. The pussy behind me sweltering and dripping my short, brown fur in its sweaty, pungent aroma of wolf cunt. If they were tight on me before, they were straining under the pressure her ample and larger body had as she hummed and huffed.

“Oh jeez, you might have to cut me out of these when we are done!” She sounded like she jested, but it was hard to tell. They were so tight, you could see the light through the dark stitching. I was pulled against those lips of hers harshly and sinked in like a quicksand, my ears folding into the wet and slick vagina, cutting off the sound until it was like being stuck underwater. The muffled sounds of rushing blood and her maniacal giggles as she purred were deafening and I gripped at the tarp of navy blue in front of me, trying to anchor some sort of comfy position within this entrapment. Screaming as I pulled myself out of the folds and rested as the sudden plop out of her clit made a sloshing noise.

“Winona! You let me out of you- er- MY underwear this instant!” Those defiant tiny shouts being yelled into the thick fabric were met with nothing but a shaking of her hips, sending me back and forth as she teased.

“And why would I do that?” The wolf sneered, most likely downwards at her own crotch at the little boy trapped within her writhing loins. As I struggled inside the makeshift brick oven her cunt created. “Not like it matters. I honestly don’t think I can let you out… These are so tight! Feels good though, like a new thong for me!” She squealed with glee in her high pitched tone that let me know that she wasn't going to change her mind anytime soon. I was just to endure it, like everything else that came before. A good little ‘pet’ for her, to be prodded and coddled.

My new prison tilted and shifted as I was rubbed back and forth from her walking motions, groaning from the strain the entire time as her legs juggled back and forth in their fatty forms. She had the muscles from exercising, sure. But they were also always large and huge. Winona never truly watched what she ate, that was the prime suspect for such large thighs.

“Gotta break em in before I start up my chore session again!” Chores?! Again?! No no no! But it was of no use. Soon, loud blaring rock music could be heard and the swaying back and forth began as she most likely began tidying up her room again. “Oh! Before I forget…” Light filtered in from above and her smiling face was that of ill intent as she pinched my torso and promptly turned me around to face her clit. That dripping form opened and closed as if it was breathing. Its pink form beaded with glistening pearls of sweaty and musky juices. I could not do anything but reel my nose in disgust. As gorgeous as her fatty folds of pussy were, that smell was overpowering. It was an overstimulation, that pungent sour that shrinks the nose, replaced easily with a sweet femenine musk and a slight aroma of her strawberry shampoo. Her sneer and cackle broke my gaze as I looked up to the towering goddess and her evil, toothy grin.  “Make sure to squirm''! Is what she said, before retracting those tree trunk digits and letting the waistband snap shut with a mighty CRACK. It sealed me back in the sauna of a makeshift wolfess panty.

The rubber waistband had inertia upon the cloth and it flung me, chest first into the wet mess once more, head first where I splattered against it. The vagina being twice my size made it, at the very least, easy for me to brace being plunged completely into its hole. I splayed out, using both my arms to hold and pry myself against the wet folds, the slick and slimy walls threatening every second to gobble up my miniscule form. It was exhausting, and many times did I have to reposition myself as the walls constantly caved in and opened. I dare not shout or cry, for doing so would grant me a mouthful of Winona’s loins. And if the smell wasn’t pleasant, I’m certain its taste would be just as awful.

Suddenly the shifting began, continual movements of left and right made my stomach lurch from shift in gravity. Oh shit, she was dancing again. And what is a silly activity for her, was now going to be a gauntlet for me. It was hot enough in this infernal hell hole already! Trapped within my own underwear right alongside a horny wolf girl’s pussy. But now the continual movement of her jiving and grooving to the beat of her own rhythm caused rolling in the underwear and caused my tummy to lurch and groan with each butt wiggle she gave. I could only imagine the shit eating grin that crept upon her face.

The constant reshifting of my arms across the slick walls of vagina was tiring and they became even more saturated as time went on. It slinked down my frame, coating me in a film of sweat and pussy juices. I was spread-eagle against a hot pussy of the girl I had a crush on, who was now squashing me with nothing but my own undies. This was terrible in every sense of the word. Sure wanted to get into her pants, but not like this! And CERTAINLY not my own!!

Sweat started to form, beading into small ovals that ran down my fur and forehead. Or was it hers? It was too difficult to tell, and it very much wasn’t a pleasant smell, between the damp and sticky walls of vagina, and sweat buildup. I would describe the scent as sour, with a hint of femnine musk that clouded my thoughts. How I wished to let myself be swallowed by her sex, if only the risk of drowning was prevented. It was no surprise to find myself slipping in keeping my body out of her dripping hole. What made it worse was the constant noise of tearing and ripping as she sauntered to her songs, probably oblivious to the state my briefs were in from her movement. They were already small on me, this was like pushing them to their limit. The stichiching was ripping and the hem was giving way, it was only a matter of time before she noticed, surely!

The struggle to not be gobbled up was becoming non-existent as my weak, and pathetic bunny arms gave way, causing my face to slam head first into the moist cave of foul smelling femenine musk. Completely being engulfed and swallowed as her walls of fur closed around, sealing me in. It was swampy inside this foul entrapment and I made the awful mistake of opening my mouth for a gasp of any air. It was met instantly with it splashing onto my tongue where it burned my mouth with its sweet taste. Like fresh basil and stinging musk. A pungent slime that coated the interior of my cheeks. Oh, how I could not help the twitching from my cock below and thrust my small hips back and forth, whining out and crying in pleasure to please her now. My mind is nothing but a horny little mess as the walls contract and a soft moan rumbles throughout the entrapment of pink muscle walls.

“Mmm, it's about time…” She purred and a protrusion in the fabric pushed on my back, rubbing the base of my spine in a circular motion. Her finger no doubt as she masturbated with me as her little panty toy.

“Mmmmmmm!” Was all I could say as those slick walls engulfed me and that finger pushed me in deeper, her pussy clenching back and forth, crushing my miniscule body. Was it humiliating? Yes. But oh was it ever so stimulating, my little dick pushing against the smooth mess of swampy lips was meek and pathetic. But I cared not and endured the pushing and prodding from the finger, its sharp pointed figure pushing me deep as the vagina started to push me out. Being stuck between a rock and a hard place, I sniff and huff in the scent as her breathing picks up and a shrill sound escapes her lips far above. Moaning. She was crying out in pleasure, those sounds fueling me even further to rub my soft paws against the slick walls as they squeeze together.

“Yes… Good b-bunny” She cooed in lustful ecstasy. While escape was on my mind, it was buried deep within as I wanted nothing but to blow my measly load into her, the fear and terror of being smashed a decent memory. This was to be a worthy death. There was a sudden and involuntary movement from my captor as she bent downwards. Her back thrusting out and causing the briefs to rip slightly. The popping seams audible and air floods in.

I was knocked from my pleasure trip as my body slid out from her damp nethers and back into the cloth of my own undies, the wind being knocked out of me as I crashed onto my back against the taught cloth. Winona, however, was in full sex mode.

Her pussy dripped and sputtered as that indented finger pushed and prodded it, missing me and now fully pleasuring herself while I watched with awe. Each breath and gasping moan grows louder. The prison grew tighter as the way too small underwear’s fibers stretched and popped as she bent further down, my whole body being slammed against the back of her  masturbating hand, covered in her juices as I yelled out in pain from the heavy pressure of being squashed.

“Winooonaa!” It was pathetic and meek, but I cried with all my might as my face was smashed against the rock hard knuckles of her hand and the cotton peeling at my back from the tension of it being pulled against and ass three times its original size. The seams struggled to keep her heavy muscles contained. They stretched and grew with each flexing, and they became pure white from the strain. Nothing could stop what followed next.

The horrid and loud sound of popping and cracking, as if a tree was tumbling over in the forest. It snapped, and crumbled under her weight, but she was oblivious to this event before a crack opened below me. The stitching was ripping and a vacuum of clean air filtered through and the light of day shined. It was crisp and clean and… Growing larger?! So big in fact, that both my legs slipped through and I desperately grasped at the strings, trying to hold myself back in. Anything could be better than falling. But it was to no avail and my head went past my legs as I tumbled backwards, out into the open world.

Falling was a sensation I was starting to get used to, still was absolutely terrifying. The feeling of your stomach going up and lurching is sickening. And it was hard to tell where I would land. My thoughts were instantly interrupted by landing on something soft and squishy, like a large couch. An upside down dome where the rim rose above me and the faint smell of her sweat lingered. The purple hue that wrapped around the rim was bright and eye-catching. It must be a discarded bra, no other way to see it. But nothing could stop me from looking up at those monolithic crimson legs as Winona bent over, rubbing her slit and moaning.

“Mmm, bunny. You feel so good in there”. She claimed. It seems the wolf has not noticed her pocket rabbit has gone missing. And with the fear of falling draining any horniness, this was now the perfect opportunity to escape! I rushed to my feet and lunged at the steep wall of the padded bra, its foamy texture and musk clouded my mind, but nothing stopped the torrent of fists and claws I tossed at it until it tipped forward. I slid down the new slope formed and tumbled over the rim, slamming face first into the hardwood floor. “Wait… A hole?” The moaning suddenly stopped and it was as if those striking green eyes pierced the back of my skull as I stumbled to my feet and dashed across the hellish landscape of dirty clothes she had missed in her cleanup efforts.

“A prisoner has escaped!” She shouts behind as I pump massive amounts of air into my lungs, diving over a sock as the ripping sounds grew shrill and I could not help but peek behind. She tore what was left of my briefs asunder. Demolishing it with those sharp claws and leaving the tattered remains to fall slowly to the ground around her. A big mistake was made, but it was too late and there was no stopping my great escapade!

“There you are!” She spotted me from across the short distance I managed to evade as those booming paws lurched forward. Smashing into the hardwood and her claws dragging along the smooth panels, making a pitter patter noise as they did so. It just caused me to pick up speed and search for cover again.

“N-no!” I cry out to no-one in particular and more so did it as a pathetic way of pleading to the angry goddess. But nothing stopped the angry flailing stomps heading in my direction. My breathing got heavier and my eyes darted around the giant field for anywhere to hide as the booms grew nearer every second.

“Get back here and finish what you started, you little bunny!” She sneered at me and a shadow loomed, her paw. Looking up, you could see pink and sweaty pads. It reminded me of the horror of what I did to them and my mouth tasted sour and a shiver crawled its way up my spine, rather quickly. I snapped out of those thoughts as her knee buckled and it began its descent! Its form, gaining speed and closing in, I dive over a pink sock and it slams just behind me, sending air out and a large cannon sound erupted. “Darn! I missed!” She cursed to herself and I laid in the pink garment before rushing back to my feet. Scrambling over the stinky sock and running once more, there was nothing to do as she dropped her other foot in front of me, my face slamming right into the ball of heel as she snickered from above. “Come on, Benny! You can do better than that! Run from the big, bad wolf! Awooo!” She cackled, throwing her head back and pretending to howl. How humiliating and… Scary.

She bared those fangs in a wicked smile before licking those pert lips. It was enough for my hair to stand on end and I turned around, running once more. BOOM BOOM! A near miss from her sweaty feet as they fell forwards, causing me to switch directions on a dime, just looking for any salvation. But her smashing and crashing of gigantic beans kept blocking me from any sort of elysium from her torment. And as harsh as those feet were, nothing could stop her laughing. It was insane, drunk on her own power trip and maniacal, evil incarnate.

“Oops! So close, bunny!” Her plush paw pads crash down, to the right of me, then the left, lifting and dropping within seconds as if trying to direct a path somewhere. My nose was incessantly twitching. It was from fear, and those musky clothes, or paws. Her sweaty feet were slicking up the already slippery wood, making it impossible to skid to a halt and I instantly tripped over my own foot and tumbled face down into a sweat damp sock. “Gotcha!” was all I heard before everything went dark from the heavy pressure of paw on my back, forcing me deep into the fibers of the used garment.

I breathe heavily from the weight of those sweat stained feet, getting nothing but the stench of the sock that my snout was forced into. She lifted off me and I sputtered and coughed out the foul smell from my lungs, expunging the pungent and salty scent of foot.

“Come on and get up!” She taunted, I could almost feel the sneering of that large snout as my body laid out flat among the socked fibers. “Ohh, what's wrong? Given up? Knowing you can’t outrun me?” She giggled to herself and I flipped over, huffing and puffing up my tiny cheeks in annoyance. This was futile, and she knew it, but I would do anything to get away form this humiliation she brought upon me. And I sputtered out, clearly out of breath.

“Y-You know I can’t outrun you, Winona! So why bother, you bitch!” I spat venom once more in her direction, pleased with how cruel, and vicious it was. Her face was not amused, and she lifted an eyebrow in defiance, as if not impressed with the display of pouting bunny below her. And she just returned to hover that big paw over my figure, where it lowered on me, a single middle toe pressing and prodding me. I do not struggle and simply throw my arms up to stop it, a knee jerk reaction knowing it would do nothing.

“Oh come now, you truly like this, even the scent of my paws, don’t deny it. I can FEEL you down there, it must be driving you crazy” Her eyes lowered as she said that and as much as I hated to admit it: She was right. Why deny it any longer? My horny mind returned and I wanted to be a subservient boy to my friend- no. GODDESS before me.

I whine and cry out, sniffing at her pink toe bean, its sweet and stinky aroma scent filling my nostrils and taking over my arms as they began to rub those silken feet. Her crimson red fluff between the toes overtaking my torso as my cock twitches and pinches meekly, wishing to be free and lift this filthy sweat stained paw off me to be rubbed. My whimpering must have been heard by the wolfess above, since she started to prod my shaft, back and forth. Using the perspiration as lubricant and cooed downwards.

“See? Not so hard to admit it.” She whispered and picked up the pace, releasing the paw prison off me and quickly pinching my dick with her toe gap, giving it a good prod and moving it in circular motions. My face went as crimson as her fur, and how they burned brightly, like a furnace. The blood rushed to my face and flooded my thoughts with dirty things she was doing as my little cock grew to its measly size and was properly jerked off. “Come on and worship my paw. Toy” She purred outwards and slid that gigantic paw pad over my face, giving me ample time to wrap my slender arms around her, pressing my nose into the pink bean and starting to sniff them, hard.

I whiffed as hard as possible. I wanted everything to do with her foot, including how awful the pungent odor was. It was foul, consisting of her femenine musk and the heavy aroma of sweat from her shoes and socks. Its weight had not mattered to me, I wanted to be absorbed into their filthy scent. Probably didn’t help my back laid in one of the damp garments capable of such a stench. But it did not matter, I sucked all of that cloud of stink in, letting the overpowering scent of the wolf’s paw consume me. Relaxing and wiggling my hips to aid in her rubbing of my cock and wiping my face back and forth along the dirty paw.

“Lets try this again… sniff and lick it, little boy” She teased once more. But no more anger, instead, I whined and whimpered like a good little dog and followed those directions, throwing that tiny tongue out of my cheeks, striking the smooth paw pad with my saliva. I waste no time in lapping and rubbing my tongue across the smooth sole of her feet, guzzling down each bead of sweat as if it was water in the desert. That musky smell of doggy paw, and after workout sunk into my fur, drenching it once more in her scent. “You're doing so well, you might earn yourself a sock to sleep in tonight” She purred out which had my loins aching with insatiable lust before it came.

I cried out in pleasure as it was released. A hot and sticky stream of cum along the smooth sole of the paw pad spurted out in a short load that pumped out in short waves. A chill  of ecstasy was released up my spine and a short breathy gasps I could no longer keep in as my cock finished its seed shooting. I lay there, a blushing, overheated mess of brown fur, stuck under this stinky and monolithic paw. The hyperventilating, I had not known when it began, but could no longer stop it, sucking in each breath as if it were my last before she slid that foot off me.

“See? You can follow the orders of your betters.” She mocked once more, but it did not matter. I wiped my brow of the thick sweat that gathered there and peered up at my looming goddess. Her smile was satisfied, a grin a mile wide slowly crept up as toes splayed. They wrapped around my frame and lifted me off the ground, dangling my legs below. “You love my scent don’t you lie” She cooed downwards in a motherly tone. I could not help but blush, she was correct and nodded in response. I was defeated, and loved being a little sub for her.

“I-I love your musk, mistress.” It was a knee jerk reaction to call her such, but she laughed it off and still beamed down with those large, green ovals she called eyes.

“Well that's good…” She started, feeling my descent into something heavy with her scent and damp. Winona dropped me into an abyssal cavern where neon green walls rose around me and the humid stench of paw was strongest. Her shoe, but not just any footwear: Her workout sneakers. I covered my nose to stop the putrid stink entering, but it was of no use. They were pungent and sweet in a way. So I slid my hands back down to a resting position and looked at the soft plush walls of sneakers rising above me, making eye contact with my goddess above. “Its getting late, and I need you to get use to the wonderful aroma of sweaty paws, dear” She claimed.

“Wait, what?” I asked, genuinely confused. Not expecting her to just stand there, over the smelly lime green cave of cloth.

“Well since you love your goddesses feet so much. I feel you should be acquainted with it overnight. So we can have more fun later.” She said and bent over, plucking a pink, well worn sock and sniffing it hard, breathing out with relief. “So glad I didn’t clean these yet… Seems like a job for my little runt boyfriend” Those words had my ears flick in response, they stood up and a chill shot up my spine. “Boyfriend”? It seemed unreal or rather, unfair to assume that. I certainly didn’t feel like one. Probably hard as I was nothing but just a toy for her this whole day, unaware or not. Winona had made it painfully clear she was in charge.

There was no time to contemplate, a huge pink cloth gunned it for me. It was bunched up and foul looking, those sweat stains darker than night as she pushed the sock into the shoe. There was nowhere to go as it pushed into me, splaying me on my back with its large form as those tree trunk sized digits pushed me deeper until I was pinned into the toe section. Her giggles could still be heard through the heavy cloth as I wiggled, trying to get freedom.

“Stay in there for the night and get used to my foot, Benny. We're gonna have so much fun this week” She teased once more through the stinky wall of damp cloth and heavy show. My nose twitched at the heavy scent of her once more. It was sour and pungent, with foot sweat still stuck to the sock of her previous run. My back pinned against the large cave of the toe section. This was to be the rest of my Spring break. To be entrapped by my one friend turned goddess, and now girlfriend. To huff and worship whatever she throws at me, being nothing but a plaything for her.

This day was already exhausting enough, and now the warmth from the recently worn sock has my mind drifting to what she would do to me. Her aroma everywhere, and my body thoroughly beaten, started to drift and rest. Knowing that she was probably in bed. Made me feel at ease and my eyes drooped before curling up in this stinky garment she had prepared for me as a bed. How humiliating, but… I quite liked the “boyfriend” aspect of this. I think this to myself, those horny thoughts running wild as to what she has next for me as my eyelids droop once more. I could no longer keep consciousness and let the warmth take me as I fell asleep.