title: Big Bossy Bunny aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [DexTheRabbit] id: [51564327] date: 星期日, 七月 30日 2023, 5:20:16 下午 modified: 星期日, 七月 30日 2023, 5:21:34 下午

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Big Bossy Bunny

Author: DexTheRabbit Source: Big Bossy Bunny - Story

Overwhelmed in the early commute to work was brutal. The grogginess in your eyes and lack of self awareness as the body aches to awaken, unaided by the sun that could seem blinding as the shades are drawn back. This grueling process is easily amplified when you live somewhere as dense as a city, as it was almost incessant in its noise.

The chattering sounds of cars honking, bickering back and forth at one another, and pedestrians were deafening. The consistent cackling, and dull conversations never ceased. And the smell. Nonexistent morning dew would have been drowned out as the heavy scent of exhaust wafted through the sidewalks.

It almost choked a smartly dressed gray wolf, Marcus Burdal. His black suit and tie were loosely worn and wrinkled as he made his way along the busy pathways and buildings that were gridlocked and densely packed together. Matching black loafers slammed against the concrete pavement in a boring, but steady rhythm. His stride slowed a bit to cover those triangular tufts of ears for a moment to block it all out before releasing them to return to their pointed form. The soft glow from the rising sun passing over the towering skyscrapers would honestly be captivating if it weren’t for the rush of crowd he was in. Pushing past one another and seeming impatient to get to where they needed to first.

He begrudgingly wiped his brow of the thick film of sweat before picking up the pace and continued the sidewalk escapade towards the office of his employment, rather quickly and to the many prodding eyes of other species as that large form of his accidentally brushed and bumped into the other smaller species. Apologizing and side-glancing each and everyone.

It wasn’t simple to step out of their way or avoid them altogether. He had a 6 foot tall frame and was built like a wall, if not slightly pudgy in the belly area. That large body was great for peeking over the common height. But it was all the same: Countless heads and forms that blocked the path to the office. Swirling into a cacophony of conversations and clicking of heels across the sidewalk. If only the wolf didn’t stay up the night before playing video games, he wouldn't be stressing out over being late… Again.

Being tardy to his own high-end employment once more is embarrassing enough, but nothing was worse than the head manager of the department he was slaved at. Even thinking about her name gives the coldest shiver of the spine: Beatrice Burrows. A kind and almost button-cute type of name given to a rabbit woman. One refrains from calling her “girl”, she was more akin to the devil than that of an innocent lagomorph the species is often stereotyped as. Most definitely in her mid 20’s and known across the entire building for that cruel managerial mean streak. Though what was most striking was her features.

A young face and almost rounded chin made her childish in appearance, which was aided by that stout 4 ft height and nearly fuzzy body of a bunny. Regardless, she has been a staple in the company for about 2 years now. Though not a soul in the building really knew, it truly was hard to tell since Marcus was a new-comer and has only been there for a couple of months. Most times she knew what she was doing and seemed to have the job down to a rhythm of barking orders at the other workers. She was one of the managers of the branch after all. It would be odd for her to do anything else, it seems.

But now, all that could flow through the late Wolf’s mind was the stern talking to he was probably going to receive and the potential write up. It troubled and clouded his thoughts. Her voice ringed out in his faint memory of the last time he had to be in her office for a performance review. One that left him upset for about a week, something about missing files and tardiness. It had not mattered, all that did was how she spoke down upon him. That small fluff of a 4ft brown rabbit speaking down to him. Even though he towered over her, it was still beyond humiliating and the canine had no choice but to take it or risk losing employment.

Lost in contemplation, Marcus didn’t even realize he had arrived at the 45 stories building, its spire reaching up to the sky and trying to block out the sun. He shuffled in through the revolving door into the chilled foyer, where it nearly sent chills up his spine from the temperature controlled environment. The damp and heavy humidity of the outside world was now cut off completely, replaced with the artificial cold of the AC units. Then came the sights.

Nothing new, but seeing the main lobby was always a treat, even now. White marble columns rose around the seemingly barrel vaulted ceiling, and the click of heels and dress shoes across the granite and well polished floor littered the soundscape in the cacophony of. Not to mention the phones ringing and the subtle conversations that followed through. This was just another day in the office for this gray wolf, had he not been late. Now every glance he received by passersby felt like the eyes of judgment.

Peeking down at his watch and straightening the messy tie, he slipped into a crowded elevator and punched the 32nd floor button before settling in the cramped confinement. The heavy aroma of perfume, and cologne was overpowering here. Hints of lilac and sandalwood flooded the sensitive nose he carried and clouded those already rampant thoughts. Worst of all, he was now hungry more than anything. Only remembering that he ate half a bagel today in a rush to get out the door. The start of this day has been fraught with stress and carelessness.

Wasn’t long before his stop came up and he promptly threw a foot forward out of the shaft and into the tiled domain of his company’s short waiting room. A large almost intimidating desk laid at the center of the room with their name emboldened in a gold and blue backlight. The company’s brand was hard to pronounce. Unaided by the fact it was clearly in a foreign language and cursive at that. Something about “Belle''. Truly it didn’t matter to him specifically, because regardless of what they called themselves it all meant the same: More paperwork to file and phone calls to make in a cramped cubicle. Such is the life of a file clerk.

He slinked past the skunk secretary by waving lazily and clicked his loafers along the floor towards his work area. His grunts and moans from lack of sleep were miniscule and completely lost among the ringing of phones and coworkers talking. But this was good. No-one should know of how exhausted he really was.

An added bonus: That bitchy bunny was nowhere to be seen on the way in. The wolf might have actually avoided her this morning, something that was almost impossible when she made rounds towards the workers, as if checking off a list of other employees that were to be given a full performance review. And how scrutinizing they were, they haunt Marcus and fill up his mind with what they were like.

Bea would call you into her office by visiting your cubicle specifically, the sound of those low stilettos against the carpet made not a solitary sound, but you would always know she was close when the other voices would lower as quiet as a whisper. Like a roaring background noise to sudden stillness. Then she would hold out that miniscule clipboard of hers, not eyeing you a single time as her demands and berating began. She would start with snarky and passive aggressiveness about how one’s work wasn’t “up to company standard” or “we should really discuss your work ethic”. The latter was a sure sign to report to her office immediately where one would plant their rumps until she came back from berating the other workers.

And they would sit across her black, sleek, and wide wooden desk. Looking upon the rabbit as she flipped through pages upon pages of write ups and HR notes before talking once more. It was the absolute worst. A mean and nasty long speech about what the company’s mission was. Something about bringing high tech to the population as effectively and safely as possible. But it did not matter. Bea made everyone feel like their efforts were less than worth it!

The firm the wolf worked with did make technology true, but this was the office for the paperwork the labs they owned drummed up. Mostly patents and safety notices and calls for customer care. To be honest, no products ever truly passed through here unless it was recalled models, and they went through management first, meaning the cubicle workers never really saw them, if ever.

But Marcus shook his mind out of it and quickly sat down in the cubicle. Tossing folders filled with papers around the already cluttered workspace was nothing short of a daily routine. He meant to clean it many times but often got lost in his own thoughts and the anxiety of the environment had him just shove everything to the side in a cacophony of a large mess, in the daily 9-5 it was the least of his problems.

He finished unpacking and still no sign of her made his tail wag behind him fervently. This might actually be a good day for once. They were far and few between, but not seeing that boss of his was definitely a phenomenal start. True, it was rare to not see Bea, this could be one of those days. To just sit down and do work without anyone bothering him would be a treasure

today.

That tail kept swinging and thumping against the hard walls of the cubicle. He didn’t care though, nor the slight noise it made, felt great to be joyous for once. And it was softly wagging back and forth. How he would finally sit down and watch that TV show his pals kept pestering about when work was over! And the speed picked up, slapping the small walls more rapidly. The hard walls of a cramped office space become softer with each slap. How warm and comfy they felt as that massive appendage swung back and forth.

“Ugh! Ptew, bppt! Mister… Burdal!” A shrill voice cried out that had him freeze in place, killing that swaying motion almost instantly as his spine shuddered and tail lowered ever so slowly. His face beaded up in sweat and turned around, craning that long neck of his down to see her standing there… Beatrice Burrows… And she looked the opposite of amused. Those tiny lips pursed before spitting out the gray fibers of hair out. He stood there dumbfounded, how his heart sank upon seeing the petite rabbit. Marcus got a good look of her from his already lingering

height.

Her white blouse was buttoned up halfway to give her small bosom a lift and a clear line of cleavage definition. Trailing down to her slim black pencil skirt the shirt was neatly tucked into and those off black nylons that could barely make out that original brown fur underneath. The matching black heels hid her toes as her foot thumped in annoyance, causing her thighs to jiggle with the slight fat held within. Her all light pastel ochre fur had spots all over it, simulating freckles. They were white, all along her body, as if someone flicked paint dots all over by using a flimsy brush. But nothing compared to her face, awfully cute with a messy hair bun tied back with a silver pen, and floppy pointed ears with dark brown tips.

But now? Those scowling eyes are the only things that could be focused on, and they wanted to burn right through that wolf’s chest.

“Be-Beatrice! G-Good morning!” He stuttered out and flipped his tail around, tucking it between his legged suit pants as it died down to a screeching halt. She, on the other hand, didn’t look pleased in the slightest. Wearing that frown like a true bossy bitch. His heart sank lower and lower as his mind wandered to the scalding words she would conjure up as she plucked fibers of gray hair off that smartly dressed attire.

“Good morning?” She started upwards as his shoulders lowered back, getting ready for her next sentences as those gritted buck teeth sucked in air between the gaps. “Try working on your greetings”. She replied coldly, pushing up the black rim glasses, as if studying him like a piece of meat. Then reaching behind her hair, grasping a pen from a hair bun which was tangled in fibers of golden brown before that utensil clicked in and the clipboard came out. Marcus stood there, unmoving.

“R-right. My apologies. I was thinking of a… A joke! That u-ummm someone else told me the other day” He lied, giving a faux grin. Her face, however, was not amused and saw right through his fib. She scribbled something on that little board in retortion. And nothing could shake his mind from the noise it made, like scratching claws against tough bark as if the wood below the thin report paper would crack from the pressure if the rabbit so much as placed even a fraction more weight upon it.

“Well perhaps you can tell me what's so humourous when you report to my desk. Four minutes from now.” She snapped back at him, throwing up the corresponding digits, as if he couldn't count that high, and insulting as it was, the wolf stood there dumbfounded and attempted to stand what little ground he owned.

“What for?” His voice went high pitched as the stress caused him to get clammy in the paws, the nerves absolutely rocking him down to the core. A total failure on his part to look intimidating. Little beads of sweat rushed upon his forehead and were violently wiped away with the black suit sleeve he donned today and continued to peer downwards at his superior. Where the little rabbit looked less than pleased. Pushing her loose bangs out from those fluffy rounded cheeks before speaking once more.

“For being late. Don’t think I don’t know about you coming in off schedule, again” She started with a condescending tone. How she was able to talk down a coworker who was clearly taller and larger would always be a mystery. “We run a tight operation here under my careful watch, something you clearly don’t show interest in maintaining.” She turned on her heels and started to walk away before poking her pointed, round ears in the cubicle again. “4 minutes. My office. I trust you can find it?”

And with those last words, she waddled off. Those heels made very little noise except the slight thuds against the harshly cleaned tiled carpet…

Marcus breathed a mighty sigh out, relaxed his shoulders and fell into the office chair with a huge gust of air spilling out from the cushion and the weight of that large frame he had. This meant another performance review. What a terrible start to this day, slapping her in the face was an accident for sure but probably didn’t help his case. And how was she to know the wolf was late? Unless that skunk secretary ratted him out. Probably was. The girl was new and didn’t know any better. “So much for an easy day” He whined out to no-one.

…

Truth be told, Marcus couldn’t remember the short walk over to her corner space. Nor could he recall the many prying eyes watching as he trotted off towards what was considered certain death. Before long, a giant hardwood door greeted him. It was barely decorated, only a lowly sign hung at his hip, it was her height, as was the handle. The brightest object caught the attention: A pink heart with the words “Beatrice Burrows, Manager” stuck to the wall. It was laminated, expertly made and most certainly not company approved. He ignored it fully though, that shape was a lie, a false advertisement to what truly lied behind this bastion.

Speaking of hearts, the canine was beating out of his chest, multiple thumps that rang between that fuzzy head, nearly deafening. Perhaps Marcus could just leave? Say he got sick? Those excuses would only be temporary though and silly. Just going in, receiving a slap on the wrist and getting back to work was the only way out of this crummy situation. So he sucked in his breath and pulled the silver handle in a swift movement, crossing the threshold into the bunny’s den.

What hit first was the chill in the air, a piercing sensation that cut deep through the unkempt ensemble and froze his spine in place with its icy grasp. The only thing shaking him from his trance was the clicking of the door behind him, before turning slowly around to see that Bea was not at her post.

One could claim it was a regular office desk, but to the small rabbit woman, it was more of a gilded throne of some of the best tools available to a manager. Like a bastion waiting to rain hellfire down on any worker that dared to breach its walls.

“Great.” He grumbled and walked across the long fold of carpeted room to sit at one of the two uncomfy wooden chairs that lay in front of her “fort”. The wolf shook his head in disappointment. The actual space in which the rabbit did her work was absolutely cluttered with countless stacks of paperwork and desk baubles. Not unlike his workspace. No doubt half of them are actually used and the rest are just for show. Like who carries an assortment of pens that look like carrots? With different sayings on each? One even has emboldened “You Got this!” written along the shaft. The rounded cup mocked him with each plastic green stem rising upwards. He snickered, “Tacky”.

He combed that tuft of hair and tried to compose his thoughts, something that was nearly impossible as the scent of the girl flooded his nose. She always wore a perfume that choked the air. Somewhere between cinnamon and… a boring dull gray? Could colors even have an aroma?

If they did, gray would be scented bland and overeducated.

It was aided with the heavily air conditioned petrichor of condensed moisture and blended together with that very same overused perfume. The sickening factory bred aroma of paper and ink was clearly drowned out in this darkly lit room. “And why was it always so dark?” he whispered. It wasn’t just the bleak mindset he currently found himself in. Her room was always nearly pitch black, accompanied with the navy blue curtains blocking out what would normally be a gorgeous view of the city from the 32nd floor. No light could ever pierce them, it seems. Just the boring desk lamp shining brightly. And yet there was something on her desk that shone an ever radiant silver, glittering object. Something that caught the wolf’s attention from the other usual objects.

It was unlike any of the other tools the bunny had, chrome plated and sparkling as it sat upon the hardwood of the desk. It was eye candy that almost begged to be witnessed and touched. Why leave it there if not to be examined? It sat in front of her keyboard, with every instinct telling Marcus to sit still, and yet, he was drawn by it. One little look couldn’t hurt, could it? And she was gone for the time being, so it would be a waste not to look at it now. He shook his head once more and stood up to inspect the object, moving around her gigantic workspace to inspect the bauble. He moved gracefully and quickly, almost leaping over to inspect it. The wolf’s curiosity very much piqued. He wasted no time in pushing her massive swivel chair out of the way and instantly stubbing his front paws atop something. Causing a tumble and trip.

The large heart inside that chest dropped and he yelped slightly before catching his big paws on the edge of the desk, panting and gasping for air the entire time. Marcus swiveled his large head downwards to make out what was the cause. And upon his investigation, it was Bea’s black heels that got in his path. They were fairly simple for what she normally was used to, and the stigma the rabbit carried. Closed toe sections and a short white bow atop the ends of them, like wrapped presents. They were fairly small and to the 6ft tall wolf, looked more like child’s or doll shoes than something his boss would actually wear. It made Marcus wonder where she was, and was she barefoot around the office? His nose shrunk up and shriveled at the idea of her trotting around in nothing but those pitch-black stockings and continued the impromptu investigation, ignoring the footwear completely and picking up the circular silver object.

It was like a remote of some sort. Elongated and egg shaped, with beveled edges. Its light build fit into his big paws with ease. It had 2 unmarked buttons on the front. They were made of hard rubber and Marcus caressed his pads against them in confusion. His company was a tech one, and often management would get prototypes to take home or test out, but it was mostly small sample products. New hair clips, or mirrors that fold and magnify, not something as alien

as this...Oddity.

There was some form of guilt that struck him as he pilfered through her belongings. A tugging sensation that had him bite the lower lip. He could already see her strutting away in his mind. Her hips swaying and those buck teeth sucking in air that was ready to berate and belittle him. It was almost enough to get the wolf angry once more before he returned to the orb. It was genuinely fascinating, and unlike anything he had ever seen.

What was further puzzling was the indent on the front, as if it was a laser pointer, something Marcus looked down upon and tried to understand further, but not much else could be figured out before there was a door click.

It was sudden, and unexpected. Scaring him half to death and in his haste to place the object down and return from behind her desk. It exploded in his paws with a blinding flash of light so piercing it rivaled that of the morning sun! All at once he shut his eyes and strobes of light streaked across the pitch black. Those eyelids shut so tight it might have cut the circulation off. Followed by the feeling of falling as his steps forward caught not the desk as it once was there. But nothing entirely.

. That stomach churning feeling before he hit the ground of a soft, cozy incline and tumbled down it. Screaming and crying the entire time his body slammed against the floor. It felt almost never ending and with each slam, his breath was stolen from him. Landing at the terminal with a mighty THUD. His descent came to an abrupt stop, the inertia of it all knocked any wind that was locked in the lungs before grinding to a skidding halt atop the squishy carpet, flat on that large snout and attempting to spit out the fibers of the flooring that crowded around.

The groan released from his maw was meek, pathetic and utterly confused. The room itself is spinning and swaying, or was it his imagination? He never had vertigo before, especially from a trip over one could only assume was her stupids heels again. He lay there for a moment, before pushing on all 4’s to get to a standing position, stumbling a bit, as his head was shaken like a blender. The brain is pounding with a newfound headache and mind reeling. His vision tried desperately to rack as the whole room itself warped around before coming together once more. Although the sanctum the wolf found was far darker than he remembered.

It seemed as if it was covered in shrouds, more so than those blue hued curtains were typically… and oddly enough, the most notable change was the smell. That nice scent of office space and cinnamon was now tainted with a distinct odor, it was hard to tell what it was. Musty and worn, like a basement on a hot summer day. Reeking of a particular ageness and moisture. It wafted through his sensitive nostrils and was forced to cover his nose as quickly as possible. But it was almost impossible to shake it off or rub it out, the aroma was everywhere!

He scrambled to get to his feet before looking down at his form. An all dark gray body and a familiar large pink form swung forward between those muscular legs…-When did he lose his clothes?! Marcus quickly covered himself out of shame. Fearful the rabbit would come in at any minute! He looked around, not recognising the same office. “Where am I?!” His cries seemed unanswered as panic ensued and raced through that mind like a bullet train, causing him to look around and try to take in his new surroundings.

He expected to see the blue carpeted floor, not this… Cave? It was the only way to describe it. All the walls rose around him, a large overhang that made up the ceiling above cascaded into pitch black nothingness, the only light pouring in came from the mouth which led to a high slope. Must be where he tumbled, that felt way bigger in his head. What was an added oddity was the floor itself. The ground was slightly bouncy and had plush to it, like it could give before returning to its squishy form. Not unlike a foam memory mattress. And that smell came back! It was familiar in a way, a certain scent he couldn’t get it out of his mind, and something tugged in the back of his head: Lust. It smelled so filthy and yet sweet, like an overpowering stinging aroma of… Cinnamon?… A chill went up the wolf’s spine as he craned his neck to look up the incline once more. What lay at the top was a rubbed off etching as if left by some foreign traveler as a marker, something that's been used time and time again. Worn down by it: the number “4” was barely visible, but it was clear where he was. Bea’s high heels. In the smack bottom of the toe section. There was a clear imprint of four based craters, matching that of toes. They were gargantuan and each one looked more well worn than the last.

He was smaller now! And how did he manage to land in the one place he didn’t want to be? And seriously, where was his clothes?! Marcus couldn’t wrap his head around all the swirl of emotions and fell back on his butt onto the soft ground with a light THUD. It was almost impossible to be calm at a time like this as the heavy scent threatened to choke him out. Out… OUT! He needed to get out of this infernal prison, and fast. There was no telling how long he would be like this, or what would happen if she returned. To be found at this new height, and in such an intimate place such as this? That wolf shuddered to think what a tiny bunny could do to a “one-inch-wonder”.

That little face would contort and shout at him, or step on him. Regardless if they were small feet, and plush. They would surely turn him into wolf paste… Or… No, he would escape! And find a way back to normal! His new determined goal had him rise instantly to tackle the only thing to do. Up and out.

Marcus ran like a bat out of hell to the slope making break-neck speed for an exit. The smell was like an allure of a woman, salty now as the scent of perfume tried to cloud that fluffy mind of his. There truly was no use in staying here any longer than he should. He was crawling into the light and making the way up the insole of a women’s shoe. Something that should have been easy, but it was clear the stupid rabbit had used these all day. Maybe that's why she stepped out of them? They seemed worse for wear and the insole itself was more than used up.

The inclined cliff itself was smooth, a silken weave of the sole, cross-stitched together to make a boring mess of brown and padded cushion. Only the best for this high management bunny it seems. But smooth slopes were only part of the problem. It also was slick with a film of moisture, something that was horrendously foul to the nostrils as the wolf had to hold back his gag reflex.

“You’d think someone as tidy as her” He started to talk to himself, hoisting up on all 4’s inch by inch “Would keep these clean!” He huffed and continued the ascent before a large monolithic noise shook the prison, rattling the soft padding in quick succession from one another. He was a quarter of the way through the journey and a large quake had him instantly stopping and looking frantically for the source of the sound before the tremors began. BOOM BOOM…

THOOM THOOM THOOOOM.

Each one was closer and louder than before the shakes began to rock his grip and the wolf desperately dug into the brown sole with his claws. Unfurling each to create a makeshift anchor so that progress could not be lost. The ground, however, would not stop its thunderous tremors and before long it all stopped at once. Like the world coming to an end was just and overshadow before it became deathly silent….The sigh of relief left his maw for but only a fleeting second. A shadow grew, blocking out the artificial light above.

The shrunken wolf had no choice but to gaze upon the gargantuan form. Craning the minuscule neck upwards to locate the source of the earthquake: Beatrice Burrows. Who else could it have been? How he wished it was anyone else. He’d even take the skunk secretary at this

point.

Those once stubby legs, now trailed up towards the sky as her stockings resembled a field of cross stitching. It gathered into a mess of fibers that spiraled upwards until they reached her black skirt which looked more like a tent that would swallow up Marcus. His eyes could not be pried from the white blouse she sported, its blinding radiance was almost too much. But nothing could be seen past that, as her tiny breasts at normal size now resemble domes that would crush the sky if they were dropped from their perch. And with each step the building sized bunny took those mountainous globes jiggled and crashed into one another, ricocheting into one another. All at once did the gargantuan bunny girl stop in her tracks, looking outwards and heaving a mighty sigh, before pushing up those black frame glasses miles and miles above the floor.

“No surprise” Her voice boomed in the wolf’s pointed ears, “He probably got too nervous to face me…” She talked to herself and those buck teeth sucked in air before shaking her head and shifted on those small haunches rabbits have. Her brown fur was in little tufts, something he never noticed before. Common sense kicked in, this would be a good chance to try and secure a rescue! Marcus sucked in a mighty breath.

“HEY! BEA!! Down here!” He shouted up till his throat was waning and cracked. He waved a free paw up at the figure of the now humongous bunny. “Come on you stupid rabbit, look down!” He growled, gritting those sharp fangs and continued to climb, thinking that she couldn’t see him at this angle. Marcus would have to get to a higher position, perhaps then the boss could see he was shrunken.

He huffed and puffed while Bea seemingly moved in slow motion, bending her stubby, but large legs down to take a seat. Those tree trunk thighs towered and the chair itself groaned under the immense pressure of the now 200 ft tall rabbit as she scooted inward, cutting the wolf off from her face and exposing the bottom half. The desk itself now rose and blocked out most of the light above as he continued his ascent. One of the only semblances of luminosity now being blocked by half of Bea’s body and the chair she made her throne. That's what it was now, not just a simple seat, but a shrine to the statuesque bunny that now rose kilometers above him. It was enough to make the wolf have new found vertigo as he continued the climb, praying that she didn’t get bored while she worked and knocked over the heel.

That would be an unfitting end: To be toyed around by a bored rabbit woman who was oblivious to the mini-sized wolf. It was a thought that replayed in his head over and over. Almost like a waking nightmare, the plump and fluffy bunny feet playing with him like less than a stone in a shoe. Marcus squeaked a bit as something below him stirred. Like a pit in his stomach and loins that refused to cease and was clouding his judgment. It felt heavily like lust and longing for that to happen. Difficult to tell as the stench was starting to get to him a bit.

These heels were clearly left because of the rising heat. Even now she probably wasn’t keen on stuffing her steamy toes back into these foot prisons. No doubt because of how uncomfy they were. What gives her a small height boost can also be killer on sore paws from trodding around the rest of the building.

And to say they have seen better days was an understatement. Evidenced by the heavy aroma of perspiration that threatened to choke any miniscule trespasser, but the giant imprint her toes left were clear signs. Each one was as deep as a crevice made by a meteorite long past, and stained with a darker brown from the rest of the insole. To say it was disgusting and repulsive couldn't do it justice and he shuddered at the thought of when his snout was face down right into the imprint. The salty stench of feet never allured the young wolf, but being trapped and surrounded by it felt different.

A swirl of emotions tugged at the back of his mind. On one hand, he was shrunk to the size of a thimble where anything as simple as a coworker’s paw could be his end. And yet, the idea of being in such an intimate place she uses made him salivate slightly at the pungent scent that was huffed through that black snout. What once made him reflux, was now coddling him.

Coupled with the near damp incline rubbing against his crotch and dragging the tip of the now pathetic cock sent shivers all around his thick gray fur. He tried to shake the subtle perfume out of his head, but it lingered. The sweet aroma of cinnamon stung at his nostrils, burning with an insatiable feeling of thirst for lust. And then there was the constant thought of what these shoes see everyday. The violent and unwavering crashing and wiggling of bunny toes generating a film of sweat to be soaked by the thin cloth of the padded insole drove is enough to drive anyone wild. And he was a horny beast, something that he clearly has been neglecting for a while now.

The danger of being squashed left his mind as he looked up at the behemoth bunny to make sure she wasn’t looking before slamming his nose deep into the brown middle section of the gigantic heel, sniffing and wiggling like a small bug. It was like a sweet release as the wolf whined and moaned slightly into her garment, remembering how much of a nasty and cruel bunny she could be. And wanting to be lost within this heel forever as a slave. Marcus gyrated his hips back and forth, drooling into the slope of her heel, not caring in the world what Bea would think of this.

Instead he wondered how she would punish him for doing such a vile act. A pathetic worm like himself getting off inside the discarded shoe of the rabbit. The little wolf had closed his eyes to block out any thoughts and wanted to focus on the smell. Sucking in all the filth it left behind and trying to picture in his mind how often those fluffy stompers caressed this prison. How they would lift up and slam down, releasing a shockwave of sweat, like a sponge to be sucked up by the insole. The very same sponge he was now slowly humping to a steady rhythm.

The darkness becomes a calming quiet of breathy gasps and moans from Marcus. Eyelids growing tighter as they pulled together, clasped to block out any luminosity that would so much as peek through the cracks and interrupt this amazing feeling. And the warmth generated almost took his mind away from what came next.

A faint shadow slipped over the summit and down the valley of brown insole. Peeling those eyes open once more to investigate, as the warmth of the cloth grew colder from the dimming artificial sun above. Rays cascading down became blotted out quickly by something massive, and 4-pronged. It was hard to make out as the glow outlined its looming figure… Her toes. Each digit was wrapped tightly in its black stitched stocking, and wiggled before splaying.

How fat each one looked as it descended downwards… Wait…

“Oh no! Bea, no! I'm here!” He shouted up at her and began to frantically look for an exit, anything to get away from those fat digits that became larger every passing second. “St-Stop!” Marcus tried once more to get her attention, but she was clearly not paying any mind or had not noticed as the wolf saw those toes curled over the lip of the edge, gripping them like a predator stalking its prey before peaking and crawling down the slope towards him.

All this effort would be for nothing and he did the only thing one would think to do in this situation. He let go. And started to slide down the slick slope, with those monstrous bunny toes filling in the available space.

The scratching of those massive claws against the fibers of cloth was like a bear beating the bark off a tree. Loud, and gaining. The miniscule wolf found himself back at the very bottom promptly and hit the ground running, feeling the beast behind him rear and force itself deeper into the dark and moist cavern. The only thing that could be heard now was his panicked breaths and the terrifying grinding of soft silk against the floor as the foot moved inwards to fill any and all available space. He rushed as fast as miniscule legs would carry him, before turning around to see something that made his eyes widen in terror.

A black mass of brown trapped bunny toes wasting no time in wiggling, stretching and folding before crashing into his torso. Knocking all the wind out from his lungs, what little left there was. Those once small bunny claws now like talons that threatened to rip apart the seams if she so much as pulled those up higher than they could take. It wasn’t long before the wolf screamed as the paw knocked him down completely, rolling over and snagging his chest in a friction filled grip. It probably felt like nothing more than a simple pebble to her soft, padless feet. But to Marcus? It was like a cataclysmic, world ending event of stuffy stockings.

He threw his paws forward to catch the cross stitching, holding onto it like netting before the back of his head hit the end of the shoe. Rocking the vision and forming a lump on his head. Nestled deep into the toe section, the plump digits wiggled and splayed outwards, covering as much distance to fill in every nook and cranny, unaware of the wolf being pinned underneath. Marcus had found himself utterly surrounded and covered by the monolithic paw. Its heavy warmth transferred to him slowly, like an oven as they slightly moved to get comfy in the shoe. The only noise that could be made out was his heartbeat pounding back and forth against his chest, the fear rising in his throat of being crushed to death under the heavy and plush toes of the boss bunny.

What made this worse was the smell that emanated from them. If the heel itself had a pungent odor already, this was its source. It flooded into his mind with each breath he took and wiped across the wrinkled snout. That stinging, perfume clung desperately to fill the airspace and it burned his nostrils before stirring something below once more. Like sweet cinnamon and a hint of feet that carried a heavy aroma. She clearly used too much of that product to mask the unpleasant scent. As if to drown out long hours spent slamming that fluffy paw into the already cramp garment. Truly it was enough to make his nose wrinkled in retaliation.

The pressure however proved more difficult to endure. Each digit wiggled slightly, pinning him down in the spread eagle position. Those flimsy arms doing nothing to keep that monster off his body. It was embarrassing enough to be crushed under a bunny’s paw. The predator turned meek prey by a thumping foot! The thought alone had Marcus whimpering and whining like a lost puppy.

But any attempt to lift it was instant more retaliation from the black stocking, it truly was everywhere. His hand sunk into the squishy pawed sock as he attempted to bench press it off, only able to make indents in the plush toe before giving up in quick exhaustion, it was beyond pointless to try and lift this off him. So he resorted to wiggling, trying to escape the middle digit where he had found himself completely immobilized. Another futile attempt, the toe would not budge. But nothing could prepare him as Bea stifled a laugh that rumbled the prison.

He groaned into the damp fabric that had little strands of her brown fur peeking through each little cross-stitch and coated him in her thick fragrance. The heat emanating from her silky stockings were drenched with salty sweat as she wiggled those plump toes back up and down. As if each digit was playing a piano key.

Although to Marcus this was slamming his already sensitive snout into the silk over and over again. Each pick up and drop was like a barbell atop the face. Crushing and mashing was an understatement, this was assault at this point. Smacking the air from his lungs as he whined and cried like a pup, being forced to guzzle down the stinky scent. At this point he was as pathetic as could be, being kneaded like dough against his boss’ foot like some sort of toy.

And nothing could compare to the tightness in his crotch as his meek little cock tried desperately to spring to life as it was shafted back and forth from the boss’ movements. It was sweet and the little mind of his filled with lust once more, remembering he wasn’t able to finish last time. His desires to be part of the cloud like sock, wishing he could be closer than he was before taking a huge whiff of the damp fabric. In and out, with each breath feeling like it would be his last. And that terrifying thought that he might actually pass out under the heavy fragrance of this bitchy bunny was enough to wake Marcus from his lustful dream and do something

drastic.

Almost instantly, he freed his arms into a grabbing maneuver, sinking those sharp claws into the inky black stocking. The little wolf knew she wouldn’t feel that, he figured. It was apparent when nothing happened immediately. He hardened the stomach, and opened that miniscule maw of his to bare pearly white fangs before sinking them deep, the toe laying upon his form.

Instantly, the foul taste of salty musk flooded his mouth, as if having to huff the foul odor wasn’t enough. Now it coated his throat, stained the tongue, and polluted the lungs with its thick scent. The perfume was but a mask that hid the original fragrance: Worn out insoles and pungent sweat from trotting around the office all day were the only flavors they carried now.

And there he sunk his teeth deeply into the fatty flesh like a fine piece of meat. That tight jaw gripping onto the flab like his little life depended on it. With the heavy fabric still stinking of hard work and long hours, it was odd. That sweet embrace made his penis twitch once more to life. Something he regretted and blushed heavily. Crying and moaning that would be no doubt muffled into the hefty object pushing down upon him.

It had mattered not, Marcus was pleasured and slightly aroused by the intimacy of the whole situation and it caused his eyelids to close and take it all in, just for mere moments. The sounds and scent drove him mad to a point that he almost thought of letting go. To be absorbed into the garment of his boss was something he thought would never be horny for.

A rumbling shook the moistened cave thoroughly, like a tremor from the deep underground. It was enough that the wolf had no choice but to force his eyes open wildly. Searching about for any answer before the statuesque claws peeled inwards. No doubt a flex on her part, but then light flooded back into his eyes. Just from the sides and through the cross-stitching of the fabric. Illuminating the familiar soft and squishy hole once more. As fresh air poured in slowly, cool and refreshing. Like seeing the sun and just a glimpse of a clean office wafted inwards after what felt like hours.

The pressure alleviated but for a solid moment as he let his jaw let go of the damp stocking, spitting out fibers of stitching and the horrible flavor. Yet the taste of sweat-stained fur stuck in his mouth like an inkstain. Unable to shake that foul tang of salty paw before it curled upwards and started to slide back out of the toe section… Taking the pup with it.

“H-Hey! Wait!” Marcus shouted upwards, to no avail. Those claws were sunk heavily into the garment cladded foot and he remained stuck, being dragged along the smooth, sodden ground before the lurching feeling of being in an elevator struck him. Vertigo kicking in as everything seemed as if it was in slow-motion, and he caught a glimpse of Bea’s face.

High above the massive cliff of black desk, those rounded mounds of that white work blouse nearly blocking out her facial features. How extraordinary those breasts were at this angle, and the fear of being lost between them caused him to tense up and dig in further on the silky mound. Making the awful mistake of looking down as the gray carpet grew more distant with each passing second. Marcus forced himself to readjust and looked back up at the bunny goddess.

It wasn’t difficult to tell her mood: She had a scowl worn across her lips, must be miles wide, those little bucked teeth peeking out. Perhaps she felt the nibble that Marcus had placed?

Brown eyebrows folded, and her chocolate covered orbs scanned the environment below. Then the world sped back up as she moved her legs inwards jerkingly. The wolf’s grip started to slip as the arms tire, feeling more like a dense lead and cramping together.

It was but a fleeting moment of disorienting madness. Marcus had vision racking and made out streaks of colors and monolithic shapes whizzing by as he felt lighter. Each passing second he grew closer to her. Now being able to see above that chair that was way too big for her, making out the inky tarp of her black skirt and almost glimpsing inside as the rabbit seemingly folded her legs atop the seat, criss cross. Those brown thighs threatening to clasp together, he forced himself to look away and hung onto the digit for dear life before they stopped all at once.

The sudden jerking motion had the puny wolf lose his grip! The inertia carried him through the air, screaming the entire way. It was a tummy lurching experience of free fall and the hair on his back stood on end as he flailed, not knowing if he were to find an anchor or fall to the floor below before that back of his crashed against something soft and plush. Marcus rolled onto his side, before skidding to a halt. Whining face down into the fabric, crying slightly at the experience and hyperventilating from the exhilaration of the impromptu “flight”.

“Hmphhh, I could have sworn it was a rock in there… Oh well..” the titan chuckled, seemingly to herself. These words had Marcus’ tail wagging fervently. Being treated like a filthy speck was somehow alluring in this situation, nothing but lust clouded his mind before pushing against the plush tarp he laid on.

The wolf squinted at the only light source flooding the small pupils, and plenty of illumination there was. A magnificent sight lay before him. Light brown walls covered in a stitched fabric rose around him with tufts of plush that made up the cliff walls, like a valley dedicated to the gods. The sky itself was black as night, stretching firmly until it reached the end of the circular hole with which brightness shone. The interior of her plush skirt.. But that glimmering opening was so bright, it was enough for Marcus to cover his eyes and turn away from it. Its radiance was too much, almost blinding, as was the smell.

Heavy perfume now thoroughly soaked the land and a sense of clean fabric wafted into his nose. It was so pleasant and he sniffed the air in gallons, sealing those lids shut to get wrapped up in it. Nearly falling over in a trance as the warmth in here was similar to that of a humid environment.

Hoping that it would drown out the fragrance of bunny toes that now stained his coat a darker color and tainted his mind. Which was then interrupted by a sour fragrance… Something familiar in a way as he turned around and peered deeper into the crevice.

What lay just a few feet away was the most horrific and horny sight he had ever seen. A huge wall of light blue fabric rose up like a stone bastion. The light peeking through gave enough that one could make out the speckled green and orange dots splattered around in little intricate designs. Marcus had to stifle a laugh as he squinted to make it out: His boss’ panties. Tight as can be, and little carrot decals imprinted all over the heavy cloth wall greeted those worn and tired eyes.

He blushed heavily at seeing how pulled close against her they were. The lips poked through, creating an outline and seemingly breathed a steady beat, up and down like a caged beast being contained. The wolf knew it wasn’t really sentient and that it was her light breaths that caused they’re slight movement. But for a second, he could swear it growled at him.

The twitch in his brain returned and his tiny cock sprung up slightly, desperately wanting to touch and lap at those moist folds like a dog at a water bowl. The mons itself looked to be straining under the thin panty lining. How his imagination ran wild of what it looked like untrapped from the crotch section of cotton.

Marcus shook those thoughts from his head and laughed widely with a small ounce of joy, covering that maw from being too loud. He genuinely would hate to be caught down here of all places. There truly was no helping it though: That snobby bossy rabbit, who constantly carried herself as this uppity and pompous individual. With exquisite and rich taste is wearing the most tacky panties he had ever seen. Seriously? This was the best she had?

Truth be told, he had not always wondered what she wore underneath the smartly dressed business attire, but the wolf expected lace and expensive design.! Not the seemingly cheap wall of cotton that adorned around him.

It stood as a monument, a carrot imprinted one wrapped up completely, and enveloped the contrasting pastel brown walls before a solid rope fell forward at the peak of its curved incline. Revealing itself as the cross-stitched cloth folded and bent, flashing its hue slightly.

It was nothing more than a solid pink ribbon that met the hem of the waistband, tied neatly and primed to be ogled at by anyone who happened to see the woman undress before them. Almost enough to captivate the small canine as he unknowingly took a step forward towards the beast within. And then another, a larger one, his cock twitching and mind tugging to get closer and examine the lips that lie behind the wall of fabric.

His mind raced and thought about what it meant to be in such an intimate place unwanted and uninvited. A superior no less, and how that titanic rabbit would react to finding him here of all places. The interior of a tent-like skirt that reeked of her nethere. Sweet and pungent sour tones amplified here, and stung at the nostrils. Like cinnamon and foul moisture that caked the walls and stained the fibers of hair that surrounded the miniscule wolf. Another step forward was taken.

Marcus’ paws squished upon the plush ground, it gave very little resistance. More like walking on a short trampoline with subtle bounce in each foot as they lifted and planted. No doubt from the tension of her legs being spread, thinning out the skirt and making a makeshift hammock like fiber. It made him even more grateful that those thighs were pulled apart, rather than squashed together, which they most normally would be. Slightly shuddering at the thought of being mashed between heavy fluff walls, if she changed position and decided to cross the gargantuan legs. Certain death would befall him. Suffocated inside a woman’s thighs, how humiliating.

It was then Marcus hit a snag, sending the wolf flying forward and tumbling. Legs over his shoulders, and screaming bloody murder before skidding to a halt along the interior of the skirt. He must have hit a snag and that caused the trip.

Catching his breath and sucking in the air once more filled his nose up with more of the scent. Stronger this time as he peered upwards, spotting the giant panty wall that had laid before him. Springing that penis of his and filling every corner of his fluffy head with dirty thoughts. Scrambling upwards to a position. His clawed digit reached out the towering wall of crotch before placing an open palm against it.

The heat was intense and scalding, enough to pull that hand back and tail wagging at the discovery. The appendage whipped back and forth fervently, like a fan. The decision to touch it once more had him questioning his decisions: This was a deeply perverted place for him to be, no doubt violating any work trust and breaking countless office rules. Not to mention how wrong this whole endeavor has been. But he already survived the gauntlet of well worn heels and plush, stocking cladded bunny paws.

Marcus couldn’t deny that he was clearly in a trance. A deviously horny one aided by the sight, the smell and furnace of radiating heat clouded rational judgment. And without any further delay he pushed that flat snout right up against the plush cotton crotch, below the splitting of the labia lips that hid behind.

The first whiff was almost like an intense swirl of emotions and senses exploding all at once. Sour and stinging against the small charcoal brown nose like strawberries that have been fired in sugar. It stunk and yet replaced itself promptly with an overdose of sweet smelling sugar. Wet with lust and pleasure. No doubt these have been worn all day by her, soaking in any sweat that poured from the tightly packed nethers. It was intoxicating and soon the wolf found his paws pushing and rubbing against the silken cotton. Stroking against it like one would feel out a comfy texture, before he pushed his torso into it. Wishing nothing more than to pierce this wall before him with the incessant cock prodding the plush pad. It's almost mocking in a way, something he could easily peel off her body with two clawed digits, and now? It was more like throwing himself at a wall, clutching and praying to the higher being for the barrier to fall and give way to the treasure inside.

How he wanted to pleasure her so badly, throwing the thought of rescue out of the mind for just a taste of that cunt hidden behind the juvenile looking panty bastion. At this point, he huffed and puffed, cheeks going red and nostrils flaring with insatiable lust. That tiny penis reciprocated meekly and tried so desperately to rip through the dense fibers and cross stitching of cartoonish orange carrots plastered upon her undergarment.

The agitation from the cock below twitched and spurred to life, threatening to burst at any moment as Marcus humped the trapped lips. Tugging in the back of his mind and loins became insatiable at this point. That nose of his, huffing and and tasting every grain of her trapped scent. Pulling in increments of the moist air that was generated by her forbidden lips created an atmosphere of blistering heat that gained in intensity every passing second. In response, beads of sweat gathered and quietly rolled down the fuzzy forehead of the unlikely captor.

“Mfff, y-you like that you stupid rabbit?” He moaned out into the fabric, sniffing wildly into the panty, worshiping it as a peasant would a statue to a goddess. And that's what she was at this moment. Not just his superior in the workplace, but in general. It shed away any dignity that remained. If there was some during the adventure under her fat toes, it was gone now. Marcus submitted to her rule, wishing nothing but to enter this cavern that lay in front of him.

His hips pushed inwards and out, as did the long pink tongue that previously stayed put in his mouth. It lulled around the dense cloth of underwear, parched and wishing to be filled with the nectar of sopping pussy that lay just out of reach by the massive bastion before the pathetic wolf. Something rumbled and rattled the skirt's interior.

“Mfff, oh jeez…” Those booming words rang out everywhere, a hint of feminine tone lingered. It shook the ground and vibrated the walls enough for Marcus to stop all at once, searching around for the source as the walls jiggled and moved subtly. Her breathing clearly picked up, it was audible, and at this size was hard to ignore. There was something else behind those short sucks of air. Rushed, like it was… Lustful.

Marcus stood there shocked for but only a brief moment before a grin crept upon his lips, and his cock stirred below once more. The rabbit was actually feeling his presence and reacting in such a way that it planted horny thoughts into the wolf’s head. Any fear that once struck him for survival turned back into desire to please the gigantic woman hood in front of him. And without further contemplation did he slam his face back into her gargantuan sized crotch. Resuming his motions and letting that pathetic penis stand fully erect. How it wished to pierce the silky cotton and reach the reward beneath, desperately.

The heat grew immensely like an oven, gathering in small visible vapor clouds. The squeaks that escaped the lips of the shrunken wolf reached a higher pitch with each passing breath that he sucked in through those nostrils. Each thrust pushed forward was one aided not only by lust, but by a new desire: To pleasure her.

It was no secret now that she had felt the presence of the coworker beneath her. Not completely aware of the nature of such a feeling as one would have pulled them out from the root and found a shrunken puppy. It was that thought alone that continued Marcus to satisfy the lust he now felt by his superior and continue this endeavor. It meant even more to him that she had no idea the tiny wolf was down here. And yet the ample bunny could feel this, was beyond alluring.

Using those sharp claws to peel at the fatty lips that filled every inch of that carrot imprinted panty. It truly was a beast shackled in a cage from his perspective. Crying to be unleashed as the stitching itself garnered a dampness, growing ever foggier and steamier each second it was trapped.

“T-take this you, bitch!” He cried into the seeping mess of juices that now filled his nostrils, coated in a thick scent of musk and pussy. With Bea’s groan now becoming more of a whine, it was almost impossible to focus on any attempt of safety or rescue. He was to please himself, a mission undertaken in sheer desperate attempt to blow that measly load out onto the cute decorated fabric.

Marcus was growing close to climax, the tightness reaching its max peak and threatening to burst out at any moment. Aided by the moans that were audibly heard now. The source of it being the massive rabbit. Those roars that escaped were piercing to the ears, each one a squeal followed by a shallow whine his heart rate picked. It was a loud thump that pounded in the base of his skull, urging the wolf to continue and not stop until the deed was done. Pressing ever deeper into the thick panty and wanting to be swallowed by it as it gave way to his advances.

Then a heavier form instantly pressed against his back, seizing and causing Marcus to tense up all at once, fidgeting and searching wildly for the force of nature that now held him against her coochie like a vice. It was soft and plush like, but hard and large, like a tree trunk that squashed his body against the damp panty like a fly stuck to the wall.

“Wha?! What now?!” He moaned out desperately as his snout was jammed so tightly into her that he had no choice but to huff in her aroma. It threatened to drown him like those toes below did, not half an hour ago. No doubt her lust grew too greatly and she decided fingers would speed the job up. It was almost deafening now, those massive sighs groaning out from above. Each one deeper and longer than the last.

Marcus’ body was simultaneously rubbed up and down, completely at the mercy of horny bunny fingers. Each stroke had him wiggling and squirming, causing fur to bunch up as the friction forced itself upon the miniscule wolven body. The gigantic panty wall soaked thoroughly now, aided in the slick motion as the boss bunny whined, loudly now. Surely someone would have heard her. Had she not had a private quarter, everyone on the floor would have been aware of what the rabbit was up too. Marcus certainly understood what he did. Each breathy gasp squeaked out was like the mighty wail that rocked the already cramped prison.

The wolf’s body flew up and down, cupped by fatty digits. The immense pressure and heat was almost unbearable at this size. The fear of passing out became a real threat as Marcus’ vision began to wane and speckled stars filled the little vision he now had. Being choked out by the thick aroma of his boss’ pussy and sucking in any air he could get was enough for him to whine with her. Matching the tone and squeal she emanated. Pleasure radiating all over him, made it almost impossible for the wolf to wriggle his way towards the tiny gap her fingers couldn’t cover.

It was like squeezing through a cave system that was trying desperately to keep you there in place. The massive bunny hand pressing and squashing his already wet nose against the sopping fabric, reeking of her juices and slathering the fur in the aroma before reaching his claws out desperately for any handhold. Closing those eyes and crying out for help before the tips of his claws hook onto something elastic and tough.

Marcus forced his eyes open and pulled forward. Hooking a small stitching of the underwear that cupped her lips. The very same cloth that was jammed against her sex. Which was better than where he currently found himself. The material itself was stretchy and was able to be easily with enough force. Using it as a life preserver and peeling away from the fingers before being snagged backwards once more!

It was his tail that was the problem now. Being wedged between the ample fingers. Still caught in her masturbation and was simultaneously yanked with the movement, threatening to throw his grip off the panty.

They no longer were mere bunny digits as they drilled and ferociously tried to bury themselves and the wolf into her crotch. While Marcus, wanting nothing to do with this event anymore, used every ounce of strength he could master to finally pull himself forward. Inch by inch along the cloth, peeling it from her slightly as the force caused the labia to be exposed before SNAP!

The wolf had found his freedom, launching forward as the elastic panty snapped back into place over those gargantuan lips, him along with it. A large slapping sound followed as the garment came back to a resting period. Giving Marcus enough time to breathe in the seemingly fresher air and wipe the grime off before a large groan roared out above.

“Ah jeez, Mfff. Really shouldn’t d-do this now.” The warm and booming voice of Bea rang out inside the infernal skirt prison as the tree trunk sized fingers pushed towards the wolf. Plowing into the chest, knocking whatever oxygen was in his lungs and forcing him backwards before crossing quickly into the threshold of the panty.

Those hooked claws of his refusing to pry from the stretchy band as the rabbit unknowingly plunged him deep into the forbidden valley of plush lips. The wolf cried out, screaming for mercy as he reached a hand out, wanting to not be trapped in here before the panty snapped shut, muffling him all at once as the carrot imprints speckled all over the limited vision. It sealed all the moist air at once. Cutting off any light from the outside world as the only air pumped in was whatever the cross stitched garment let in.

He tumbled and tossed, thrashing about inside the panty and rubbing against the sticky and hot mess of labia. It was almost difficult to make out in the infinite darkness but he could feel it. And the more he punched and kicked at it and its response was to swell up. Then the flood gates opened. And he had mere seconds to brace, pressing his form against the panties crotch before the rabbit cried out in a shrill final moan.

An unstoppable torrent of scalding, messy cum spurted over the back of Marcus, squelching and screeching with each passing moment that it squirted out. A sight and sensation that would be so alluring had he not been the living rag of his boss. Her presence was everywhere, not only in the thick aroma that surrounded the interior of her plush thighs. But the almost screech of pleasure that emanated from her voice as it lulled into a low growl before coming to a complete stop.

The last of her orgasm caking the wolf in one steady stream of liquid before coming to a rest, letting it soak into the gray fur and anything else it could find in the cramped prison. Marcus was now a full spread eagle inside the stretchy panty, completely immobilized as she sat there, unaware of her shrunken coworker who now ended up inside panties. It was almost impossible to see through the fabric. His snout and face jammed right into the crotch section, unable to be pried forward as he whined.

This was karma for letting those intrusive thoughts win, he reckoned. Regret and shame filled him instantly, as did the musky scent of crotch. It was pungent and hung in the air like a gas cloud. Marcus could have sworn he saw steam marks come off the blue cloth, but perhaps it was a mirage. It was difficult to tell if he was sweating, or if it was more of Bea’s juices. Either way, it was thick and incessant, coming from every angle, and squirming about did nothing.

What made this worse is what lurked behind the shrunken wolf. He had a small inkling of what it looked like, but now was scared to wiggle a glance. One could have sworn it was breathing down his neck as the warmth emanated from it felt hot. He dare not stare. For greater shame on him for wishing to pleasure himself with this massive labia. Its hood and fatty walls probably wanted to swallow him whole. It served as a grim reminder that he was a horny little degenerate to a superior. Truly he deserved this punishment at this moment in time.

And there he lay for quite some time before slight movements inside the panties had the wolf scrambling for any sort of anchor. The cum of his boss, now completely dried, had him feeling extremely crusty and exhausted. Not wanting another world ending event to unfold, but the movement had the back of his head rub against the lips, causing slipping noises that squelched with each subtle tremor.

“What now?” Marcus moaned out to no one in particular. It brought a small comfort to vent after all the events. He was the sole blame for it as the brown walls around him began to tremble and shift. The skin pulled and folded as the goddess above moaned out, seemingly moving around. Perhaps she got uncomfortable and needed to readjust? It wouldn’t be a bad idea, since it was hard to tell how long she had been sitting, or the time the wolf has been stuck under here for. Only that the smell was getting his tiny cock off once more. As did the subtle sensory deprivation and lack of light.

It wasn't until Marcus found himself slipping backwards and down the smooth wall of cloth in front of him, the orange carrots racing by as the shift in weight had him scrambling for any footholds, causing immense panic. It was fast, sudden and without any warning as the panties themselves became slack like a hammock, no doubt from the shrunken passenger inside them weighing down on the elastic band. Her lips parting and closing behind rubbed incessantly against his back. Slinking softly, back and forth as his body was pressed and found resting against it. How it put the fear of god in him.

Thoughts rushing through the mind, the many ways he would get stuck or just plain forgotten about inside there. Forever one with her pussy, to be absorbed for eternity within the slimy walls. The only air he would ever get to suck in would be hot, and freshly reeking of bunny coochie. And then it dawned on him that he could also slip in the backdoor…

It was enough to have him squirm in place, thrashing about as much as he could. Rocking the confinement and wriggling around in anger, fear, and annoyance. That foul air that occupied the new prison cell was pungent and humid as a swamp, and built up so quickly into vapor clouds that stung at the lungs. It was sticky as tar, grasping onto any strand of fur it could and thoroughly soaking it in the scent of bunny nethers. The loins themselves were already sweaty and damp from Bea’s trots around the building earlier, no doubt. But now they had a thick furred canine to add to the heat generated, like a heated sponge.

His attempts were immediately stopped when the giantess moaned out once more. It was subtle and came out more like a squeak of a mouse than anything. But it was enough for Marcus to stop any advance. Not because it scared him, but the fluid inside the makeshift hammock moistened greatly, pooling right where his legs rested. He could feel that presence of a puddle boiling with intent to drown its passenger further.

“What is going on with my underwear today?”She spoke warmly, and with a tang of pleasure. The booming voice shook around his cotton entrapment slightly and stirred his loins below once more. It was sweet and alluring, almost innocent in a way. But then the warmth kicked up a few degrees as did his breathing. Each gasp is more shallow and hollow than the last, filling the nose with the moist scent of inner panty cotton. The walls shifted, groaning and fatty fur folding.

It spun all at once, and caused the fibers to loosen slightly, forcing Marcus to grip onto the fabric so he wouldn’t be forced farther down the crotch section. It was a struggle to stay upright during the humongous tremors she caused with each shift and wiggle of that large mass of body she carried.

One could only imagine how easy this task was for the bunny. And how world changing it was for the wolf, he had to see what was going on. This proved challenging, however, As t the blue tinted stitches hugged one another tightly as to let in trace amounts of light. Marcus had but one choice: To force a peek against the panty.

He hardened those nerves and reeled once more in disgust before plastering his face further into the crotch section to get a look at what was going on. Managing to smear that snout against the damp fibers and plunging the eyes to peer through. It wasn’t too difficult and with just a bit of effort, he was able to make out objects. Albeit, blue tinted with speckled orange carrots dotting the landscape. And reeking of the woman’s nethers caused some distraction as he forced himself to take in the sight.

Two massive brown pillars, fat and speckled with strands of hair fibers, spanned endlessly downwards. Longer than anything the wolf had seen and curved in a voluptuous, fatty way. They abruptly stopped when met with two familiar, building sized objects. How they pushed outwards with their blackened hue. The light gleaming off them felt like a mockery towards the shrunken passenger: Her heels. The very same ones he was trapped in not an hour ago now we're so far away, they posed no threat. And yet it still made him shudder about getting trapped in there again. Not that there was any desire to be left inside the insole of a shoe, nor did anyone wish to be mashed up and down by walking rabbit paws.

The vast gray carpet bellowed stretched endlessly before the magnificent leg stepped to the right, followed by the left. Each momentous stride shook the hammock, causing the wolf to slip down further. It created a pocket as the panty went loose from the movements. Cloth wrinkled onto itself as the underwear bunched up. It forced him to anchor atop the cotton on all fours. It was humiliating, feeling more like a wolf pup than a grown adult. But it was the ideal position and allowed claws to be sunk into the stitching to avoid further progress down the rabbit hole. This proved effective, and the subtle bounce from each thunderous step made it manageable to keep in the position.

And it kept him farther away from that tight pussy. One could practically feel the lips part and bend as she trotted along the carpet. Supple thuds and the swaying caused a rocking sensation, threatening to throw the wolf from his makeshift perch and to the thin valley below.

Never to return again.

Sweat beaded on his forehead and the heat emanating from her walking caused it to feel like a furnace. Not to mention how the stench of perspiration mixed heavily with the perfume. It was difficult to pinpoint exactly what its scent was, mixed around and originally lost. Somewhere between pungent feminine musk and that stinging aroma of cinnamon. The kind that reminds of Fall and leaves trickling down across the orange, red, and yellow trees.

But replace those gorgeous sights with that of a bunny’s panties and you’d have the view Marcus had. It had him grumbling slightly, how much power she had before was staggering. And now she had it, literally. Being able to squash out this puny wolf’s existence with a simple thigh press. Or drowning in sex juices being unable to call for help, who would even hear the screams?

That thought alone gave him shivers, and had his cock throbbing once more.

It hadn’t helped that the swaying was causing that manhood to drape across the thin, and silky like cotton. The tip of it, moving across it made it grow gradually in tiny increments. His sensitive nose sucking in any air he could which consisted of her strong musk. How it drove that tail behind him wild, flicking fervently at the idea of being bested by her fat pussy. Forever lost and buried inside her loins like nothing more than dust speck inside this underwear.

“Mff, not now” He whined out, whimpering like a pathetic puppy would. As his penis went rock solid once more and tongue searching for a comfy place inside the mouth. It rolled over the sharp fangs and molars. It wanted to be released and flip around, lapping at the labia.

The transport stopped abruptly, causing his face to go fully into the crotch section once more.

Staining his nose with that dried, and pungent cum.

“Have you seen Mr. Burdal?” The familiar voice asked out, slightly annoyed. Hearing his name had the wolf shudder and freeze up at once. Neurons firing off and rattling inside the base of the skull as he held his breath, not wishing to squeak. To be discovered now off all the places he could be? She would surely fire him, or worse: Drop the poor pup back into the insole of those heels.

“I-I haven’t. Not since the morning.” A masculine voice rang out. Despite being coarse, it sounded unsure. Marcus couldn’t figure out who it was, he was not familiar with everyone in the office admittedly. “Why?”

“That wolf was to be in my office an hour ago,” Beatrice calmly stated. It shocked Marcus to hear how long he had been missing for. Felt more like half the day he had been shrunk for. Or was it because of the constant danger he faced somehow making things feel longer? The puny wolf had no idea, truly. “If you see him, tell that tardy wolf that if he doesn't report in the next hour: its termination. And that I will hear no excuses this time”. There was flair in her voice as it rumbled through her body.

Marcus on the other hand, went beet red in embarrassment and found a bubbling form of annoyance in such. It was a sort of anger that couldn't shake from his consciousness and he found himself shaking back and forth. Tearing up in such fury had the wolf claw and shake inside the thong.

“Late? Late?!” He screeched out, muffled instantly by the surrounding plush walls of her thighs and undergarment as they threatened to close further. It was no matter though, he thrashed about as a child would have a tantrum, cursing obscenities before screeching out above at the waistband. “You bitch! I have been here, in this dreadful office on time, everyday for the past 8 months!” His throat went hoarse from a bellow that was buried deep within. That fury of his could barely be contained at this point as he thrashed and threw punches at the crotch of the panty. Each blow doing nothing but splatting the damp cloth and bouncing back at him, absorbing the anger of the shrunken wolf.

The titanic rabbit’s legs stopped their movement at agin. A sudden jolt that launched his body forward, slamming the front of the torso against the moist crotch section. The force was completely absorbed by the elastic of the panty and had the wolf scouring around for a sense of gravity. Finally finding rest on all fours once more, gasping for a breath as he looks around wildly. Searching for the source of the unannounced stop in stride. Bracing his lungs once more he forced the snout into the panty once more to peek out.

Without warning, two tree trunk fingers snaked up the inner right thigh, searching around and moving past the wolf to snatch the waistband. One of the claw digits fingering its way past the tight elastic to hook into the fabric. The sight alone was enough for the wolf to back up in horrific fear of being sliced by such a massive nail. So much that he didn’t even notice the back of his skull slipping between the lips that lay behind him.

His whole body shaked and shuddered as it made a large splat sound. But nothing could beat the aroma released. The scent itself, he was getting used to. It was fresh, however and fully ripe. He was saturated in it. But To be almost absorbed completely and marinating in the foul air? It was like being drowned in a shallow pool.

It was humiliating as he cowered back from the fatty digit that wormed its way past the banded waist section like it was nothing more than some cloth. Something the wolf struggled earlier to do, including lifting those plump toes off of him seemed a herculean task in itself. Pressing further into her, friction building and the walls becoming slippery from the stimulation he no doubt caused her.

“S-Stupid underwear..” She squeaked out from above and hooked the underwear forwards from, flooding the prison with fresh air from the outside world for mere moments before the cotton below the wolf went slack. The sudden drop was too much and Marcus flipped legs over head, tumbling down the silky panty. It felt like a hill that would never end as he cried out and flailed, arms and legs sprawling to find any semblance of a floor to grapes as being tossed around the circus sized tent of underwear.

It was mere seconds but was closer to feeling like minutes of falling. Seeing flashes of brown, light blue and utter darkness streaked across the wolf’s eyes before he smacked face first into the cotton once more. Groaning out in pain and trying desperately to catch what little air was found here. And then cursing out the name of the rabbit above before flipping around to get some

bearing.

It was incredibly dark where Marcus had found himself now, more so than where he was placed before. The shrunken canine was no doubt still in the panties of his boss, that much was apparent. The heavy amount of fluff surrounding him and the plush floor below confirmed his theory. What didn't, however, was where he specifically ended up until it became abundantly

clear.

Eyes finally adjusting properly to the dim light and two, massive globes greeted the wolf. Its gigantic frame fills every inch of the room, squeezing its statuesque appearance into every fold and crack it could. It caused him to back up in horror as they came together and pulled apart. Back and forth, threatening to over take on another and squishing slightly from the hefty weight of each balanced orb. They contrasted her already tanned legs with their pure white appearance.

But the scariest sight of all was what lies between the fatty cheeks.

A crevice that split down the center of her bum. Like a dark omen that wished to stay as it was, the inky blackness resembled more of an abyss than a part of the anatomy of the titanic rabbit woman. She always had a fairly cute rump, ample size with just enough pudge for some of the others in the office to take a quick glance. Even with knowing the horrible consequence would happen if they got caught for staring.

But this is no sight anyone would willingly take. And Marcus found himself entranced by it, unable to look away. Not in awe of its magnificent form or perfect curvature, but how easily it threatened to swallow his body up. Gobbling it between the doughy cheeks and the hole that no doubt, remained hidden away behind them. It caused the canine to take a large gulp and gather his thoughts. What little brain function was there as he laid on his back against the tight walls of cross stitched fabric cupping his entire body, just staring into the canyon.

And then the scent flooded in, as did the moisture and heat it generated. It seems the rabbit worked up a sweat back here during their travels and it seemed to coat the surroundings like a fog in a marsh. Its thick, pungent aroma formed visible clouds around the already cramped confinement, refusing to clear the light of day as the eye’s adjusted to a new ghastly sight.

The cheeks plunged inwards and suddenly outwards, revealing the puckering hole stretched out subtly before his body. It's dark mass like a warning to stay out of its way. Seemingly breathing up and down as its starfish appearance twisted and grew with each passing second. It was enough to send shivers down the wolf and caused him to back up in fear, going nowhere inside the tight confines of the panty.

He audibly gawked at the tight butt as it seemed to stare back with ill intent, where both entities were locked in an impromptu competition. Each contender unwavering in breaking their concentration on one another. He wished to keep a close eye on the beast, less it ate him whole. Marcus being mere centimeters from the taunting hole. He knew how badly it wanted to consume the little body that lay defenseless out in front of it.

It wasn’t long before the floor beneath became tight once more, flinging Marcus further up into the fluffy buttcheek where he splatted against the pudge of white-furred wall. Knocking any wind out of him once more as the force of the elastic plastered him against the bum. Bea must have finished adjusting her panties and was onto the rest of her day. While Marcus cursed out and groaned, being too scared to move when the opportunity became right, and now found himself trapped against the rounded ass cheek.

He could only imagine the other workers attempting to get a glance at her petite behind now, unaware of the micro wolf trapped within the damp cloth as she strutted, hips swaying side to side. Such movement rocked the padded room with each thunderous step she took, only being able to be grateful that there was available space to roll around the cheek section. For greater terror gripped his brain at the mere thought of being jammed up into that tight crack. To be lost among the anus of the now titanic boss. Life story cut short by two massive bunny buns.

Perspiration started to soak in at this point, with each wobble of the fat globe pressing its foul scent into the wolf’s fur. Tainting and staining the already matted strands of hair from previous adventures within an office heel and the front of her panties. One would think the former position would be more of a welcoming change from the last. If not for the tight cloth that threatened to squeeze the breath out of him, it was the aroma that was found back here. Thick, swampy, and oozing out of every single fiber. A mixture of musty, overworked sweat that leered around and filled the lungs, plunging the prisoner in it.

Marcus released a grunt, slowly and rumbling in an annoyed way. How he cursed the rabbit above as she continued her trek around the office cubicles, stopping every few seconds before moving on. It made this new prison cell almost unbearable as the panty rocked back and forth like a wooden ship out on the sea during a storm. Making the passengers sea-sick, lurching from side to side in a neverending push and pull. He would upchuck if he could, but was too busy at the moment, drowning in pudgy bunny cheeks.

His body completely spreading eagle against the globe wasn’t just humiliating, but also kinky in a twisted way. It caused the miniscule wolf to reflect and bask in the glory of the entire situation as a whole. Here he was, trapped inside the now gigantic pair of the boss’ thong. At the mercy of her every unknowing whim and movement. Forced to suck in the foul air of the perspiring bunny rump that he was pinned against. Easily the most intimate garment to be imprisoned and rolled around in.

The cloth itself was worn, with little dust clumps speckled around. Meaning that this specific underwear was used a lot. The very fabric itself seems to have been lost in between the cracks and small crevices for some time now. The undergarment already was damp and soaked thoroughly with her scent, enough to drown anyone. Pheromones wafting into the nostrils of Marcus had him stir around, what little he could. It was wriggling like a worm in the spread eagle position that freed that cock of his once more. Finding its stiff form once more, as it attempted to pierce the plush cheek of ass with its pulsing and incessant tugging.

“Pl-please, not now…” The wolf whimpered pathetically into the ample wall. A mistake on his part. Those cries were instantly muffled and his lips graced some of the sweat that gathered there. It was heavy, and pungent, reeking of a hard-day's work and coating the throat with its warmth and slightly quenching the parched wolf’s tongue. He hadn’t realized how thirst gripped that mind until now, and plagued his thoughts from this point onward. Cock twitching to life every few seconds, like a berating beast that needed more stimulation.

Hips started to gyrate on their own and the musky entrapment once more became pleasurable as Marcus’ mind flooded back with horny canine energy. The tongue lapping out and lips suckling at the rounded cheek, for any moisture that gathered there. The heat building and beads of sweat pooling upon the forehead once more as he huffed in every foul cloud of her steamy panties. Exasperated grunts left his throat and were instantly replaced with the salty water that stuck to the white fur like glue.

He was nothing more than a dog at this moment, lapping up the rabbit’s ass sweat like a puppy at his water dish. Loving every second, as was evident from his fluffy tail. It wagged to and fro as best it could. The silky cloth keeping it properly squashed against the rump it remained stuck to. It was a plain and simple fact that her elastic waistband struggled to keep both her ass and the wolf entrapped. One could only imagine the strain it was giving, and the panty line that no doubt adorned the inky black skirt that was paired. Although in a way, it made her more adorable in appearance only.

Though the wolf knew her secret now. That under all that big mean boss talk, and stature. She was a cute little rabbit who had carrot imprinted panties. And it drove the tiny passenger crazier with lust. His breaths picking up with each massive step the bunny took, unknowingly smooshing him sideways and threatening to push him deep within the massive crevice that the globes created. His digits twitched and forced around, grabbing clumps of short fur to anchor.

How he wished he was normal sized to give this plush ass a clean slap. The canine wanted nothing to do with going further into that abyss, fearing what would happen if he did.

Instead he braced with each thunderous tread and wondered about a potential escape, trying his best to shake any thoughts of fucking this gigantic rabbit. Oh how he wanted to now, where as before there was only disdain easily replaced with an insatiable appetite for some puffy bunny pussy. But unfortunately he is getting a full tour of the backdoor, much to dismay. Being jammed up against her bum crack was not a thought he wanted to think about.

Nor would anyone have to ponder about it for long, as the wolf could feel himself being shifted with each gargantuan stride and pace she kept. Being kneaded along the left buttcheek, rolling his entire body across the damp fur. Its scent of perfume and hard working rabbit ass was near intoxicating. Growing stronger as Marcus could physically feel the pudgy cheek’s decline. There was no denying his trajectory of the giant crevice as the aroma started to form heated clouds of vapor, threatening to choke the wolf in its pungent state. The rabbit’s movement ceased immediately causing an unfortunate chain of events to unfold.

All at once did the cloth behind him become slack, forcing his body to tumble downwards in a sharp, jerking motion. Marcus was prepared this time, however and managed to not only keep his sense of gravity, but those muscular arms were used to anchor. Straining against the fat booty that threatened to eat his arms whole as they sunk deep into the silver-white hair fibers. The task was strenuous, and laborious. But it was all worth it to him, to not go any deeper or further into the cave, for he groaned and strained, holding back the last place anyone wanted to be. After being kneaded and pressed against the humongous doughy buttocks, the wolf now kicked his legs away from it. And forced his face as far back as possible. For what laid before them was a horrific sight.

The two globes came together tightly here, leaving a ginormous slit that cascaded from the top, all the way down the middle. From what little light gathered here, one could easily make out the puckering form that lay before. Bea’s anus. Its rounded and crinkled structure felt like a living creature. It opened and closed, those moist walls contracting and expanding, as if it was breathing. The panty no doubt bunched up here after being juggled across her nethers all day. It was almost impossible to think clear thoughts from just the sight alone, but nothing could be done about the rotten warmth that emanated. Her aroma was everywhere here, the thick, swampy scent of heated buttocks and perspiration was on full blast into the wolf’s snout.

The beads of sweat that dripped down his forehead had an intense heat to them. It created a humid slicked up surface to everything, becoming oily and slippery. Frontal paws struggled to keep that anchor point that the wolf had made. And that breathing became faster and shorter with each passing moment. The floor became loose, less pressing, but still came off as a huge cotton wall that threatened to fold and get swallowed in that massive bum crack of hers if the woman so much as flexed the glutes. And a quick glance upwards revealed the largest poof ball one had ever seen.

Sticking just above that giant anus was her tail. It rose up and outwards, a thin stripe of white that blended into a warm pastel brown, donning the sides and most likely the top of its rounded form. No doubt it stuck out from a hole in her clothing. One could consider it cute had they not been just inches away from the smelly hole of a titanic giantess. The sphincter grew and shrunk with each passing second, as if taunting the wolf further, and wanting to plant a kiss.

It caused Marcus to wretch at it, biting the lip and doing his best to not only be consumed by the structure, but ignore the stirring in his cock. It desperately tried to reach out, twitching and straining to stand up completely.

“Seriously not now…” He groaned out once more, having this happen again was too much turmoil and it clouded his judgment. Like a tugging at the back of his mind and how badly his penis wanted to be pumped out and rubbed. Specifically against the ample flesh, drowning in her pheromones and reveling in this drenched prison. Yearning to roll around in the softest prison imaginable. Resisting the urge to grip the pathetic erection and blasting a measly load of cum proved extremely difficult, even now. As he stared at the drenched ass in front of them, its scent drove anyone wild, even more than her crotch.

The wolf could already hear his coworkers and associates laughing. Just reveling in the irony of the situation and the position as a whole. A canine stuffed into the back of a woman’s panties and face to face with an asshole nearly 3 times their size. The tip of his nose quivered, wanting to be fully opened and utilized for just a quick whiff. Maximum lust and curiosity now plagued the mind, and any conceivable thoughts of escape were but a distant goal.

The rumbling of the titanic cheeks stopped abruptly, it was a great force and the sudden motion ceasing had the cheeks jiggle in recoil. It nearly shook the wolf from his perch that he had made. However, those arms barely strained and instead started to relax a bit. Breathing out a mighty sigh of relief at the brief break she no doubt had taken.

It was hard, nearly impossible to make out what she was saying or doing. Most likely talking to another coworker. So Marcus let his body rest forth, slumping backwards into the elastic type fabric and using it to cushion for whatever came next in their adventures. The dimly lit confinement itself had been rolled and jammed from her ass, causing there to be wrinkled felt tightly bound in a single spot. Bea most likely had a wedgie, and it constricted on the one spot Marcus was now in. He just prayed to anyone who was listening that she didn’t attempt to pry it further or yank it up high. The humidity gathering slowly was easily dissipating, being absorbed backing into the fuzzy fur and into the tiny passenger as well. It was slick, and dampened anything it was melded into.

It made the wolf grumble before there came a large crash, causing him to jump and his spine to stand up on end, looking for the source of the noise, not seeing anything that could have caused such a thunderous rupture.

“Oh shoot!” A sharp voice pierced easily through the padded prison. It was Bea who called out in such a way. Did she feel the wolf finally? And all it took was wriggle and writhe in her thong to be aware of him? It filled the wolf with a passion to be rescued and he dug those sharp claws of his into the ample flesh and shake.

“B-Bea! I’m in here, back here!” His throat was hoarse and exhausted. Those desperate cries of help most likely went in vain, being absorbed quickly into the fatty walls that lay around.

And what happened next was quick, almost inconceivable.

“Dropped my pen…No worries, I can get it”. The familiar voice of the rabbit rang out once more. Almost in a responsive manner to the pleas of the wolf. And those words had him panic, looking around wildly as the landscape drastically changed.

The walls started to contract, becoming even more cramped than it was before as the panty wall behind became tense once more. The stitching being pulled apart created a more harsh surface, the cotton unbunching as it seemingly pushed Marcus forward. Much to his surprise as he wildly looked around for the reason for this dramatic change. Her fat tail wagging slightly and lifting, making the anus open up, like a flower blooming. Its once wrinkled and hidden form came into full view and threatened once more to gobble up the wolf. His anchor failed him as the cheeks spread apart, panty becoming tight all at once. The hem stretching outwards.

Those eyes went as wide as they could and his spine shot up as his trajectory seemed locked in. No wiggle room below the cotton floor to scurry to the front as it was pulled tight and the world shifted forward with the immense amount of weight and heft the rabbit had. The confine had acted like a sponge and the forms of both the asscheeks and thong collided, squeezing all the moist heat and aroma into the fur of the wolf. The squelching noise only proved that point further as he was pressed forward, no longer being able to avoid it as the ass came closer and closer to contact.

“No, NO! Please!” His vain last pleas were all but ignored as his nose hit the pink hole with enough force to knock anyone out. His head spun and stars were forming around the frame of vision, racking focus as the horrific scent of her large behind came in full swing. That pungent crack that choked out the wolf was soaked thoroughly in the moist, swamp-like air of perspiration. Then after the release the scent of sour, reeked outwards and consumed the thoughts. Only managing to whimper out a high pitched cry into the plush walls.

Soaked panty bunched up as she bent downwards to retrieve her lost utensil. Causing massive distress for Marcus as the head started to pass into the massive tunnel that lay before his body. Those arms now weakened greatly from straining before remaining at his side, and became quickly pinned to those bony hips of his. The nose pressed deep into the clustered wall and he groaned as the cave engulfed every inch of the fuzzy torso. It was like being eaten by a creature that was insatiable. Wanting more and more as Marcus felt himself pass through the moist walls.

His teeth clenched as the fraction force upon the body was nearly painful as the rabbit bent downwards. It was a fast movement, giving him no time to brace as she completely went cheeks down, knees bent and bum lowered to the carpeted floor. The skirt she had worn today was tight as it could ever be, and perhaps, was 2 sizes too small for the larger frame she had. The crampness inside her clothing could not only be seen but felt. Before it all stopped at once, leaving the wolf’s legs to be free from the stench ridden prison as it consumed only half his body.

The darkness was intense, a pure pitch black nightmare that couldn't be described fully. There was nothing to it, not even sound. The only thing senses could make out was the feeling of being trapped in the steamy hole and the scent that threatened to choke anyone out. And how it felt like being inside a creature. The walls contracted and expanded only slightly, forcing air out of the lungs of the wolf. It made breathing a laborious task and he gasped and writhed as much as he could. His physique being nearly battered by all the events that took place across the few hours he has been stuck with the bunny. All at once his body became slack and was absorbed by the rumbling of that ass he found himself stuck in.

The sweat only caused the body to be pushed in and out slightly but not enough to slip out. His feet touching the outside of the panty just hardly reaching with his toe claws. It felt like it was grazing concrete, how thick the floor felt outside the smelly cave. Breathing out his mouth for he dare not utilize those keen nostrils of his. After touring the nethers of the gigantic rabbit boss, the last thing any canine would want is to whiff the abyss itself. Being on just the outside, maybe. But this was too much. So there he lay, grumbling as she trotted around the office.

Marcus began to wonder how much longer this would go on, this entire day has been hell. Being stepped on, lost among the interior of a skirt, and now shoved up the ass of his boss was beyond what he expected from a Tuesday. Sure, there was a bad feeling upon coming in late this morning and his attitude definitely played no small part in the punishment he was receiving. Being the horny wolf he was, and causing her to react in that way when stuffed by her crotch was immediate karma. If only he used that time at her desk to try and get her attention, perhaps discovering a way to climb up her blouse wouldn't have had him stuffed inside some tacky looking panties. But that would have proven just as useless. He could have gotten lost in her thick bra, or mashed between massive tits.

There was a decent amount of time to reflect on the choices and circumstances that led the puny wolf to this extremely uncomfortable position before the walls themselves became slick, no doubt from the sweat that filled in any available space. It was enough to feel a loosening sensation, as his arms pried out from their stuff form, feeling the somewhat fresh air outside of the stingy hole. Marcus had hope again and began to frantically swing that arm and fist to find a grabbing point once more.

It was almost futile, as each attempt to grip the fat of the outside did nothing but bounce off. Finding anything to hold onto wasn’t going to be an easy task, and he was blind. Swinging around that open fist almost drunkenly. Each try managed to hit the fleshy wall of the anus, and halted progress. It was too smooth to grab, but with time he could feel himself slip outside of the hole. The wolf was seething angry and ready to give up before managing to clump onto some strands of fur just above the lining. Just a handful, white knuckled and refusing to let go, he yanked.

Hard as the miniscule and sore wolf could, he pulled and pulled until he could feel his other arm come loose. Once again did he use the same tactic to grasp onto a holding point and start to seek the freedom one desired. Ignoring all the strain and burning the muscles made, clearly his body telling him how exhausted this is. Her ass not wishing to give up its prisoner clenched up at once, shocking the trapped prisoner as the walls came crashing back inwards.

How it squeezed all the air out of the lungs and forced a cry in pain.

Marcus gagged and coughed out in a fit, nearly losing his grip and undoing the miniscule progress that was made. But he steeled his stomach, regripped the fur outside and strained under the task. Pulling and tugging as hard as he could. The aching muscles now dissipated as adrenaline took over, feeling himself be pried free from the smelly prison. Grunting, as more of his body was slowly becoming freed of the black abyss until the slightly cooler air reached his chest and with one more strained tug of the strands POP!

There was an audible noise as the wolf’s body tumbled out of the bum and back into the loose panty that lay in the ruin amongst itself. A sudden force that had his body writhing and wriggling along the cross stitched fibers, enveloping the entire form of the wolf as it gave a hammock-like bounce once more. His form became almost lost again, as the silky panty came together to cup the limped body of the canine. Tossing him around like a chopped salad and being thrown about the cramped space. It nearly made the poor passenger sick and he finally found solace by digging those sharp claws into the stitching to steady the bouncing.

Something was off, more so than before as the pace from the swirling cheeks began picking up in speed. Smashing against one another like a mighty tidal wave, they ricocheted with the immense plumpness and fat given off by such a mass. And created a faint slapping noise as they forced one another apart.

The wolf, wanting nothing to do with the massive globes clapping back and forth, attempted to shrink back into the cloth that held him in place. Marcus fur was beyond tarnished , it positively reeked of the sweat stained ass that accompanied the cramped room. Those butt cheeks slamming against one-another created a rhythmic crashing noise. Something similar to that of a clapperboard, but on a scale to that of a cataclysmic rabbit bum. It was soft in a way. No doubt the ample hair and flabby flesh accompanying it was absorbing the noise.

Her pace clearly was picking up speed and it frightened Marcus to no end. It passed that suspicion of trotting around the office. This movement was deliberate and rushed in a way, before all at once stopping completely in a sudden but brief halt.

Barely any sound rang out, naught but the faint rushed beat of a steady heart thumping about wildly and incessantly. Marcus was unsure of who it was, Bea’s or his. And so he swallowed the lump that formed in the throat and waited patiently for something, anything to happen.

Is she fiddling around with her waistband again? If so, the wolf was ready for it this time.

Digging those razor-like claws into the padded panty and utilizing his legs to brace for impact.

The strangest thing followed however: The globes shrank back and the floor below Marcus dropped suddenly with a quick jolt. So forceful, in fact it already shook him from his perch as the thong’s wrinkles came undone and small, sharp light flooded in. It sent the shrunken canine sprawling forward and tumbling along the smooth surface, back towards the front crotch section before coming to a halted stop. Flat on his snout and groaning out. Shallow breaths followed as one arm clawed forward, followed by the other. Hoisting his body inch by inch towards the front of the prison. The wolf wanted nothing to do with the back of a woman’s underwear ever again, and figured he would take his chances back under the gigantic lips that no doubt awaited him.

However, The ground below him felt like it was being lowered, similar to an elevator, lurching the stomach as it lifted up from the downward movement. It was smooth and controlled. The sounds of the cloth being pulled against those brown pillars was non-existent. Fresh air followed suit and poured in, with its cool and clear scent, forcing some of the salty aroma to be eradicated almost immediately. Vapor clouds dispelling as bright, blinding light struck Marcus’ eyes, causing him to close them tightly. Pain searing from the high intensity of the luminosity it provided. Before his eyes opened back up slowly, forcing to take in the new surroundings.

The light blue cotton floor shined brightly as his paws rested on them, it was pulled taught, and became almost buoyant from being pulled apart as such. Giving a quick glance upwards revealed the immense white sky, dotted with multiple suns that stretched endlessly. Before seeing massive green walls rise around his field of vision. It was almost impossible to judge how far they were, his depth of field being completely rattled by hours spent in the dark abyss of bunny panties.

“Is… that some lint?” A clear, warm voice rang out heavily. It boomed and had a commandeering tone to it. Freezing the spine of Marcus and causing him to stiffen up completely, embarrassed and blushing madly. “Wait… That's not…” she sounded confused. How he wished he could shrink down on the spot he was now, completely invisible to those prying eyes that no doubt bore down upon him.

But he swallowed any pride and forced his body to flip around, in all his glorious naked form. Before nearly falling off the side of the leg hole the panty had made. And catching a good look at the floor below him. A massive black tent pooled at the base of her magnificent, albeit stubby legs. Crinkled and folded against itself. That skirt, which looked absolutely daunting to get lost in, cascaded into the multi-tiled floor that sprawled everywhere. The short field of underwear laid out before him, dotted with a minuscule puddle of damp sweat that it soaked up. It that was illuminated now almost looked tiny compared to being tossed around in the darkness for so long. But a more horrifying, and magnificent sight awaited the fuzzy canine when he peered upwards.

He had to crane his neck, just to make out what lay above, for what could have been miles away was a pure white dome of white. Gleaming and shining off the artificial sun that reflected its rounded form. Its presence demanded to be seen and ogled before something else took its place. The structure of tan columns that shot up, caressing the edge of the bowl and bending downwards to form the pillars the wolf had previously seen.

Eyes trailed further up the structure before spotting the all too familiar white blouse. Nearly bustling from the heft of those breasts trapped behind them. Her puny neck was hidden by the rounded face. Bea’s once pudgy and pinchable cheeks came off domineering and billboard sized, causing the wolf to gulp in fear. Before those black framed glasses were pushed up the pink nose, hiding her eyes behind a pane of shine. Those elongated ears drooped downwards. “No. Way…” Her warm voice came off shocked.

All at once did her frame push forward, leaning downwards and revealing those eyes once hidden behind the pane of glasses. Massive orbs of chocolate brown gazed upon the naked body of the wolf. How that judging stare felt way worse now that he was more vulnerable than ever. Almost embarrassed in a way as they searched the contents of the thin panty. And there was nowhere to go, he couldn’t even run away. There was the option to hoist his body down to the floor below, but that would mean certain death. Instead, he braced and tried to speak up at her, wishing to explain himself before the worst would happen.

“Thank goodness you finally found me. I…” He trailed off, not being able to complete them, and struggling to find the right words to say. Other days he thought himself as sly as a fox.

But now that charm was suddenly drained out.

“Marcus? Y-Your….” She sliced through his train of thought as the titanic rabbit lowered those tree trunk fingers down towards his body. Invading any personal space between them, as if there was any left.

They were hasty, most likely to remove him from the damp, stained prison of feminine prison as promptly as possible. Pinching his torso with a small amount of force, it was not unlike being squashed between massive couch cushions. His arms grasping onto the edges of those fingers for support as the woman lifted him up and out of the smelly undergarment. Vertigo struck almost instantly as he made the simple mistake of looking down. Legs dangling free and watching the floor become more distant.

“It felt like there was a pebble in my clothing all day! Badgering and pestering my…” Bea claimed and pushed up her glasses once more. Her words became calm, and her eyes darted to look anywhere but at the miniscule wolf.

It was Marcus then, who blushed with the bunny goddess that held him there. Her magnificent, adorable face was rounded, like a perfect circle. The stout muzzle and puny whiskers flicked about and her nose sniffed at the air rapidly. She rolled and kneaded his matted fur, no doubt she could feel how crusty it was, sticking to each fiber of itself like glue. That pink nostril whiffed heavily, sucking in the air and wrinkling back. Crinkling in slight disgust and squeaking out an audible groan at it. He had locked in the scent of paw, butt, and vagina like a sponge. And it was all around him like a pungent, but invisible aura.

“I’m just so glad you noticed me!” His words spilled from his mouth without any thought, just overjoyed. “See, your office was empty, I let myself in. Then-”

“So you were with me… The entire time….” Bea cut him off completely, and so sternly the wolf had no choice but to shut his mouth. Swallowing a lump in his throat at the realization.

Those digits started to tighten up, closing around his chest and causing him to cough in a small fit. “Even when there was that short break in my office to-”. That grip became harsher, as her eyes narrowed, brow furrowing in annoyance. As if this wasn’t anything more to her than another one of those grueling performance reviews. And not a total domination over a co-worker who is completely at the mercy of his giantess manager.

“P-P-please..” Marcus managed to gag out, hoping the goddess would take pity on his plight and forgive him for poking around her personal quarters. But those chocolate orbs were unwavering and judging vividly. Burning brightly, and threatening to disintegrate him where he stood.

“All this time, that squirming and ‘wedged’ feeling I had. Was just a perverted little wolf crawling about my panties?” She asked, shaking him back and forth between the tips as the now jaded wolf’s vision wavered. He gasped at the sudden jerking motion, wishing to explain himself as he cleared the throat, ready to defend and anger bubbling inside his chest. Wishing to be

released.

“Absolutely not! I didn’t plan to end up like this! If anything it's you-” Marcus trailed off quietly, remembering all the disgusting thoughts of perversion he willingly subjugated against that massive body of hers. It was nearly sickening to think about and caused the wolf to reflect on his decisions. A brief moment that wouldn't last for mere seconds as she spoke in retaliation.

“Why, you little fucking lech.” The rabbit’s eyes rolled, ‘Many, including yourself, looked upon me as I passed them in this very office. And at this point it's beyond disgusting ’. There was a matter-of-fact tone in her voice that felt stinging and bitter. ‘Fawning over a rabbit like myself? Shameful. And shrinking yourself? Wrongful!” She promptly added.

He was definitely in the wrong and felt it, however. This angered him, and it bubbled inside the wolf’s brain until he shouted upwards at her.

“That is!.. Not..” Almost instantly did he retract that fury toward the massive rabbit. She had him between her fingers, and at the utmost mercy of them. Not wishing to put himself in a worse situation then he already was.

“Then you understand how awful this looks on your part?” Her face contorted with the question that was thrown the wolf’s way. And that became a reflection on not only his actions, but that employee relationship they must have once had. “A fellow worker of mine, someone under me has been shrunken by one of our prototypes, sent to myself FROM upper corporate. Privately, I might add. No-one was to know of its existence” There was a grueling tone in that voice, her face refusing to let go of the frown in sport since he was found inside her panties.

“We don’t have to tell anyone about this then. Surely!” Marcus bargained, in hopes that it would get him out of further trouble. But it seemed futile, those fluffy, long pointed ears drooped downwards. A true sign that any bunny wasn’t happy hearing what the wolf was trying to sell. “We could grow me back to full height, and pretend this little incursion never happened. Within a short time, this could all be put past us.” Marcus offered, “I promise to not speak a word of this to anyone”.

Bea’s eyes scrunched up and looked away, and one could almost see the invisible cogs in between her brows turning. Weighing the choice and option the puny little employee had offered her. Before clearing the throat, speaking clearly.

“Hmph. No.”

“No?... NO?!” It took a moment to process the response. He certainly wasn’t expecting something so short for someone who just finished railing him for everything he has been doing wrong. It truly was just another review for her. She pushed her glasses up and reached a manicure claw against that fat, almost bursting white blouse. Those fingers found a button, the large disk twisted back and forth before it popped outwardly, causing the pastel brown fur to launch forward with a mighty jiggle. Bea’s breasts threatening to overspill and lash out, it caused Marcus to audibly gulp.

“You see, anything you were hoping to offer or bargain, is nothing but a trifle attempt to escape punishment from myself.” Her normal high pitched voice became low and smooth, breathy as well. As if she was getting excited. Another finger unlatched the next button, swinging forth a peak at a massive bra, desperately hugging those titanic mountains in. They wanted to burst so bad, and the jiggle from the snap back of the second button being undone hadn’t helped.

Marcus wrigled back and forth within her grip and tried desperately not to get hard. But that hue of blue that laced the frills of the bra cup were so adorable and matched her thong. And the memory of that aroma of being squished against her moist lips and damp fabric was too much. The tiny, and saggy penis tightened and grew slowly, making the wolf cry and whine out

in protest.

“Called you into my office today to terminate your contract with my department and this company all together” Her words were clear, and cut through like a sharp knife. It sent a jolt of pain and shock and sadness at the wolf. Of all the events that happened today, being fired was the last thing on his mind of ever happening. “Your performance has been slacking, attendance is lackluster at best.’ Bea’s face lowered closer to Marcus’ sightline. Its gargantuan almost billboard size made him cower in fear as her eyes scanned him up and down judgingly. “And to top it all off, you just got off for the past hour along my body”. She finished sternly, and yet blushed slightly. Perhaps she managed to catch a glimpse of his puny little cock as it twitched and sputtered about meekly.

“F-F-Fired?” He blinked quickly, ‘Are you firing me right now?”

“Thought that was pretty obvious, yes” The rabbit snapped back just as fast. Those fingers worked on the 3rd button. This one proved the most difficult and her face contorted into anger before it popped loose and the full heft of that chest swung forward, bursting open the white blouse and parting. Revealing the carrot-imprinted bra. It was even more adorable, than those panties he became entangled in.

Their rounded form was not unlike a dome, wrapping around the ample boob it held, the center gore had a tiny little white bow, neatly wrapped up. And the straps dug into her shoulders harshly, no doubt from the heavy and immense weight each cup’s task was. It was a magnificent sight and Marcus could not peel away, and neither could his throbbing cock, anxious to be rubbed out once more.

“Mr, Marcus! Caught you staring.” She snapped, it shook him and he forced those eyes away. “Not that anybody could blame you. These are gonna be your new home, afterall”.

“New home?” He blinked confused, before fighting it out, ‘Please, listen. This whole thing never happened. We could return to normal, and I will pack up my things like I never worked here!” The wolf pleaded upwards at her, before she shrugged.

“See, as good as that plan sounds. I think there is a better option’, She cooed outwards and wasted no time moving her fingers toward the plush left cup. Peeling it forward and revealing the damp white fur before letting it slap against her with a loud giggle. “Whoops, that was an accident” She pulled the cup forward once more and tipped the fingers down, showing off the massive abyss that lay below.

“HEY, what do you think you're doing!” Marcus shouted.

“Shhh. You're so awfully vocal now. Don’t want anyone checking out this bathroom stall, do we?’ She retorted with pouty lips, pursed together to mock him further. “Besides, I want you to get acclimated as fast as possible. You were to be terminated today, that much was to be done. What I hadn’t planned was how much I enjoyed having you squirm along and under me’, she began to add even more insults. ‘I mean, you couldn’t even lift my plump toes off yourself. That's so cute! I’d be silly to let a morsel like yourself go that easily'' She pushed her bangs back with a single manicured nail “You're going to be my new pet!”

Marcus didn’t even get a chance to defend himself before being tipped into the plush cup. His body tumbled along the smooth cloth, before smacking into the rounded form of her massive globe. Those sensitive ears pressed against the flesh and could hear a subtle, but heavy heartbeat thump before the aroma of perfume surrounded his nostrils. It was nearly drowning and he coughed out the scent of cinnamon and sweat before it filled again once more. His entire body was being absorbed by its massiveness and fatty nature.

“Oops, too low..” That voice rang out before the padded wall behind became pushed up, forcing Marcus upwards in a jerky fashion. He let out muffled screams as his form was tossed up and down before making contact with a pink, fleshy surface. It was rounded, like a disk, and covered almost a fourth of the entire wall of breast. It was her teat, that pastel and pointed tip shrank and grew, most likely due to the changes in temperature before his snout was jammed against it. “There you go, right up into my nipple” She whined out in a breathy moan.

Marcus cried out, trying to beg for mercy as the pressure against his skull felt immense and too much. It was a total change in behavior. Sure she was bossy and probably enjoyed being above others in the totem pole, but now she quite literally was above the puny wolf. And she clearly enjoyed it. He glanced upwards at her and those eyes beamed down, fixated on his body and salivating at the maw. Bea’s tongue flipped about, lapping at her own supple lips before pulling back and suckling and feeling out her square teeth.

“From now on. Your new role to me is my pet. You will be fed and cared for. And in return I won’t squish you like the bug you have become.” Her voice was low, a whisper. But loud enough for Marcus to hear clearly ‘When we get home, I think we will get you acclimated to my scent. A dip in my gym shorts, then you’ll get acquainted with the other toys” She giggled out, finishing that sentence while the wolf struggled and fought against the fatty breast. Hoping to escape.

“Wait! That's not fai-’ His words were cut off as she let the cup slam shut. Sealing him within a darkness of plush bunny fur and steamy sweat that plastered and soaked his own fur equally. He could faintly hear the buttons being pushed back into place before his new prison shook gently and the rabbit goddess above cooed out.

“It's not like anyone is gonna miss you here. So be a real good worker for once and make sure you keep quiet. We still have 6 hours in the day left, Wolfy” Her muffled voice echoed in his mind as the padded bra behind forced his snout deep into the nipple to be wiped back and forth like a windshield cleanser. He could do nothing as his erect cock was pinned below his spread eagle pose, unable to be reached, but rocked gently enough that it stimulated him to cum again for the 3rd time today.

It was too much to handle, this new life he was to face. Not to mention the muscles ached and eyelids began to droop, her breasts rocked about lullingly in a trance and the added warmth of it all was enough to make him start to doze off. She would come to her senses surly and grow him back promptly, this was just a sick joke Bea was playing! Marcus theorized. Her heartbeat became a gentle rhythm and within a short amount of time, the wolf had found himself falling asleep. Not knowing what was next, nor caring as his body only needed a reprieve from all the dangers and tribulations it had faced today. And any thought to fight it was quickly shaken with the room he found entrapped in. That perfume that was choking now became a soothing relief from the outside world as he started to doze in his boss’ blouse.

…

Marcus had no idea how long it had been since the bunny captor took him away from that clean office setting. Being promptly dropped into her apartment and put to work. She and him found a routine that they fell into. But with much conditioning needed. The wolf easily and willingly became her pet in due time. After constant hissy fits and being tortured for not being obedient, he figured out it was just easier to submit to the massive woman and did her every whim.

It was all up to the boss where he was at any given moment in time. Sometimes it was stuffed into a sock in her massive building-like dresser, and other times he was placed inside a lockbox for “safekeeping”. Though it was any wonder what she was keeping the canine safe from. She lived alone and dated no-one. The apartment she dwelled in was large enough. It might have been small for him at regular size, but his new shrunken state proved it to be a large field, with an equally massive kitchen, living room area, and separate bedroom.

The bedchamber is where he often found himself in. Getting up close and personal with the rabbit’s belongings. Not out of horniness or boredom. But necessity. Often she would give him the task of cleaning up her discarded clothing. The ones she would toss off after using them all day with a mighty thud, before stepping over the puny wolf and going to the couch to relax.

While Marcus has the arduous job of moving the circus tent sized bra, panties, and other garments of the titanic rabbit.

His reward for doing so, would be admittance into her toy drawer for the night and used. It almost always left his body battered and beaten, and dripping in her scent for the entire rest of the week.

Not that he was complaining though. Life as her pet had its perks. He was fed, cared for and washed often. Not having to worry about anything but pleasing Bea. It gave him solace in bringing happiness to his new mistress. Wishing to gorge in her fantasies in any possible way and being rewarded as such.

Even now as his naked body springs slightly from moving last night’s gym socks, a smile formed upon his lips. He enjoyed the task given to him and took the challenge with grace and grit. Knowing she was coming home soon to see the wonderful progress he has made.

The shrunken wolf finished with the gargantuan pink socks, looking over the cleaned wooden floor that was tidy thanks to his efforts and waddled over to his white ceramic dish. Clambering onto the edge and guzzling down gallons of water to quench his thirst before the massive bastion wooden door faintly clicked. She was home and he swiftly moved next to the bed frame, and planted his butt on the ground. Wishing to greet her when she entered.

Within seconds did her titanic form step through the doorway and close the door heavily. She wore tight black track shorts and a deep wine tank top. Sporting on some workout sneakers as well. Clearly she went for her workout today, as evident by the glistening her brown fur gave off under the artificial sun.

“Wolfy! I’m home for the day!” She called him by the silly pet name that she always did and his tail flipped back and forth fervently as the subtle booms of her foot fell closer. Her eyes scanned the floor before finding the tiny wolf.

“It is good to see you, Mistress” He waddled over to her as she bent down, pressing against the floor as her fingers caressed the top of his head, ruffling the tuft of hair. Then without warning she pulled those worn shorts down her ankles and kicked them off to skitter across the wooden floor. Marcus could only watch as she turned around, stretching those monolithic legs and thumbing the underwear out from the moist bum crack.

“Look Wolfy. I wore your favorite pair today” She cooed down at him, revealing the sweat stained carrot panties. His mind instantly flashed with how it all started, this servitude as a rabbit’s pet. And then changed to notice the moist and drenched form they took. It must have been being juggled between that smooth abyss all day. It caused the canine to sniff the air wildly, wishing for just a taste before the rabbit rolled them down her legs. “I have seen you have been good today as well. So consider this a reward!” And with her final words spilling out, she stretched the elastic waistband into a makeshift slingshot and flinged it hurtling at the wolf.

He stood there and let out a squeak as the bum section smacked into him, knocking him to the hardwood floor below. Vision racking and coming into focus to make out the blue tinted walls that cupped his entire body. Little orange imprints dotted the canvas before he slammed his snout into the fabric and whiffed. All at once did that cock spring to life against the circus tent sized panty as the pungent aroma of her ass wafted through his nostrils. Lapping at the scent of sweaty bunny butt before a giggle erupted from outside.

“Enjoy it puppy, while I go make some grub to eat” Her laugh was genuinely good to hear as he nestled in this filthy prison. Forcing himself on all 4s like a dog and lifting up the waistband to get to the more moist section. Puddles formed from the immense heat that gathered here. Like a makeshift furnace, coated in her thick sweaty aroma. Before his nose hit the crotch section. Little fur strands were left behind, each one varying in length and reeking of her scent.

No doubt from that intense gym session as he rolled around in it, like a cat would a nice bed. Wishing to be forever lost within this filthy panty and make a home out of it. It had him reflecting on his life now.

Before long, Marcus forgot about life in the city, loving every second of being her shrunken little slave to this titanic rabbit goddess. An everyday goal to be at the whim and mercy of Beatrice, wishing nothing more. As was his duty as a good worker to his boss.