title: Bo's New Boy Toys aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Garthyalpha] id: [49003430, 49028010] date: 星期三, 九月 21日 2022, 7:48:37 晚上 modified: 星期三, 九月 21日 2022, 7:59:50 晚上

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Bo's New Boy Toys

Author: Garthyalpha Source: Bo's New Boy Toys - Part 1, Bo's New Boy Toys - Part 2

Part 1

It was early in the evening and Garthy and Xander were at a football game. Actually it was the first, professional game of the season for the Ferocious Felines, a Canadian football team whose players were all some species of large feline. The game itself had ended hours ago, the stadium long since devoid of cheering crowds. Janitorial staff were making their way across the tens of thousands of stadium seats, checking for trash, sweeping up concession crumbs, and making sure no personal belongings had been left behind by the fans.

Xander was an anthropomorphic husky, and Garthy, his boyfriend, an anthro wolf. They were a cute, gay couple, unique in the fact that Garthy the wolf was actually smaller than his husky partner. This, coupled with the fact that Garthy was adventurous and aloof to the point of being silly, helped Xander cement his place as alpha dog in the relationship. Garthy didn’t mind it. He was happy to submit to Xander, slipping into the comfortable blanket of protection it provided.

But with Garthy as the natural submissive, it was often up to Xander to take charge when the two were out in public. And today he was going above and beyond. The husky had insisted the couple make their way down to the bottom of the stands as soon as the game ended. Husky and wolf had fought their way through a crowd of fans thousands deep, all headed for the exit in the opposite direction. Finally the pair had made it to the bottom of the stadium, where a wall formed a balcony on their side, and on the other the structure extended down to the stadium’s field. They watched together, Garthy growing increasingly bored, as the players were interviewed by sports reporters, answering to some of their more profound plays. Xander hoped to put in a couple of congratulating remarks to his favourite player, known by his fans simply as Bo.

Bo was a tiger, and had played for the Ferocious Felines for five years already. He’d scored several touchdowns throughout the seasons, and it seemed each game only increased the numbers of his adoring fans. He was ridiculously likeable. He was the kind of celebrity that never got tired of a quick selfie or autograph and always took an extra moment to say hi when approached.

Last year Bo was trending on social media over several weekends, always for the delightful interactions between him and any average fan. Xander had seen countless viral videos and photos of Bo, all posted by random fans with no significant following, and was determined to have an interaction of his own. He theorised that on this first game, Bo would be a little pent up and ready to spend even more time raking in some of that delicious attention from fans.

He didn’t know just how pent up Bo really was.

“Just hang on a few more minutes. Don’t be a little brat! Be a good boy,” Xander shook his head at an impatient Garthy.

Garthy was beyond bored. First he’d leaned against the balcony. Then he’d propped on his elbows, resting his chin in his handpaws. Now he’d all but slumped over from boredom and exhaustion. It was early, but they’d had a long day getting to the stadium, sitting in the stadium for the game, and now sitting in the stadium even more, by Xander’s choice. Garthy loved his boyfriend, and would do just about anything with him, but he’d reached his limit. Football was not his thing. It was time to go. “Come on,” he whined in protest. “It’s been almost an hour. He hasn’t come over now, so he’s not going to. Let’s go!”

Xander folded his arms, taking his eyes off the field. He shook his head, disappointed in the wolf. Inattention was a weakness of youth, and Garthy was several years younger than he. He knew this getting involved with the wolf, but sometimes he found it testing even his own patience. “What am I going to do with you?” the husky mused.

As a watched pot never boils, so a watched football star never approaches. Xander had no sooner refocused on Garthy than Bo began strolling over, helmet in tow against his hip. Fortunately, the tiger was big, and the movement of orange and black stripes was not missed by Xander’s peripheral vision. The husky turned in excitement, tail wagging. He tried to control himself but practically shouted, “Look! There he is now! He’s coming right up to us.”

Indeed, Bo was nearly upon Garthy and Xander. The tiger had noticed the pair of canines, evidenced by a sudden, almost knowing smirk that swept across his face. He came right over, only having to lean up slightly to speak to the couple at the top of the field’s wall. “Hey there! Did you guys have a good time watching?”

It was as if Xander’s heart leapt out of his chest. He checked his footing and kept his balance, but leaned over the wall to speak right to his favourite player. Garthy had already nudged his side, flashing a quick smirk while bouncing his eyebrows. Xander was meant to do the talking. “Hhello!” The husky’s own stammer surprised even him. Usually he was much more collected in public. “Thanks for coming over here. We’re big fans of yours and think you played amazingly! We really enjoyed the game.”

“Well, he’s a bigger fan than I am. If you know what I mean,” Garthy chimed in.

Bo turned to look at Garthy briefly. He acknowledged the wolf, and then spoke, mostly to Xander. “Aw, you guys are sweet. Honestly, it’s fans like you that really keep me going.” The tiger paused for a prolonged, somewhat awkward moment. He stroked his jawline and chin, lightly teasing the dark brown scruff. Set against the rest of his white and orange muzzle, the brown scruff looked very much like a beard and facial hair. The tiger’s green eyes sparkled with a bluish twinkle.

He was studying Xander and Garthy. Just when the silence grew a little too loud, he broke it.

“Listen, I’m headed across the street to get a beer. You guys can join me if you want.”

“No way, are you serious?” Xander nearly fell over the wall in shock. He caught himself before toppling over the wall onto Bo in excitement. The offer was too good to be true.

“Well, no pressure!” Bo reached up and pat Xander’s paw on the edge of the wall a few times. It was not unlike a cat batting at something it liked. “I really gotta get out of this jersey, but you two should meet me over there. I’ll get you both a drink.” Bo knew Xander was a little starstruck, so he left the invite open and headed towards the field’s exit, disappearing around the corner with a beckoning flick of his tail.

“I can’t believe it,” Xander stared at the exit Bo had walked through. He turned to Garthy.

“Puppy, we have to go for it! What do you think? Are you up for it?”

“Are you kidding? Sure! This is a great opportunity and you have to take it.” Garthy grabbed Xander’s paw in excitement and led the way up the stairs, which he’d so long wanted to ascend, bound for their exit. He’d been ready to get out of the stadium for over an hour, and going for a drink sounded far better than loitering around here.

The bar across the street was a sports bar, naturally, given its proximity to the stadium. Garthy and Xander settled in among a slowly dwindling crowd of post game celebrators. Televisions up and down the walls all blared some version of replays, highlights, and clips from the interviews after the game. The televisions gave Xander little excitement; a drink with his football idol in person would be the far greater thrill. Secretly, the husky wondered if later that evening, his social media accounts might be trending with clips of Garthy and himself hanging with Bo at a sports bar. Maybe this was how he’d get his fifteen minutes of fame.

Bo didn’t keep the canines waiting long. Nerves kept them on the edge of their seats, and Garthy and Xander found Bo sauntering up beside them in no time. The tiger’s size had been hidden from their initial vantage point overlooking the wall. On equal footing, he really was “Big Bo,” as his fans often nicknamed him. The cat loomed above, at least six foot three inches, maybe even six four. He sported wide shoulders, even without the deceptively large footballer shoulder pads. He was by no means trim. Actually he had a slight stomach paunch, but his meaty pecs and thick biceps masked the extra layer well. Xander and Garthy, both of average height, felt a little dwarfed, unexpectedly overwhelmed by Bo’s presence.

“I’ll get a pint of Heineken, please!” Bo called over to the bartender. His size allowed him to easily lean over the canine couple to make his order.

“Always you taking advantage of the free drinks for the winning team,” the bartender, a black bull, shook his head. Bo must’ve known him well enough to engage in playful banter.

“Aw, come on man, don’t embarrass me in front of my new friends!” Bo chimed back, a meaty paw effortlessly grabbing the beer glass slid to him.

At the mention of new friendship, Garthy and Xander’s tails both began to wag. The intimidation of Bo’s surprisingly large presence melted away. The tiger was already putting their minds at ease, and they still hadn’t had a drink yet.

“Ahh! That’s just what I needed,” Bo slammed his glass on the counter, still leaning over the canines, after taking an enormous gulp. He’d quickly depleted a quarter of the serving. “I hope I’m not hijacking a date night,” he addressed the couple, settling onto a barstool.

Garthy was growing enamoured with Bo. His personality, the balance between cockiness and friendliness, it was all adding up fast. The littler wolf was beginning to see why Xander might have been so fascinated with this guy for so long. And admittedly, he could never hope to choke down a large amount of alcohol in one gulp. Not that that was a desirable skill. “Oh. N-no, please, of course not! I’m having a good time. Xander, I’m sure, is still in shock. You really are his favourite, you know!”

“Haha,” Xander replied. “I kind of am in shock. I mean, I have been a fan for a long time. And you aren’t crashing the date at all.”

Bo smiled warmly and lifted his glass for another drink. This one was a more reasonable sip.

Xander’s nose twitched. Something new was in the air. It wasn’t Bo’s beer, or the various other scents of highly fermented alcohol being passed around. But it was something ripe, attractive and potent, strangely arousing. The husky’s mind tuned out the noise in the bar, discreetly zeroing in on the source. It was coming from Bo, and when the tiger lifted his arm to drink, Xander realised it was the tiger. Pheromones. Masculine musk. Bo had changed out of his jersey; he wore a blue shirt, grey flannel, and black jogger shorts now. But the scent of a male tiger hard at work was wafting off him, unmistakably. Whether he realised or not, the scent acquainted Xander to Bo’s identity, and his mind began to form a bond. His shyness disappeared. He spoke up, “I always wonder, how are you so good at what you do? I’m trying to build myself up.” His bicep flexed.

Bo grinned, resting his glass to answer. “Wow! That is so sweet.” He caught the husky’s puffed up bicep. “Man, I don’t think you need any advice from me. You look pretty good. I guess just remember to focus on your reps, and lots of protein.” The tiger must’ve picked up on the animalistic bond forming. His paw slid over and rested on Xander’s thigh, while he absentmindedly began chugging his glass empty.

Intimidation slowly returned to Garthy. The two men were discussing manly things, things a little too stereotypically masculine for him to join in. Did Bo have something planned for them, or for Xander? What was that paw doing on the husky, his husky’s, thigh?

Bo interrupted Garthy’s thoughts. “You guys are building up my ego nicely, tonight.” He straightened up, puffing his chest out, empty glass slamming down. “How about I make good on that drink offer? Let me order them, and they’ll be free.” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Two more pints and a cosmopolitan down here!” His voice lowered and he turned to Garthy, roping him back into the conversation. “I got a feeling you’re not really a beer guy?”

His train of thought all over the place, Garthy stuttered. “Y-yeah. What was your, uh, your first clue?”

Bo shrugged, collecting the drinks for the canines as they were delivered. He handed them promptly over.

“Thanks for this,” Xander nodded, raising his glass. “Little one over there doesn’t really drink the good stuff.” He winked.

“Cheers to that!” Bo chuckled, leaning in to clink glasses first with Xander and then Garthy.

An awkward moment of silence as each one enjoyed a round of fresh drinks. Bo broke it.

“Look guys, I’ll level with you. You seem like a lot of fun, and feel free to send this offer right back. But I have this sort of tradition when I win, and I was wondering if you two would be interested in taking part. It would involve coming back to my place, if you catch my drift. I’ve never been with a couple before. I think it could be fun.” Offer presented, the tiger lifted his glass and continued sipping.

The offer had been officially extended. Garthy knew there was something going on, and he knew what Xander’s answer would be. In private, the two had discussed the potential before… of a third. Bo had asked if they caught his drift. Garthy had, but had Xander? Would he be ready to go through with this now? He remained silent, leaving the course of action up to the real men.

“Sure, we’d love to do that! I think it’d be awesome,” Xander chimed in, hardly taking the time to swallow his drink before he spoke up.

So their fate was sealed.

“Well, let’s finish these bad boys up and get to it!” Bo winked at the couple, then proceeded to chug the drink. His second, but he was a big guy. He could handle it. The question was going to be, could Xander and Garthy handle him?

Bo’s apartment was just around the corner. It was inside an ultra-modern building, and the pair of canines and the tiger exited the lift on the penthouse level. Bo’s apartment, well, penthouse, was impeccably decorated, well furnished, and filled with colourful mood lighting. As the group walked in, the tiger flicked a few switches on the wall, filling the main living area with a cool, low purple light. The mood was being set.

“Make yourselves comfortable and I’ll get some more drinks.” Bo winked towards the couple, disappearing into the kitchen.

Xander and Garthy were a little nervous. They’d never… “done it,” with a third. Granted, it was never explicitly stated this post-win ritual was sexual, but neither canine would turn down any advances if it was. There was an unspoken bond between them. They’d accept an offer to a threesome.

“You have a nice place here, Bo,” Garthy called into the kitchen. He smiled, pleased with the order and neatness, enhanced with an air of exoticism by the lighting. He had an eye for decorating. He and Xander often discussed decorating styles together while out shopping.

“Yeah, this place is awesome!” Xander chimed in. He sat on Bo’s grey sofa, gesturing for Garthy to sit beside him. Then he second guessed himself, wondering if maybe, if this was going to be a threesome, perhaps Bo should sit between them.

“Thanks guys,” Bo emerged from the kitchen, his grey flannel missing. He carried a tray of bright orange and red drinks. These were in tall, curvy cocktail glasses, shaped much like what would be found at a tropical holiday resort. The tiger set the tray on a coffee table across from the sofa. “Go ahead. Take one.” He gestured with his paw.

And as Garthy and Xander each rose halfway from the sofa, leaning to fetch their own glass, Bo solved Xander’s dilemma. Using his size and heft, the tiger sat down in the space between them, forcing them to part outwards, making room for his ass. At least he was quick. Neither Garthy nor Xander had their glass in hand yet. If they did, they would’ve surely spilled all over the decorative rug. Forced to make way, they each grabbed their drink and sat down. Xander was on Bo’s left, Garthy on his right.

Garthy changed the subject. “Is this a part of your ritual, Bo?” He sipped his drink through a straw.

“These aren’t necessarily part of the routine. It’s just vodka, orange juice, and some cherry bitters all shaken together. Nothin’ super special, but I sure do enjoy them.” Bo grabbed the lone, remaining glass. “You boys settle in and enjoy these for now. We’ll get to the festivities momentarily.”

Garthy sipped, very thankful that Bo had served them all something fruity rather than a can of beer, like he’d secretly expected. The drink was smooth, a perfect balance of tang, sweet, and finally a small amount of bite from the bitters and vodka.

As he shifted on the sofa, settling in, Bo’s arm came around him. The large hand gripped his far shoulder first, but quickly slid lower down towards the widest part of his bicep. Thick, meaty tiger fingers surrounded his entire arm. Either Bo’s hand was really big, or Garthy was just really scrawny. Bo’s thumb met his index finger, encircling the little wolf’s upper arm completely. The tiger’s fingers parted, and the hand slid to another part of Garthy’s bicep, only for the thumb to meet index finger again. This continued, all up and down Garthy’s arm, fingers meeting and separating, meeting and separating. No doubt Bo was amused at the difference in size and muscle build!

Bo smirked. It was all he could to stifle a chuckle, opposite hand tilting his glass back, drinking.

Leaning back, Xander couldn’t see past Bo’s broad chest to the “feeling up” that was going on across the sofa. If he could, he might’ve added to the teasing, verbally. He often made comments, all in good, fetish play, of how small and weak Garthy was for a wolf.

But Xander had his own show. With Bo’s left hand tilting his glass, his bicep flexed. Xander could see now, vision uninhibited by the flannel jacket, just how big and brawny Bo’s muscles were. They swelled to fill and strain the short sleeve of his blue shirt.

The muscle wasn’t all that was uninhibited by the lack of the flannel jacket. Bo’s musk seeped up from his armpit, and Xander was closer to the tiger than he had been in the bar. His nose twitched. His brain fogged. He was slipping into Bo’s powerful trance.

And from the corner of his eye, Bo was able to catch Xander looking on, sniffing. So he flexed his muscle even further. The fur on it practically stood up from the swollen vessels beneath. Yep. These two would be perfect for his ritual. He was going to feel big tonight. With Xander silently gawking and Garthy squirming in humiliation, his pants twitched discreetly. His cock was begging to get started.

Bo finished his drink and set the empty glass on the table. “Alright! I think it’s just about time we get going. Xander, I hope you don’t mind if I borrow your man for a minute.”

Garthy looked curiously, then set his unfinished drink on the table. He was going to look to Xander for answers, but Bo was taking the lead. The tiger wrapped his arm around his slight torso and pulled him up to his feet. Garthy stumbled and fell right into Bo, whose thick form easily caught him, unfazed. The wolf felt a large hand steadying him to his feet, and the tiger’s scent seemed to be enveloping him.

Bo continued, “I promise, I promise I’ll get you in a moment.”

Xander was captivated by Bo, and at this point, he was a little under the tiger’s spell. The drink, Bo’s easy personality, and yes, the musk, all three had combined together and now the husky’s guard was let down. “Uh, sure. Take all the time you need.” But when the words left his mouth, he realised he was a little too relaxed. He set his unfinished drink on the table. That was enough for now.

“Perfect! Come with me, little pup.” Bo took Garthy’s smaller hands in his own much larger ones. He led him further into the apartment, disappearing into a bedroom at the end of a narrow hallway.

Garthy felt his feet stumble. It wasn’t easy keeping up with Bo’s excited and bigger stride. The wolf found himself taken into an immaculately furnished bedroom, where the purple lighting theme continued, in synchronisation with the rest of the apartment. He was turned around and then pushed onto the bed. But there was little time to react.

“Gosh, I didn’t realise how small you were until just now.” Bo placed his hands on his hips, standing over the wolf in pride. His ego was swelling. His pants, tightening. Garthy would probably miss the twitching of his pants in the low, atmospheric lighting.

“I’ve never really been the biggest guy in the room,” Garthy confessed. He thought back to how the tiger felt up his arms, squeezing what little cartilage was there to find a scrawny muscle sitting on top a small bone. The truth was, he enjoyed being smaller than most guys. Bo mentioning his slight size, that with the fact he’d just pushed him onto the bed like nothing, it was arousing. He began to blush.

Bo’s eyes sparkled with a bluish twinkle, very much like they had when he first laid his eyes on Garthy and Xander back at the stadium. Only this time, the twinkle didn’t immediately fade. It overtook the tiger’s eyes, until both began to glow bright blue, the normal green nowhere in sight. The tiger focused on Garthy, his prey, laying helpless on top of his mattress. “Don’t worry! This will only take a second.”

It happened so fast. Garthy was confused by the tiger’s sudden change in eye colour. Then his body tingled. All over, up and down his torso, limbs, hands, feet and out to his extremities, even in his groin and ass, there was a tightening sensation. “What’s going on? Bo, your eyes!” he exclaimed.

But as he spoke, the constricting feeling reached his throat, and he choked out. It didn’t sound like his voice this time. He let out a gasping squeak. As he did, his surroundings grew, swelling up bigger and bigger, Bo rising up like a skyscraper, and somehow growing distant at the same time. In shocked response, Garthy let out a howl, which came out like a shrill puppy’s and grew progressively higher pitched, and somehow, smaller. “A-awooooo!”

Bo watched the little wolf on his bed. As he worked his magic, Garthy shrank down. His body, clothes and all, collapsed down until the whole canine was only two inches tall. With his target size reached, Bo’s eyes ceased their blue glow and returned to the normal green. The tiger flicked his tail playfully. He was a cat about to leap on its prey. His pants twitched again. Indeed, now they were full on tightening, cock growing erect despite the confining spandex of his blue boxer briefs. Bo grabbed his crotch bulge with his right hand. He squeezed his balls and growing cock through the confines of his pants.

“Perfect height!” Garthy heard Bo exclaim. He knew it was Bo; it was his voice alright. Though now, the tiger’s voice was big, amplified, and slightly deeper. The voice thundered from above, rumbling down onto the shrunken wolf in all its sonic power. Poor Garthy had no time to react, run, or much less, demand that Bo un-shrink him. A massive fist surrounded his body, fingers far thicker than his legs clamping down to pick him up. The wolf was trapped in Bo’s right fist. G-forces swept over him as he was lifted up. There was a fresh scent of tiger musk in the air.

Bo had picked Garthy up with the same hand he’d just used to squeeze his bulge. The tiger gave it no thought. One moment he was squeezing his growing gear, the next he was reaching for his little prize. He lifted the wolf to be level with his face, examining him with a smirk of selfsatisfaction. Then he said, no, declared like the thundering god he was, “Now, let’s go and get your man. Shall we?”

The house-sized, feline face spoke down at booming, near deafening volumes to Garthy. The wolf shook in paralysing fright. He tried to tuck his tail in, but it was pinched in place by two of Bo’s powerful fingers. His ears lowered, from fear and from self defence. It was a weak and fruitless attempt to soften the thunderous blow Bo’s voice was delivering.

Bo’s left hand pulled out his waistband, boxers together with jogger shorts. He could only pull the top half, lest his cock become unpinned from the spandex and spring into view. It wasn’t time just yet. He dropped Garthy.

The wolf tumbled in free fall through space. He yelped out. His voice sounded normal to him, but no doubt to Bo it was a squeak as much as the big cat’s was a booming, clap of thunder to him. The air quickly grew hotter, steamier. Garthy landed on Bo’s cock, which, despite its arousal, remained spongy enough to cushion and absorb his fall. Immediately, the wolf grabbed on. Gravity threatened to pull him further into the massive cat’s underpants. But with a thunderous clap of spandex above, darkness overcame him. He was blinded.

Bo cupped his bulge, feeling gently with his thumb the wolf’s slight, weak form gripping the skin of his shaft. He wished he could enjoy this feeling of power and triumph longer, but there was another victim waiting just one room over. There was a show to put on. Besides, if he waited much longer, he risked jizzing his pants.

“Xander! Xander!” Bo leapt into a rush, pouncing down the hallway. “I think something is wrong with Garth! He’s not looking normal. You’d better come have a look!”

Garthy felt deafened both from Bo’s powerful, urgent cry for “help” and from the tiger’s paws, heavily stomping the floor. Thankfully Bo was wearing snug boxer briefs, rather than loose boxers. The wolf was losing his weak grip on the tiger’s shaft and in the commotion, found he relied on the strained pressure of the spandex to keep him sealed in.

When Xander heard the tiger call out to him in a panic, he immediately felt the weight of guilt coming down onto his shoulders. He should have never let his guard down! Why did he let this happen? Garthy, in a room, with someone so much bigger? The poor little wolf could’ve been hurt. It was his duty to protect him after all. That protective instinct helped him to jump into action. “I’m coming! What’s wrong?” The husky started to run for the hallway, but he came to a skidding halt as soon as he’d started, nearly colliding with the tiger’s barreling form.

Garthy could hear Xander’s voice, sounding just as enormous as Bo’s. He opened his mouth and tried to eke out a cry for help. All he received was a mouth full of cock flesh. No doubt Bo took a dash of pleasure in it.

“Where is he? Bo!” Xander pleaded with Bo. He wasn’t going to wait for an answer. He tried to dart down the hall, but the tiger puffed out his chest. Larger tiger body shifted side to side instinctively, blocking smaller husky body, as football players are so well trained to do.

“He’s riiiiight…” Bo could hardly contain a snicker, drawing out the syllables. The tiger’s hand shamelessly opened, then shot into his pants, making a show of digging for Garthy’s shrunken figure. “…here!” the tiger finished.

Xander’s eyes were wide. His jaw almost dropped, but he closed it and swallowed his shock. Before him, of course, dangled the shrunken figure of his precious boyfriend, scarcely two inches high. The poor little wolf was suspended by a combination of his neck scruff and his t-shirt, the very same he’d worn when they left their house for the stadium. His tiny feet kicked the air, desperately searching for solid ground.

“Isn’t he cute at this size?” Bo mused.

Garthy’s eyes met Xander’s, as best they could given the vast difference in scale between him and his lover. Beyond Xander, that same, wonderfully decorated living room he had raved about, now blown up to an impossible, atrium size. “H-help!” Garthy squeaked.

Xander was paralysed with disbelief. He managed to gather words, though they were few.

“What… how is he like this? What… did you… do?”

“I shrunk him! Obviously!” Bo stated, rolling his eyes. To him, this was just any other day. He was well aware of his abilities, indifferent to the fact that he was halfway through forcing Garthy and Xander’s lives to change forever. “I think he’s better at this size, don’t ya think?”

Xander swallowed a hard lump in the back of his throat. His favourite star wasn’t all he seemed after all. But this was a difference he never could have imagined. Honestly, he was a little scared.

“I… you… you need to change him back.”

Meanwhile, Garthy had realised the complete futility of his squirming and kicking. It was only serving to make him dizzy. He let his body go limp, dangling by scruff and shirt between Bo’s two fingers. At the mention of being changed back, hope rose inside him. His boyfriend was taking care of the problem, coming to the rescue!

“Oooo… that wasn’t the right answer, unfortunately,” Bo chuckled, in a sing-song voice, as if they’d been playing a fun game. “Maybe I can change your mind.”

Xander watched as Bo’s eyes turned to a glowing blue. Then he started dwindling, shrinking down. His shoulders, his legs, his arms, his curled tail, every single body part was compressing down into a minuscule size. It was all over in a second, and before him stood an enormous pair of socked, tiger paws, each one bigger than his car by comparison.

“There! I think that’s a better size for you too!” Bo smiled, eyes returning to normal.

The tiger’s voice rumbled down, titanic and powerful from heaven above. Xander hadn’t had a second to look up and take in the enormity of his new, giant captor before something happened. Bo’s socked footpaw lifted up and advanced forward. A shadow cast over him, blocking out the purple light of the surrounding room. The husky feared the worst. “H-hey!” he managed to bark out. But compared to Bo’s thundering voice, he was certain it was but a squeak in a new, giant world.

Poor Garthy was now trapped in a fist, forced to watch as his boyfriend and protector collapsed and shrank down, like a skyscraper falling into the earth. He couldn’t see over Bo’s clenched and furry fingers to the commotion below, but he felt Bo’s foot lift. He screamed, or squeaked out, longingly, “Xander! No!”

Xander dove back, a flying leap. The footpaw came down just shy of him, stomping the ground with a powerful, loud and earthquaking thump. He winced from the power Bo’s paw held.

Bo crouched down, flashed Xander a wink, and then reached for his latest acquisition.

The little husky turned to run, but he had no time to right himself from his dive before he was caught up by powerful fingers. He flailed and squirmed between them, attempting to get away at first. But as the ground retreated, and an intense sensation of height overtook him, he went limp, movement ceasing. He was placed in the palm of the tiger’s opposite hand. To his slight reprieve, Garthy was rolled into the palm too. Wolf and canine embraced each other in a reunion hug.

“You boys getting the hang of my ritual?” the giant thundered, holding his captives level in a single hand.

“Please! What… why… You can’t do this to us!” Garthy squeaked out.

Xander was still overcoming his shock.

Bo let out a thunderous laugh that seemed to shake the whole city. “Oh I love these first moments! It’s so adorable.” He paused, focusing down on the minute, itty bitty features of his new toy dogs. “Oh come on, boys. Isn’t this what you always wanted? Some up close and personal time with your favourite football star?” He lifted his hand further on the word “up.”

“I… this isn’t what I had in mind!” Xander stifled a whimper.

“We never could have pictured this!” Garthy cried out, trembling while clinging to Xander. “You can’t keep us this small!”

“Oh, but I think I can,” Bo began walking, powerful, socked tiger paws slamming into his rug with rampaging force far below. “You see, I have this sort of birthright.” He paused, levelling his hand as much as possible, returning to a seat on the sofa. Then his paw dropped down, dumping out the shrunken couple next to his paws by the clawed toes, which threatened to rip the sock fabric should he so much as flex too much. “I’ll give you an option here.” He leaned back on the couch.

Garthy and Xander felt their stomachs drop. Then they tumbled out over each other onto the thick carpet. Heat from Bo’s socked paws radiated onto them, and the atmosphere smelled like sweet paw musk. Though Bo’s head was out of view, his voice was no less powerful, no less loud.

“You can stay and do as I say, and I’ll keep you safe. Or, you can try to run away, and see how far that gets ya!”

Toes wiggled lightly, but they delivered, low, thunderous rumbles through the floor beneath Garthy and Xander.

“And right now, I want some teeny, tiny, canine paws rubbing my soles. Up to you really.”

Two thuds, one after the other, erupted. Bo’s paws propped on his heels, his toes shooting upwards, wiggling again. It looked like the tiger was finally allowing himself to unwind, having spent all evening luring in his prey and putting on his act.

Garthy craned his neck up to follow the toes, witnessing, the first time for him, the enormity of Bo’s feetpaws.

Xander’s interest followed Garthy’s. And for Xander, it was beginning to sink in just how small he was. He couldn’t imagine trying to make it out of here at this size. There was also the fear of what Bo might do to a little husky running away from his new orders. He had a feeling Bo might not be the gentlest if he didn’t get his way. He had shrinking powers, obviously. What other powers did he possess? “Puppy,” Xander turned to Garthy, an air of defeat in his voice, “I’m sorry. I think we have to do what he says.”

Seeing Xander surrender his position as the dominant, as the leader, put Garthy in an altogether new state of submission. If he had submit to Xander regularly, he was really going to have to submit  to this new, all-powerful male. “Okay…” he practically whispered.

“We’ll do what you say,” Xander called up to the giant.

“Good boys!” Bo thundered, leaning forward so that his face was in view. He flashed a smile, not unlike that star player smile he was rather famous for online. “Now, how about I make it easier for you pups?” He leaned forward and removed first one sock, then the other.

Bare, claw-tipped toes wiggled on high. Below, a sweeping sole of pink, leather tiger paw pad. And below that, solid black fur covered the heel of the tiger’s enormous foot. Puny, little Garthy and poor, shrunken Xander barely came above the heel when it was propped up like this. Each paw then laid to rest on its side, soles facing inwards. The paws surrounded Garthy and Xander, threatening to sandwich them in at any moment.

“Ain’t that just the best feeling?” Bo rumbled, toes constantly wiggling, rejoicing in their freedom after a long day. “Now, I want a pup for each paw. So decide which one y’all want. I wanna feel those rubs! While you two were taking it easy in the stands, I was doing some serious work out there. First game of the season, and boy do I really need to unwind. So get to it. Start rubbing!”

Part 2

Toes on either side of Garthy and Xander thumped up and down, flexing and thrumming in a rhythmic pattern. The canines were being invited, beckoned into their task, and their new lives as Bo’s toys. Their minds made up, each little canine ventured to a paw.

Canines are both absentmindedly and naturally guided by their noses. Garthy’s and Xander’s noses were constantly twitching ever since Bo had pulled his socks off. The socks laid in a pile off to the side. The air was so full of the scent of Bo’s paw that the shrunken couple couldn’t stop sniffing. Maybe they didn’t even need Bo’s command to approach his waiting footpaws. Perhaps their noses would have brought them in eventually.

Garthy never thought that he would be here, shrunken, rubbing the feet of the star football player when Xander had taken him to the game that day. Yet here he was, paws sinking into the pink, leather padding of Bo’s foot. He was in the moment, but in a state of disbelief. There was something in him, something pathetic, that wanted to turn and run away as fast as he could. He looked behind him.

Xander was at the opposite paw, gently massaging the padding. The husky had a paw fetish, and he often made Garthy lick or rub his after a long day at the office. He’d often thought about what it might be like to worship the paws of another male, but he never could have imagined this. His favourite football player, shrinking him, forcing him to worship his paws? It was a twisted dream come true.

Seeing Xander entering a state of submission broke Garthy down. His own rubbing intensified, following the leader, accepting his fate. Thoughts of escape were squished. He could only hope Bo wouldn’t be squishing him.

Far above the canines, practically on another plane of existence, Bo basked in bliss. He leaned into the sofa. Those paws, those tiny little handpaws working his soles! It was something no foot massage could ever replicate. These weren’t the first people he’d shrunk since he found out his abilities so many years ago. They really were falling into line, though! That’s the great thing about the canine family. They really are dogs, little pets used to being collared and leashed and given orders to happily obey with a wag of their tails. So… easy! They were nothing like felines. Felines were independent, proud, and had an inherited desire of being worshipped as they were once upon a time. Bo believed in this order. Canines were made to serve! Why shouldn’t he, a feline, take advantage?

A very slight whimper escaped from one of them below. Bo wasn’t sure who, but he would have guessed Garthy. “That’s it! Good boys! You dogs are always so easy to train!” His voice tumbled down to the couple below.

No matter how hard he tried, Garthy couldn’t keep his tail up. The feelings of submission, of smallness and servitude, all came down onto him. Tail drooped, followed quickly by ears, then his head. Next thing he knew, his knees were knocking. He dropped onto them, never once stopping his massage, simply moving to rub a lower spot of paw.

A rumble vibrated deeply from above. Both Xander and Garthy felt it rustling their fur, and vibrating from inside the paws they worshipped.

Bo was purring.

The feeling of servitude was weighing down on Xander too. He wasn’t used to this, but he found within himself an awakening need to please. To serve. To obey. It must’ve been a part of his DNA and breeding. If only he’d been born a… well, it didn’t matter. Any species shrunk to this size would probably break. He focused on that thought as his hands worked between Bo’s big and second toe. This wasn’t his fault, was it?

“Ya know, I really do think couples is the best way to do this!” Bo began shifting above. “This step always takes so long with just one. I reckon we’re almost done with the paw rub. The first paw rub, that is. You boys ready for step two?”

Xander looked up just in time to see an enormous tiger’s head peering down over the edge of the sofa. Just the sight of it instantly reminded him where he was and who had put him there. He gulped, but managed to choke out, “Step two? I… suppose we are.” He turned back to check on his own little submissive, Garthy.

Garthy nodded, keeping his hands on Bo’s foot, though the rubbing had stopped.

“Perfect!” Bo purred.

The poor little canines had been distracted by the enormity of Bo’s visage peering down at them. The giant tilted each of his paws downwards. Tiger soles knocked Garthy and Xander off their own feet to be pinned under the bigger, feline pair. Bo shifted so that each little head was peeking up through the gap in his big and second toe.

Garthy whined and pressed back against the toes.

Xander didn’t whine, but shifted his shoulders, attempting to relieve the squishing pressure.

“Now, how about you each give me a little squirm? Tell me how much you love me! Tell me how hot I am! And add in some licks, if you’re up for it!” Bo beamed down at his captives, grinning menacingly.

“Y-you’re so hot!” Garthy squeaked out. The pressure came down on him, squishing and pinning his body into place. He squirmed in obedience, and truthfully would have even if he wasn’t ordered to. Tiny tufts of fur brushed against powerful soles of tiger. “Xander was always such a fan, but I’ve secretly always thought you were so hot too! You’re big! You’re handsome! We adore you, and you have such an excellent pair of paws! You made me feel small even before you shrank me! You’re so hot, Bo! Sexy…. and hot!” Garthy’s little voice sounded like a confession to a god. In a way, it was. The wolf frantically began licking the gap between Bo’s toes.

Xander’s turn. He was still shifting, trying to get comfortable under the compression. In the back of his mind, he knew he had better obey. Bo had all the power and could keep pushing down if he wanted to. Yet it wasn’t that easy to submit, or at least, to come to terms with the fact he was submitting. “I’m your biggest fan, remember? I think you’re very hot. I think you’re the hottest football player out there. I love everything you do. I admire you in every way!” He licked the side of Bo’s big toe.

Bo’s purrs rumbled even louder. He breathed in and let out a deep sigh, feeling his ego swell.

Pleasure surged within. This was what he wanted, to feel BIG! It was time for a little change of

pace though, or else he might jizz his pants. His cock throbbed and bounced against the confines of his underwear and shorts. He missed having Garthy inside there for a moment. “Oh yeah! You guys are good! I’ll give you a choice of what comes next. We can shower, workout, or you can give me a little more paw worship.”

Though he couldn’t turn his head, much less possibly see over Bo’s toe while pinned like this, Garthy turned to Xander as best he could. “What should we do?” He kept licking as soon as he finished his question, scared into submission. Bo was pleased now, sure, but what would happen if he stopped licking?

Xander kept licking, closing his eyes every other lick. His nose was still twitching, soaking in that delicious, masculine tiger scent. It was starting to have a numbing effect on his mind. He groaned, licking between words. “Um.” Lick. “I, well…” Lick. Lick. “I think.” Lick. “I think.” Lick lick lick! “We should do…” Lick. “The shower option.” His body shuddered, his mind fighting against him in shockwaves for daring to cease licking those lovely paws, even long enough to utter a couple words.

“Shower it is!” Bo beamed, mercifully lifting his paws up. A few more minutes squishing down on his new toys and they’d become glued to his paw by suction!

Each one of the shrunken pair was scooped up in his own tiger fist. They were forced to ride to the bathroom, through Bo’s bedroom, in a confined handpaw.

Inside the bathroom,  Garthy and Xander were each set on the low ledge of the shower. They found their footing, and then their eyes gazed to the towering figure of Bo, which soared above them. Even now, their little minds were struggling to comprehend just how absolutely enormous he was. They felt like they’d shrunk all over again as they gazed at the towering tiger.

“Now, boys, enjoy the show!” Bo grinned.

First he removed his shirt. Xander had an idea of what Bo looked like beneath the uniform from all the photos, but he never expected to see it like this. Cream fur coated an enormous torso, and slightly pudgy belly and enormous pecs basked in newfound freedom. Biceps, decorated in orange fur and black stripes, pumped and flexed as the cat continued his strip show. He dropped his jogger shorts, kicking them off his ankles. Garthy flinched, thinking at first the discarded, musky pair of cloth would be thrown their way. Bo kicked it to the side instead. Next, the tight blue boxers, the same Garthy had been trapped in almost an hour ago. The fabric strained against a well defined cock. Both Garthy and Xander could see the massive outline of the head. If they weren’t mistaken, there was a damp spot towards the bottom. Precum. Bo stooped and dropped his underwear. His cock sprang to life, bobbing up and down from the pent up energy stored within his erection. The head twitched, flared, and seemed to take aim directly at Garthy and Xander.

“So boys, you like what you see?”

Garthy and Xander both had tightening pants. They wondered if Bo could see their straining bulges from his height.

“Y-you’re so handsome… nude… like this,” Garthy squeaked out. He nearly lost his balance on the ledge from looking up.

Xander gripped Garthy’s arm, but didn’t take his eyes off the sexy giant looming above. “You have an amazing body, Bo. Puppy and I both agree.”

“Good. Now, let’s get to work!”

The giant tiger stepped over the couple. Enormous, well toned and striped legs passed over the canines. Each canine had a wonderful view up those legs, past his knee, up his thigh to his perineum. Just next to that, his balls sagged, swinging under the motions, though not nearly as much as his bobbing cock. The tiger’s orange and black tail followed him as he passed over. Flicking, threatening to swoop down and knock either Garthy or Xander or both over, should Bo just so happen to miscalculate his step. The tiger swung his second foot into the shower and flicked the water on.

As the shower began to steam up, Garthy and Xander began to feel as if they were gazing up at a god. Their cocks twitched, throbbing within the confines of their clothes shamelessly. They began to get the feeling Bo would soon be requiring them to strip down too.

“Let’s see now. Which one of you will be my loofah?” Bo gazed down thoughtfully at the waiting couple, who were still stranded on the shower ledge. He looked back and forth between the pair. His eyes didn’t have to move far. “Eenie… Meanie… Miney… YOU!”

Garthy winced as the air vibrated around him. The word “you” came thundering, singling him out. He looked up to find a claw-tipped, tiger finger pointed right at him, the chosen one. He gulped. His shoulders sank, tail curling in. Then he was snatched, fingers pulling him into an enclosed fist, lifting him up like he was nothing but a doll.

Xander watched as the giant football star snatched away his boyfriend. He was filled with mixed feelings: jealousy and desire.

“Now Xander,” Bo boomed down, voice easily rumbling above the roar of shower water, “I want you to watch closely as your boyfriend gets himself off being a sponge for another man!”

Garthy found himself sprawled out in the hand of Bo. He flinched. An enormous bottle of shampoo approached, as big as a two story building! The bottle squirted, and the next thing Garthy knew, he was covered in a scented, goopy liquid. Fur, clothes, hair and all was soaked with water and soap. Bo’s thumb approached and began massaging the soap in. The next thing Garthy knew, he was face to face with Bo’s armpit, being rubbed all around, soaking up the masculine scent of the musky football player.

“Smell that, shrimp? That’s the scent of a strong, superior feline! Got it?” He worked the tiny being all over his fuzzy armpit.

“Yes sir,” Garthy mumbled through bubbles and fur. “Yes sir! I know! You’re superior. I’ll never be a man equal to you!” He groaned, shifting uncomfortably. If his cock was ever erect enough to break through his clothes, this would be it. Still it was too weak.

Bo brought the wolf out from his armpit. He held the creature, now mixed with soap suds, in his hand again. “Heh. Hmm. I guess you won’t need those any more.” The tiger shook his head. Carefully, fingers ripped off the fabric, which was weakened by the hot, soapy water. In seconds, he was holding a naked little wolf within his hand. “Wolves do make great sponges!”

Garthy shuddered, cock springing free as he gazed up at Bo, his new master. He didn’t even get a chance to stroke himself. Immediately he was shoved back into the armpit. Bo’s arm came down, and the fingers that placed him there retreated. He was pinned in the pit!

“Now you!”

Xander had been forced to watch the whole spectacle from his vantage point far below. It was all he could do to keep from shoving his hand down his pants to tend to his cock, twitching of its own accord. Only those two words warned him of the tiger’s advance. He found himself scooped into a hand, bubbly soap residue surrounding it. Then Bo’s fingers skilfully stripped him, forcing him to join the tiger and the wolf in nudity. He shivered from the cool air, but the steam soon warmed him from the fur inwards.

“We can’t have you overdressed, can we?”

The wolf’s and the husky’s tattered clothes vanished, washed away down the drain with the rest of the water.

Xander found himself set down between Bo’s enormous paws. All around him, water was rushing and steam was rising. He really had to dig his feet in to keep from toppling over with the rushing power of the current. Bo leaned down for a moment to douse each footpaw in soap, then pointed at Xander, and issued a command from above.

“Clean my paws good, pup! Rub the soap in, and don’t forget between the toes.”

Meanwhile, Garthy was finding it hard to breathe far up in the tight, soaking wet environment of Bo’s armpit. He wriggled, soap and water mixing with his fur and Bo’s armpit fur. His cock was stimulated, wiggling among the tufts. He wondered if Bo could feel it, but even worse than that, he wondered if Bo had forgotten about him.

A second later, the armpit opened, and Garthy peeled out, falling into a waiting handpaw. Bo beamed down. He repeated the scrubbing process for his other armpit.

Xander was turning into an obedient, well trained dog. He frantically soaped up his master’s paws, wagging his tail the whole time. From above, he looked like quite a good little dog, eagerly serving his new owner.

And Bo took notice.

Xander felt a giant index finger scratching his head. Then it dipped and lightly lifted his chin, forcing him to gaze up at the towering, naked tiger. His eyes went wide at the spectacular sight of the nude male. Water cascaded down his fur, taking soap and bubbles with it. All of it swirled around Xander’s feet, then rushed for the drain. He could barely make out the figure of Garthy’s legs, squirming and kicking from inside one of Bo’s armpits.

“Who’s a good boy?!” Bo’s voice thundered down. “Who’s a good dog?!”

Xander couldn’t help it. His tail began to wag frantically. When Bo’s finger let him be, he ran back to the paws, soaping them up and even using his own fur as a loofah to clean thoroughly. He was completely in Bo’s power now, his shrunken little slave. The loyalty to Bo was growing. His own will and desires: shrinking. His cock was throbbing somehow during all this. Everything Bo did was arousing.

Garthy knew what Bo meant now. He was getting off to being a sponge! His cock throbbed and leaked, even as he flailed and fought for some sense of security while squished under Bo’s armpit. Fortunately for him, he was gripped out by two fingers, which quickly pinched his hands together, letting his body dangle below.

Bo held Garthy in front of his face. “Aw, look at that! You pups are becoming quite the pets. I think you deserve a reward for good behaviour.” Garthy’s hands were still pinched together between Bo’s fingers. The tiger crouched and lowered his first toy to his second. “Now, Xander, boy, come get your treat! Your little boyfriend looks like he’s close. I’ve done a lot of the hard work, so for that you will thank me before you swallow his tiny load. Garthy, beg your man to do it! Beg to be sucked off!”

Garthy struggled against the binds. It was as if his hands were tied, held together by something far more powerful. He was a prisoner left hanging. His cock, left throbbing. He could feel his balls tense, his shaft full and ready. He needed release.

But Xander spoke first. He was enamoured and enchanted by Bo, slipping completely into his power. “Thank you sir!” The husky turned to his boyfriend, taking notice that the cock was at maw level. He licked his lips. “Look how hard you are, puppy. Do you want to cum?” Teasingly, his paw wrapped around Garthy’s cock and began pumping.

Garthy squirmed, swinging by his hands in the grip. The paw, his boyfriend’s paw… it felt too good. He was going to cum, he just knew it! But he was terrified of what Bo would do if he didn’t follow orders, and the procedure already laid out for him. “Yes! Yes, my Husky Daddy! Oh god, yes! Please. I’m so horny! The musk, the size… I need to submit! I need to cum! Seeing you naked down here… gah! I can’t use my hands! Please suck me off! Please suck me off, sir!”

Xander didn’t wait. He wrapped his maw gently around Garthy’s littler cock and began sucking. It didn’t take much; Garthy was beyond aroused, indeed, already leaking. Just a few suckling motions and a squeeze of the wolf’s shrunken balls.

Before Garthy knew it, his body was convulsing while suspended in the air. He cock tightened, the head was swollen inside Xander’s maw. He flailed, feeling his shaft milked by his lover. He never came much, being so small and always the lesser man, but today his orgasm was intense.

Xander slurped down Garthy’s hot load, scarcely spilling a drop. He let the wolf’s cock go, and then watched as Bo lightly tossed the spent wolf down next to the giant paw. The poor wolf was left to slump against the inside of Bo’s foot.

“There you go, my good boys! Such well trained little dogs! But Xander and I haven’t gotten off yet…” The tiger paused, hands on his hips as he observed the shrunken ones. “Ever frotted with a football player, little husky?”

Xander shook his head, eyes swapping between Bo’s leering muzzle and his giant, twitching cock. “No, sir. I haven’t.”

Bo grinned, knowing what he’d do. “Garthy, be a good puppy and start rubbing my paw. I’m stealing your little hunk for a minute.”

Xander felt himself swiped up like a toy into Bo’s paw. And it was a toy he was going to become! The giant tiger’s shaft, at least four times as long as he was, throbbed above him. Xander felt as if he was close enough to simply stretch his paw out and touch the bobbing member, and yet it was just out of reach. Bo had him right where he wanted him, and was taunting him.

“Beg. Beg for me to rub your little cock against mine. Beg for me to rub your tiny little dog dick  against mine, a feline football god’s!”

Xander felt the padding of Bo’s handpaw squeeze around him, cueing him to make with his pleading. His own cock was literally rising to the occasion, magnetically moving and pointing up towards Bo’s member. It leaked, desperate to shoot its load out to meet with Bo’s shaft. But it just wasn’t there yet. “Please let me reach your shaft,” Xander nearly groaned out. “Please let me rub my husky cock on it. Please, sir! I need it! I want to feel what it’s like to frot with a feline!” And whether he meant to or not, Xander finally whimpered at the end, showcasing his submission to anyone who could hear the shrunken whines.

“Heh!” Bo snickered. He hovered Xander beneath his shaft a little longer. “Oh, those whimpers were all I needed to hear! I love hearing you little canines howl or whimper when you’re shrunk!” Finally he lifted his hand and gently meshed Xander’s minuscule figure against the bottom of his shaft. The cock plopped down on the little husky, dwarfing and covering him completely.

Xander moaned ever so slightly. He could feel rumbling, a purr, through Bo’s cock, which meshed against his own, and his whole body. His gear was gently ground against Bo’s fleshy, humanoid like member. He felt himself being pumped, and whenever his face aligned with the slit, he stuck out his tongue for a little lick. Sometimes he caught a taste of Bo, a taste of his salty, hot precum. Each time he did, it sent his tail wagging, and that soon turned to a full body squirm.

“I’m… I’m close!”

“Wow, you’ve got a nice, big cock there, pup! I can tell. Usually I can’t feel you little canines when I shrink ya down!” Bo snickered, feeding into the littler alpha’s ego. He continued with his pumping. He didn’t require much stimulation either. The thrill of shrinking two fans and turning them into his desperate, whimpering little worshippers was hot enough for him. He felt as if he could cum if only that little tongue hit the right spot. But Xander suddenly began convulsing frantically in his hand.

“I’m… I’m cumming, sir!” he squeaked out, remembering his manners. Xander’s cock began firing, rubbing a large for him load into the tiger’s shaft. Bo didn’t stop pumping him back and forth, forcing the little canine’s body to gyrate. The husky’s fur was used like a little brush, spreading his own orgasm around like lube. He whined again.

“Fuck, I am getting close too. C’mere, squirt!” Bo ordered.

Garthy was struggling to make himself useful down at the paws. He’d been clambering and climbing, only to continue slipping in the steamy, rushing torrent of water. For once, he was thankful to be plucked up by Bo’s hand. He relaxed, letting it happen. Cumming had taken out whatever was left of the feisty fight in him, reducing him to a truly submissive puppy.

Both canines found themselves laid out in Bo’s left paw. His right stroked that giant cock. The phallus barrelled down on them, a cannon, loaded and ready to fire. The enormous lips squeezed, the head swelled, and far behind they could see his balls tightening.

“Get ready, pups!” Bo declared down.

Xander and Garthy, already both spent, braced themselves, going tense in the paw.

Garthy cried out a tiny little howl, but it was quickly silenced. As a thunderous roar from Bo filled the bathroom, an enormous drop of cum slammed onto his face, blinding him with white, sticky, hot goop. He found himself gagging, and then squirming to try and break free.

Xander whimpered. All evening, he’d been struggling to hold in his little whimpers, to show his strength. Now he was reduced to an overstimulated, cock toy for his giant football star. He could hold them in no more. Whimpers flowed out of him.

Rope after rope of hot cum filled Bo’s hand, soaking the little canines. A small pool formed around them. The whole atmosphere reeked of tiger musk and fresh semen. Wolf and husky writhed in a flat handpaw, shuddering and shaking the cum off their faces and bodies, only for it to be replaced by even more seed. Both of them were throbbing helplessly under the sheer volume of liquid masculinity being milked onto them.

Bo finally gathered himself as his orgasm subsided. He slowly stopped his pumping motions and then lifted his toys up for inspection. Giant eyes peered down at shrunken little males. He snickered. Adoring fans, canines especially, really did make the best little worshippers. He’d keep them, and make them his own. “That’s the stuff, boys! Now let’s get ya cleaned up real quick!”

Giant feline tongue grazed over both Garthy and Xander in one slurp. Their cocks throbbed and bounced, welcoming the stimulation. Garthy spread his legs wide, like a bitch in heat. Bo must have noticed because he licked again, directly between the little wolf’s legs, stimulating that tiny taint. The wolf flopped up and down, whining and groaning from pleasure, though he didn’t cum. The tiger laughed at the pathetic display, then shifted his hand.

Mercifully but gradually, Xander and Garthy felt the cum rinsing away under a gentle stream of warm water. Soon their fur was damp with water rather than cum, but each could smell Bo on the other. More likely than not, they’d be smelling like their new master’s most intimate bits for hours, if not days. They’d been marked.

“Good boys! I think I’ll keep ya!” Bo’s teeth shimmered a grin through the steamy air. He shut off the shower and stepped out, keeping the couple held in paw.

The next thing Garthy and Xander knew, they’d been dumped onto a gigantic face towel spread out on the bathroom counter. The cloth was at least the size of two living room rugs put together. Neither one had the strength to stand, much less kneel or sit. They laid there, flopped down weakly, panting. It was a good thing for them Bo’s next command was doable in their predicament.

“Be good dogs and roll yourselves dry.” He pointed at the two, commanding them to obey. From a towel warmer, he snatched up a waiting towel, one suitable for someone of his ginormous stature.

Garthy and Xander obeyed. Before they knew it, their fur was dry, sticking out in odd places, just like dogs after a bath. They didn’t smell like wet dog though. They smelled like Bo. Their little noses began twitching, sniffing the air, stimulated by the attractive manly scent. Shrunken husky and shrunken wolf found their strength, and stood up at attention, as if awaiting further orders. It was at that point they realised they had nothing to wear. They were forced into long term nudity, for as long as they were shrunk.

There was a loud, fleshy slapping sound. The couple knew what it was before they even looked over. Their noses told them. Bo’s cock, only slightly flaccid now, laid horizontally on the counter, pointing right at them.

“Well boys, you sure did some amazing work for me. It was so amazing, I think I’ll be keeping you just like this. I’ll feed ya, get ya a nice little cage you can live together in. You’ll always be safe. The only thing you’ll have to do is continue to serve and worship me like the god I am!” At the word “god,” Bo’s cock flexed, head swelling slightly.

Garthy and Xander looked at each other, exchanging unsure gazes.

“Whaddya say? Be my tiny little pet dogs? It’d save me a lot of time having to hunt for and shrink new toys, if I had a couple of permanent ones.” Bo’s thumb gently rubbed the top of his shaft. He kept the member pressed flush on the cool countertop.

The canines were both thinking the same thing. What could they do? They weren’t the first people Bo had shrunk. That much he’d made obvious. But what happened to the others? Did Bo even possess the ability to un-shrink people? They were a little scared to find out what his reaction would be if their answer was no. Xander, in particular, recalled how quickly and without remorse he’d been shrunk when he gave “the wrong answer” earlier that evening. Just how good were they, as toys? Bo had millions of fans he could shrink if he decided they weren’t good enough boy toys. Maybe it was in their best interest to surrender and give themselves over to worshipping Bo. It wasn’t like their lives would ever be the same anyway.

Xander felt pressure to respond. He was still the alpha to Garthy, his little puppy. This could be like a chain of command for him. He’d serve Bo, and Garthy would serve both him and Bo. He thought back to how amazing it felt to frot with Bo, the feline football god, as the tiger called himself. Just the thought of how amazing that felt, it was enough to arouse his cock halfway. He needed more of that. “We can be your little pups. Right Garthy?”

Garthy nodded. He’d already been thinking the same things as Xander. He’d been broken down long before his husky lover, and it wasn’t just because he was shrunk first. His will was already smaller to begin with. A little manhandling and then his size being zapped was all it took to put him in a mental state of permanent servitude. “Yes sir. We’re your pups!”

“Good boys!” Bo purred in pleasure. “That’s what I like to hear. Now come and kiss your master’s shaft.”

Garthy ran up there first. He fell over the side of Bo’s cock, body draped across the tip and shaft, and began kissing.

Xander followed, at a slower pace, but he surrendered nonetheless. His little lips met and kissed the tip of the cock repeatedly, opposite Garthy. 

The tiger puffed his chest out, delighted to feel the worshipping, kissing little maws and tongues on his member. He allowed the praising to continue for half a minute, until he heard a whimper from each of them. Those whimpers, damn, they were enough to get him going again. But he needed his sleep to stay on top of his game, so it was time for bed. The tiger gathered each pup up

in a fist, cradling them in towards his chest. Nude, he walked into his bedroom. The pups were set onto his nightstand, and his behemoth like body crawled between the sheets of his massive bed.

“You two rest up. There’s work to do tomorrow.”

“Yes sir!” Xander nodded from the nightstand. It was like an island in the vast, open bedroom.

Bo opened a drawer beneath the canines and pulled out a small blanket, similar to the size of the face cloth in his bathroom. “Make yourselves comfy with this. I’ll be making your collars tomorrow.” He set the blanket on the nightstand. It would be more than big enough for two little creatures scarcely the size of his thumb. Besides, dogs are always making beds out of blankets on the ground, he thought.

Garthy snuggled into Xander on their makeshift bed. He occasionally stole glances over to the literal sleeping giant that now owned their very beings.

“Hope my snoring doesn’t keep ya up, pups!” Bo boomed before clicking the lights off.

As the freshly shrunken couple drifted off to sleep, one thought consistently returned to their minds.

If this was Bo’s ritual for winning a game… what would he do if he lost?!