title: After Convention aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [IsaacKonos] id: [50882794, 51630707] date: 星期二, 五月 16日 2023, 3:37:42 下午 modified: 星期二, 五月 16日 2023, 3:59:10 下午

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After Convention

Author: IsaacKonos Source: After Convention (Patreon Exclusive), After Convetion Part Two (Story commission)

Part 1

Valargent woke after what felt like a hypernation, the blue fur, slim vulpine boy could barely remember what happened last night. The anthro fox only knew he was invited to a room party, the typical room party one might expect to find during a hotel convention. A room designed to accommodate about four people suddenly turns into a small club with over twenty party goers in there. But, as for Valargent, he was sure to remember well more than just twenty people attending to the last night party, even though much of his memory was distorted thanks to the achool effect and who knows what many other things too. It always come back to you in the next morning.

The blue fox build the courage to peform the first action of the day, to sit up and try to better to assert his current situation. The bed beneath the young man felt weird, not that it wasn’t solft, but it felt too much hairy, and his eyes were still adjusting to the light, artificial light, no natural light whatsoever. Valargent was sure to remember windows in each room, but this one in particular felt like having none. Finally one of the last sensers that slowly collabarted to bring to the slim fox a better understanding of his surroundings was his hearing.  

Valargent was able to detect a low, constant buzzer in the distance. It sounded like the sound of an electrict rotor? Maybe the fridge engine working or something? Although the poor fox couldn’t be more wrong. Luckly it wouldn’t take long for the vulpine to finally understand the real severity of his situation. All of suddent the young boy felt a strong jot, if his poor head was spinning from hangover before, now it felt like his brain was out of place, but that detail would soon become pitful in comparasion to the scene which was about to unfold right before the blue boy.

Starting with an overpowering rumble, two monolithic metal doors would begin to slide open. The door were so vast, and so enormously Valargent couldn’t avoid but to wonder; “Have I passed away last night and I’m now at the heavens door?” But the possibility would fade away as soon as two titanic figures standing behind the opening doors revelied themselves.

“BUNSON!? LOPEZ!?” Two of the fox collegaues, one of them, the canine named Lopes being the one who even invited the poor Valargent to the said party last night, were now standing right before him but their height and their size was tremendous! They were titanic huge, looming up above the tiny fox all mighty for kilometers!

Slowly, the blue fox began to remember more about the party in details. “Of course! Now it all makes sense!” The main reason for the blue and white vulpine to remember about so many people in a small masterbed room last night was because he attend to macro-micro party! That certiainly explains why there were so many people in place, they were micros, shrank down to fit in the room all the while but a few guest remained normal-sized to act as the mightly macros for the said party. Although, that doesn’t explain why and how Valargent just woke up to find himself passed in the middle of what was now cleary in an elevator, tiny and on top of all that naked!

Still, the micro fox couldn’t even dare to think about that as soon he felt the whole world around him shaking brutality. THUMP! The enormous brow rabbit step inside the elevator, followed by the equally colossal husky. In mere seconds the sky turned black as the white sole of Lopez’s shoes loomed hight above the minuscule, naked fox on the floor and approached fast! “LOPEZ!!! DON’T CRUSH ME!” The puny, little fox shout before getting himself up to try and run out of the way of the incoming rubber insole, until THUUUMMMP!!! After enduring the heaviest earthquakes in his whole life, Valargent was left with his both ears buzzing and underneath the dark tunnel like trenches of his collque sole. Dust was all around the naked fox, his body getting covered by a think of earthy and dust falling off the canine shoe’s. Deep withing the trenches of the sole Valargent was able to hear the casual rumbles caused by his colequel oversized toes inadvertenlly adjusting themselves within that city-block sized shoe, and even before the puny fox could even have the change to stand up and try to find a way out of the labyrinth like trenches Valargent felt the strong jolt again. The elevator was moving once again.

“GOSH! WHAT A PARTY!” Bunson’s voice boomed in the air, the male rabbit always so shy and sub like had a cute soft voice, but even him sounded all mightly thanks to the sheer size difference.  “I BARELY REMEMBER A THING ABOUT IT.” Answered the wolf, the one who was currently standing right on top of that the poor fox kilometers down below.  “WELL, HERE IS AN ADVANTAGE OF BEING PART OF THE MICRO GROUP. BEING SO SMALL WE CAN’T EVEN DRINK ANYTHING DURING THE PARTY, A SINGLE DROP OF ACHOOL WHEN BEING FLEA SIZED COULD SEND YOU RIGHT INTO AN ALCOHOLIC COMA.”  

And that was the moment another key factor added to the tiny fox messed memory, he wasn’t entirely sure but Valargent remember one of the towering party goers from last night dropping a cup of vodka on the floor and straight on the area were some of the micros were having their fun. But now, he was sure to run away in time, maybe the fox was hit by an aftermat splash. Valargent wasn’t sure and he might never be sure, not like it was of ultra importance right now. “WELL, WHATEVER. HAVE YOU SEEN VALARGENT?” The titanic husky casually asked the brow bunny. “NOPE, I THOUGHT HE LEFT THE ROOM WITH YOU LAST NIGHT.” The bunny spoke, casually picking up his phone and calling the phone of the now poor, tiny vulpine. “HE DID? MAN, I DON’T KNOW MY HEART HURTS LIKE HELL.”

And then, Valargent would hear a distant buzzer, but a very familiar one. “My phone!” The blue vulpine was able to recognize the familiar rightone on his phone far in the distance, but if he could hear it that meant it couldn’t be too far. Althought, the small party goer still had the issue of finding the way out of that dirtly labyrinth before he could even think about to actually look after the ringing phone. And he needed to do it fast, because he knows the bunnny won’t wait for long. The foot race started, using his good fox earing to focus his attention to the ringtone the blue fox managed to walk through the massive pillars of rubber, ignoring the terrifying rumbles produced by the enormous paw sole adjusting itself for better conforomble right above his head, until finally valargent was able to spot light in the end of the tunnel! An extra couple of seconds and the tiny speck of blue dust was free from the confines of the undersole. Unfortunately, it was at the same time Valargent felt a powerful jolt. The elevator stopped, door openened, this time looming outside was the figure of an enormous, slim and girly looking like purple bat boy.

Valargent knew him, from Instagram! He was that famous cosplayer, popular cosplayer? Or something? He couldn’t remember the bat’s name or nickname, but he was nearly one hundread sure he knew him from somewhere else too… but where? However, just as the blue speck was thinking the ground below rumbled and vibrated. The tiny fox felt a tremendous cold shiver running down his spine as all the air around his form was displaced brutality! Almost carrying the poor micro along with it. Lopez, the canine boy was casually stepping aside, making way for the equally colossal bat to step inside. Two sets of titanic, oversized paws became three! The cosplayer bat, dressed in skin tight, white, body suit of sorts, carrying a fake medieval blade attached to his waist walked inside the elevator with grace. His massive sneaker landing on the floor with an audible THUMP! “HOW DID YOU LIKE THE PARTY BOYS?” The purple bat spoke, his voice was soft and sounded elegant, but no matter what to Valargent current conditions everybody sounded like the sound of a jet engine taking off nearby. It was nearly deafining. “IT WAS AMAZING! IT WAS CERTAINLY ONE OF THE BEST PARTIES YOU HELD SO FAR!” Spoke the canine, sounding fake as fuck, afte all he couldn’t remember a single thing out of it. “I’M GLAD YOU BOYS HAD A GOOD TIME.” The cosplayer answered, smilling a gentle, equally fake, smile at them.  

Down below however, the fourth member of the conversation, even though Valargent couldn’t never even dream to interact with normal-sized people at his current size, had a moment of insight. “SO THAT IS THE PARTY HOST!!!” The minuscule fox boy spoke, mostly to himself, all the while tilting his poor neck painfully upwards in attempt to see the face of the only person in this entire hotel could possibly bring him back to his proper size. Needless to say he failed, not only the bat’s boy face was too far away to be seen, but also the skin tight outline, white bulge made a good in preventing the small man to see anything beyond the towering bat’s crotch level. The entire upper body of all of the three titan was complelty out of sight for Valargent. “BTW, I KNOW YOU HAVE BEEN HOSTING MACRO-MICRO PARTIES FOR A COUPLE OF YEARS NOW, BUT HOW DO YOU MAKE SURE ALL OF THE MICROS GET BACK TO THEIR PROPER SIZE? HAVE YOU EVER LEFT SOMEONE BEHIND BEFORE? EVEN IF ACCIDENTLY?” That was the lab bunny asking of course. And as soon Bunson asked that question, the purple bat standing in front of the pair of friends began to cold sweat, the cosplayer would even bit his lower lip out of nervouness trying to quickly figure out something to say. Luckly, for the bat, the elevator came to stop. The same powerful jolt from before, sending the poor forggoten micro below backways on the floor, sitting on his back and left to stare helpless as the looming gods above him move. “I THINK THIS IS YOUR STOP GUYS.” The young bat casually said, making way for the two of them to leave, unawarely bringing his massive snearker down too close to the puny speck of a fox down below. Valargent would have ran for his life, but just as he stood up he spot something extremly important. “My clothes!” And along with them the chance of retrieving his phone! There was only one problem, though. The small pile of clothes was right below the incoming shadow of a bat’s gargantuan rubber insole. Having no choice, but to risk being left behind with no way to communicate with normal-sized people, the slim fox ran to the incoming shadow! His immediate goal was to reach his clothes! And he was very close to achieve when THUUUMMMPPP! A titanic building made entirely of dirtly rubber landed right in front of him, lucky he was once again underneath the trenches of somebody’s sole. Valargent was starting to get strangely used to it by now, as he simply walked across the thick pillar of rubber, getting to his clothes on the other side of it and his phone too. Now, having both his clothes and phone at hand, the small vulpine felt more relaxed, that until the heard the booming sentence from above. “AND ANSWERING YOUR QUESTION BUNNY BUN, YOU DON’T NEED TO WORRY ABOUT THAT. I ALWAYS EXPECT THE ROOMS BEFORE CHECKING OUT THE HOTEL, MAKING SURE NO HANGOVER MICROS WERE LEFT BEHIND. WE NEVER HAD A CASE OF SOMEBODY BEING FORGGETON, I ASSURE YOU.” The young cosplayer spoke that with the confident and spontaneous of a multimilion dollar CEO. All the while looking right into the bunny eyes, as the elevator doors slowly closed.  

“YOU FUCKING LIER!!” Valargent shouted from beneath the sole of that mightly, young bat out of pure anger. After all, he was the living proof that the purple bat was lying. Only to find himself witnessing a surprise, the pricese moment the tiny vulpine said the enormous labyring of rubber all around him ascended in the air brutality, the young bat jumped on his feets, looking all around distressed before saying out loud. “WHO SAID THAT? WHO IS THERE?” The tiny, little fox down below was equally afflicted. “Oh shit! He can hear me!...” Valargent spoke to himself all the while staring at the scared the colossus, it was out of this world to consider mighty creature such as this bat could be afraid of him, a being so small and insignificant he had just stepped upon a few seconds ago without even noticing. “YES, I CAN HAER YOU!” And that was the moment the gigantic ears on the head of that young bat twitched a couple of times, his face tracing the location of the tiny, otherwhise impercetiable voice within the close confines of the elevator all before his light, purple eyes landed on the precise spot where Valargent was standing naked. As if it weren’t terryfing enough to be in the presence of gods, now the vulpine had the full attention of one them. Valargent felt like his soul abandoned him the moment that gigantic cosplayer set eyes on his pathetical, fragile form.

Immediately Silpi allowed a shy grin to form on the corner of his lips, the gigantic purple bat concluided that he was looking at one of the micros who have attented to his party last night. That was the only possible conclusion after all. Before Valargent couldn’t even come up with something else to say, the whole world around began to vibrate and the loud rumbling sound of mightly body muscles, moving and adjusting, ripped through the air. Silpi was adjusting his stance, returning to his normal upright standing position from before. The giant bat seeminly to adpoted a careless behavior towards the puny fox on the floor, one of his gigantic sneakers passing high overhead Valargent, coming to a complete stop and booming landing right beside the blue vulpine. But, not before allowing the tiny guy to see a couple of… red stains!That is right! Valargent was able to see tiny, nearly impercetiable red stains doting the sole of the gigantic purple bat right shoe. So far, the small fox was hoping to talk witth the young cosplayer and come to the conclusion that the situation ongoing with him was a possible, terrible mistake and now that Silpi became aware of the presence of the Valargent they could arrange for the problem to be solved. Unfortunately, that entire line of thought went downhill the moment the tiny, young vulpine realized he wasn’t the only one left behind and, judging by the towering bat reaction, Silpi couldn’t care less about the fate of those left behind while attending his party. The towering, young cosplayer didn’t even bother to look down anymore, simply standing and looming above the terryfing Valargent like the mighty deitly he truly was.  

“OK, HERE IS THE DEAL, MICRO. I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND HONESTLY THAT DOESN’T MATTER AS LONG AS YOU DO AS I TELL. I ASSUMED YOU ATTEND TO MY PARTY LAST NIGHT, GOOD FOR YOU. BUT, RIGHT NOW I’M LEAVING. I HAVE ALREADY CHECKED OUT THE HOTEL, AND I EVEN BROUGHT MY LUGGAGE TO THE HALL ALREADY. THE ONLY REASON FOR I’M HERE IS BECAUSE I LEFT MY CAR’S KEY IN THE NIGHTSTAND BACK IN MY ROOM. MY SHRINK RAY IS DISSAMBLED AND PACKAGED IN ONE OF MY SUITCASES. AS SOON AS THESE DOORS OPEN UP, I’LL WALK OUT HERE NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO. HERE IS MY SUGGESTION; CLIMB TO MY SNEAKERS, HOLD YOURSELF TIGHT TO IT TILL I STEP IN THE CAR. I DON’T WANT LOOK CRAZY IN FRONT OF THE OTHERS TALKING TO A MICRO NOBODY ELSE CAN HEAR OR BARELY SEE. THE CHOICE IS YOURS.” 

The monolhitic bat didn’t even bother to look down at the poor micro standing by his sole as he spoke, even though they were both alone in the elevator. As for Valargent, he was having a minor panick attack; too many things were passing through his mind until he began to verbalize some of his concerns. “Hey! Wait! To climb up your shoes? Do you have any idea how titanic tall the rubber insole of one of your shoes alone are if compared to me?! And, on top of that? To go with you? I don’t even know you! And I have a fly to caught later on today! You need to bring me back to normal size, right now!” The puny blue fox spoke, sounding quite desperate. But all that he got as an answered was an powerful rumble, as the enormous bat who towered over him casually djusted the feet resting by his side as a way to further emphasize the point. “CLOCK IS TICKING. I WON’T STAND HERE ALL DAY. IF I TAKE A SINGLE STEP FORWARD, I’LL BE TOO FAR OUT OR RANGE FOR YOU. THINK ABOUT IT, BUT THINK FAST, MICRO.” The gigantic bat’s voice boomed from above. It was clear nothing that the puny micro could say would change the mind of that towering colossus. Valargent had no options, he had to move fast, grab his clothes and his phone so he can have a minimal ensure of trying to communicate with somebody beyond that young bat boy and then face the dozen meters long climbing of a shoe insole. “At least you could tell me, what’s your name?” “SILPI.” And that would be the last time the blue fox would ever hear the towering man talking to him, not so long after that, at the moment Valargent was finishing putting on his equally minuscules clothes he felt a jolt! The elevator came to a complete stop and the door were opening. Tremendous rumbles were vibrating the soft floor all around the vulpine, tilting his head upwards Valargent was able to see every single muscle on the legs of that massive being conctracting! Far in the distance, Silpi’s left heel was ascending hundreads of meters in the air! The bat was about to walk! And Valargent was running out of time! The puny fox immediately put himself to run! Running towards the massive insole which was still planted on the floor, the view was now terrfying. With most of Silpi’s body weight resting upon his right shoe the gargantuan wall of pure rubber was being compressed over the countless tons of body weight, the weight of slim, young twink man. Just as the building sized pillar of rubber was about to ascend into the air the blue micro jumped, and managed to stick himself to the side of that dirty insole, holding tight to it for dear life.  

A single step forward was all it take to shown Valargent how very little Silpi cared about his fate. The right feet of the ominous bat ascend far into the air countles meters, moving yards of distance in less than a second, forcing the poor tiny to endure overpowering air currents that were battling to dislodge the small vulpine and set him free to plane through the air towards a terrible landing on the cold tile floor of the hotel’s lobby. But Valargent resited to all of that very heroic, only to fail to keep hold on the titanic rubber insole on the very moment the shoe came back landing on the floor. THUUUMMMPPP!!! An overwhelming earthquake was caused by the mere act of Silpi’s taking a casual step forward. It was inevitable, Valargent found himself flying off the rubber insole to hit the floor back first. Leaving his tiny body super sore, hurting like hell as he was allowed to watch his monolthic ride moving care free and passing up above. In no time the towering right sneaker resting by his side ascended into the air again, moving further away from the tiny fox down below. Silpi didn’t even looked down at all as the booming steps of his shoes diminish further and further away. The poor fox lost his ride, and his only hope for salvation.  

Valargent would remain on the cold tile floor of the hotel lobby for a couple of minutes, his body hurting like hell; but hopefully nothing was broken. Slowly, the flea sized blue vulpine would sit up, checking himself once again to make sure his body was still in one piece and to confirm his phone was still in his pocket. “At least that.” The young boy spoke, sounding relieved, although his body was covered in dust from the shoes of that careless titan. Speaking about titans, Valargent was now surrouned by them, countless gods of all sorts and types walking around the hotel lobby, it was the last convention day and many of them were in the process of leaving the place. Rumbling wheeled suitcates alongside booming foot steps became the fox brand  new reality and as if the situation couldn’t get any worse, soon the same gargantuan iron doors from that enormous elevator would slowly open up again! Somebody else was about to step out of the elevator, another giant for sure! As soon as the door finally swing open, the form fit of a towering, slender, twink like cat boy appeared behind the immense iron doors. Again, it was a familiar face! “Oh gosh! That is Isaac! The famous instagramar and painter!” Said the barely flea sized fox down on the floor.  

The blue pattern feline stood a bit taller than the purple bat who just left the poor fox behind a few moments ago. Getting the attention of mighty creature who definelty couldn’t hear a single word of what Valargent was saying, no matter what, would be difficult for sure. But at least the tiny fox was sure to remember seeing Isaac yesterday at the party as well. He played the role of one of the giants for the party, his body was hot before but it seemed even hotter now that the fox was somewhat sober. Unfortunately, Valargent wouldn’t realize he was wasting too much admiring the towering feline until too late. In no time the air around the puny vulpine would begin to rumble like before, shadown growing large around him. High above, the gray massive sole of Isaac’s converse shoe approaching fast the floor. At least this time, Valargent managed to dodge away, out of the incoming rubber sole, but not before being allowed to see the terryfing scene once again. Dozens of red stains doting the vast extension of the feline’s all star sole. Judgign by Isaac’s actions, it seems like the siamese cat was none the wiser about the micros left behind, so far only the purple bat could be held accountable. THUMP! And the right shoe of the enormous young cat boy landed just right beside Valargent, allowing the tiny vulpine to further realize his true insignificance, but also allowing for a perfect sight of the girly cat wealthy packahge between his legs, and below his skirt. “FUCK! HALF AN HOUR UNTIL MY UBER IS HERE! I SHOULD HAVE GOT A RIDE WITH SOMEONE!” Isaac boomed from up above, completely unaware of the fact his mere presence alone was threatnening the life of a puny micro down below.

“Omg! Come on, think fast Valargent he might be your last hope!” The tiny fox spoke to himself, quickly grabbing his phone and searching through social media trying to find the godly siamese cat profile. All the while, the same cat would loom over him, casually adjusting his stance every ow and then, creating small vibrations and small rumbles to constantly reminder the puny fox about how pathetical he was. The desire the look up and admire the perfect curvers of that young cat legs was killing the poor vulpine below, but he knew every single second he wasts might mean his doom! Eventually, Valargent found Isaac’s profile on instagram, and yet there was a major issue. “Oh gosh! What should I say? How should I tell him?...” The insignificant fox would stop for brief moment, tilting his head up. Most of Isaac’s upper body was blocked by his dark purple/blue skirt and his tight bulge, but he was able to see Isaac had his face focused on his own phone. That meant that any texted send to him now have high chances of being read by the titan right way. “Well I guess it’ll have to do it…” Out of options, Valargent was forced to send a text request to a stranger, Isaac, hoping that the famous painter and instagramer would accept his request even though he doesn’t even know him.  

“HUM!? WHO IS THAT? VALARGENT I HAVE NEVER HEARD OF THIS GUY… HM… WHATEVER…” With a single tap of his thumb, the towering feline accepted the text request and answered the tiny fox text with a “Hi hi Valargent ^w^” as he continued to stand in the same position, looming above the tiny vulpine who was trying the best to avoid panicking and to avoid messing up the whole thing. “Hey Isaac, I got say I really like your work.” The small micro texted and looked right up to see how the mightly boy would react. It wasn’t every day you get to interact with people who are thounsand times larger than you! “oh, I’m glad you like them.” The gigantic would text back, with soft smile on his face. Although, most of Isaac’s attention was on his uber app. Soon enough his driver would be here, and the titanic cat would be walking off just like the young bat boy did a few minutes ago. “yeah! Btw, I think I saw you last night at Silpi’s party.” The barely flea sized fox finally got the opportunity to bring the conversation closer to his main point, all the while Isaac would casually adjust his stance one more time. The right converse which rested by the side of the insignificant vulpine would raise up in the air, allowing a small rain of dust and dirt to fall of the heel sole, nearly covering the small fox in it. “oh, you was there too? Amazing wasn’t it? Every year Silpi get over himself, I love that bat.” That was a clear signal of problem, if Isaac was so close friend with that purple bat it might indicate Valargent would have a hard time getting help from the cat. In any case, the poor fox doesn’t have a choice. “Yeah!... It sure was yes… but ah!.. Isaac, ah hm… have you ever heard about micros who were accidently left behind, forgotten, after the party was over?” And as soon as the text was read, the enormous right heel which was so far suspended in the air landed back down on the floor causing the earthquake, and leaving the poor Valargent temporarilty deaf. But to Isaac, he was simply and once again changing his stance position. “Ah, not that I know of… at least Silpi always says he makes sure to return everybody to their proper size. At least, that is what he says. I have never been shrunk down myself in any of his parties.” Upon reading that last reply and slowly getting back to his feet, Valargent felt relieved. At least it wasn’t as bad as it could have been; that was what the micro fox thought. “Well, ok, Isaac I’ll need you to trust me ok. But, look I was left behind! Silpi didn’t return me to normal size! Actually right now I’m standing just by the side of your right shoe! Yes! I’m down here on the floor!” The poor Valargent ended up throwing it all at the face of the titanic cat, not knowing how would it be Isaac reaction to it.  

The looming colossus would read the stranger last text, remaining perfeclty still for a brief moment before moving his legs, the whole world was lunched into vibration around the tiny Valargent.  The gigantic young man was look down! Immediately the shrank fox felt even happier, it felt like his nightmare was getting closer to and end. The moment he saw Isaac’s massive blue eyes resting right upon the precise location where he stood, Valargent began to jump and wave his hand, he even shouted at the looming god even though he know Isaac couldn’t possibly even hear him. Unfortunately, not only the titanic feline couldn’t possible hear him, but he seemed to haven’t even notice him. In no time, Isaac would bring his attention back to his phone, he was typing and shortly after that a new text popped up on Valargent’s screen. “Is that a joke dude?” The blue fox freaked out out of despair! “No! No! No! This is no joke, you got believe me! I’m telling you the truth!” “Listen dude, I didn’t see anyone down there I just looked down.” A cold shiver ran down the spine of the insignificant blue fox, could him have became so small to the point nobody could even see him if they happened to be standing up straight like Isaac was just now? In any case, another notification popped up on the flea-sized fox screen. “Listen, my Uber will be here soon. You better decide yourself.” Valargent would reply back, insisting. “Please! You must believe me! I’m telling you the truth!” But this time around, the titanic siamese cat would even hit his foot on the floor out of annoyenced, lucky it wasn’t the foot resting right beside the poor fox. “Come on dude, send me a proof. Whenever something like this happens they often send a photo showing the person looming over them gigantic huge. You can do it~” Isaac was teasing the little internet troll. The feline boy had no intentions to believe on what a stanger was saying through a text chat on social media. Actually, the young feline was even expecting the blue fox to send him an old photo from last night party, trying to full him around into believing on what he was saying only so he would act crazy in front of everybody else. However, much to Isaac’s surprise in a couple of seconds not only a photo was sent to him, but a short video too! In the video Isaac was able to see himself, exaclty the same clothes he was currently wearing, the location also seemed to match, the hotel lobby only seemn from the perspective of someone ridiculousy tiny. “OH GOSH! THIS CAN’T BE RIGTH!” The titanic boomed as he spoke to himself, something finally clicked in the towering feline’s head. Isaac began to type back. “ok, here is the deal. I’ll crouch down, pretending I’m tying my shoelaces and you do what you can to make yourself visible! Immediately after this Valargent had the most breathtaking experience of his entire life. The blue fox witnessed the titanic god of a cat descending, lowering his entire body right over his head! Isaac’s massive skirt and the equally immense black bulge within the confines of his thong got so close to the floor that for a moment Valargent found himself spacing out, admiring the magnificient male sight up above him, nearly completely forgetting about the plan to get rescued by the same godly cat. It was only when the boomign whisper coming from Isaac’s lips shook the world, Valargent was brought back to reality.  

“HEY! WHERE ARE YOU?!” Whispered the looming colossus, the cat forhead beginning to sweat from keeping crouched down for so long, doing random movement within his hands around his shoelaces. Meanwhile Valargent would, jump, shout and even run around in circles and yet he was shocked to hear the titan whispering once again. “I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” Isaac was about to give when the blue fox had the briliant idea to turn on his phone’s flashlight, waving it up on his hand till finally the gigantic blue eyes of the cat landed precisely on the spot. “OK! NOW DON’T MOVE!” that was the only thing Isaac said before licking up his index fingertip, and begin to lower it down over the poor foxxo location. From Valargent’s perspective, the fingertip alone was large than the entire area of his house, it was only getting closer and closer. The punny fox made sure to hold his phone tight against his body the moment the wet, finger pad pressed its weight upon his minuscule form. The wetness on the pad surface made sure to attach the flea sized fox to it, and in no time Valargent found himself ascending kilometers in the air! Isaac was simply standing back up. The siamese cat brought his index as close to his face as possible, deep blue ocean sized eyes were examinating the insignificant fox now. “DEAR LORD! YOU ARE SMALLER THAN THE FLEAS ON SOMEONE BODY! I BET YOU COULD LIVE ON ME IF LEFT TO YOUR OWN DEVICES~” A phone notification diverged the god’s attention from the fox, to the phone. “SHIT! MY UBER HAS JUST ARRIVED! LOOK TINY BOY I’M SORRY BUT I CAN’T HELP YOU NOW, SO I’M BRINGING YOU HOME WITH ME.” Once again, Valargent had a minor panick attack. “NO! WAIT! YOU CAN’T! I HAVE A FLY TO CAUGHT YOU CAN’T!!!” Unfortunately, it was too late as Isaac was already bringing the finger that happened to contain the tiny fox away from his face. The siamese cat would stop for a moment, realizing that his girly outfit had no pockets or whatsover. After a coupleof seconds of thinking, Isaac was left with no choice, but to use his free hand to quickly pull back both his skirt and paties, before bringing the index fingertip along with Valargent towards the open cloth. “I’M SORRY BOY, BUT THIS IS THE SAFEST PLACE YOU CAN RIDE. DON’T WORRY, IT’LL BE JUST A SIX HOURS FLY AFTER A TWO HOURS CAR DRIVE.” And with that last sentence Isaac made sure scrab the puny fox off against the wrinkled tip of his dick foreskin, being so pathetic and insignificant the godly feline didn’t even felt the added wieght of his puny passanger now stuck to the natural wetness of his tip. With a loud thump the elastic was set free and Valargent was sealed in his prision of pure masculinety.

Part 2

Valargent was still feeling the ache in his muscles from the gentle scratching he had received from the gigantic Siamese cat against the folds of his damp foreskin. While Isaac may have thought the action was gentle, to Valargent it felt brutal. The puny fox was able to feel every joint and muscle in his tiny body being scratched and flattened against the wrinkled flesh, the enormous fingerpad creating friction against the massive cat's tip.

The environment was heavy scented with the pure maleness of young male cat, the heat emanting from Isaac's body was too intense and Valargent could feel it hitting against his skin nearly as a solid. There was also the potent male musk, the natural masculine arome of Isaac was overwhelming within the confines of his cosplay costume. The fancy, white, silk fabric of the costume felt rough against the body of the tiny fox given the sheer size difference, it forced and pressed Valargent against the young feline manhood without mercy to the point the small boy couldn't even dare to move a single limb of his body. Isaac's outfit was provoking, tightly outline nearly every single curve of his slim and smooth build and leaving little to the imagination. Although, even if paying close attention to the cat's crotch area nobody would have been able to see or notice the small imprint of a tiny, micro sized passanger fighting for dear life.  

Things didn't get any better for Valargent. As soon as he heard the loud snap of Isaac's outfit's elastic band against the giant's skin, he felt a powerful jolt followed by a powerful rumble. Isaac was moving! Worse, the titanic feline was walking, his defined legs and muscular thighs propelling the girly boy forward step by step, causing an untold amount of friction between his legs and around his groin. All of this did not go unnoticed by the poor passenger within the confines of the cat's bulge. The puny fox was forced to deal with the swing of Isaac's genitalia back and forth, followed by the powerful impact of his feet against the floor. Even if the floor was miles down below, the force of the impact travelled all the way up through his legs, hitting poor Valargent as intensely as an earthquake would. And on top of that, there was a considerable amount of natural moisture within Valargent's new environment, all thanks to Isaac's crotch sweat. He only made it two steps before falling down.

Valargent's face would hit against the soft, wrinkled surface of Isaac's scrotum immediately below. From the insignificant point of view of an ant-sized micro, Isaac's balls seemed to be a vast landscape with mountains and valleys stretching out as far as the eye could see. The skin was rough and textured, with fur follicles sprouting out at regular intervals, resembling a massive, dense forest made entirely of pubic hair. The creases and folds of the skin were like deep canyons, with occasional drops of sweat rolling down like rushing, salty rivers. Isaac's scrotum seemed like an endless expanse of skin, with no end in sight, but Valargent knew very well it had the potential danger of crushing or squishing him if he wasn't careful.

Having the imminent danger of death by crushing in mind, the fox boy knew he couldn't allow himself to be thrown underneath one of Isaac's orbs. But no matter his efforts, nor the size of the cat boy's balls, the powerful movements of the walking legs, allied with the intense earthquakes caused by the footfalls from below, managed to force Valargent deeper into the depths of Isaac's bulge. Eventually, the space between fabric and skin became too narrow, and the fox found himself squeezed between damp fabric and warm skin. The new environment surrounding Valargent was even muskier and hotter, with the air thick with masculine arousal that the blue fox could even taste. Looking right above, the micro could see the slightly wet foreskin tip from which he just fell off, now seemingly looming so far away from him. But one thing caught the vulpine's attention, a blinking light coming from what seemed to be a tiny device stuck tightly to folds of wrinkled skin... "MY PHONE!" Valargent exclaimed terrified, immediately placing his hand into his pocket to confirm it was empty. "No! No! This can't be happening!" The tiny fox knew very well that without his phone, there was no way he would ever be able to contact that gigantic cat again. His puny heart began to race, and his mind was panicking with the possibility of Isaac eventually forgetting about the fact he was carrying a tiny passenger within the confines of his crotch.

But Valargent would soon learn he was out of time to even panic. As soon as he heard a considerably loud CLUNK, he exclaimed, "The door!" Isaac was just opening the car door, which meant that the kitty was about to take a seat anytime soon. Unfortunately, given Valargent's position, he was about to get a sample of what happens to tiny things underneath the orbs of a gigantic man as he's just about to take a seat. THUD! Valargent felt an untold amount of pain as his lower body and legs were nearly crushed underneath the incredible weight of a mountain-sized testicle. His upper body was free to breathe, but he could barely move. With a casual cross of his legs, Isaac closed the door, unaware that he was subjecting the poor fox to two hours of pure torture within the confines of his malehood.

The mere idea of a puny creature like that shrunken vulpine being able to climb the vast expanse of Isaac's orbs was laughable, and yet that became Valargent's only hope. Despite the daunting task ahead of him, he gazes up at the colossal expanse of Isaac's ballsack above him. He wastes no time in getting started, employing his dexterous claws and agile limbs to navigate the undulating surface of Isaac's scrotum. As he ascends the steep terrain, he revels in the sensation of the fabric fibers rubbing against his fur, the texture soothing yet invigorating. With each passing moment, he draws closer to his ultimate goal: the tip of Isaac's foreskin.

But not only was the task daunting, as Isaac's manhood was playing against the tiny fox. The high heat environment, the lack of light, and the surface of the cat's immense testicles only served to slow down his ascent. The skin is smooth and taut, the texture similar to a soft, pliable rubber. Valargent can see curly pubic fur, some of which is covered in oily, salty sweat, covering the surface, some of them standing on end, stretching themselves up into the sky above the puny fox taller than any tree he could ever think of. The color is a light bluishgray, and there are a few veins visible just beneath the surface. The surface is also dotted with small bumps, some of which seem to pulse slightly.

As if the challenge wasn't enough, there was also sweat to face. Valargent observed the glistening surface of Isaac's testicles as he continued his ascent. The salty sweat made his climb more difficult, as his small body struggled to maintain a grip on the slick skin. Droplets of sweat rolled down the curves of Isaac's testicles, leaving small trails in their wake.

Valargent had to be careful not to slip and fall, as the tiny droplets of sweat pooled together to form larger drops that threatened to dislodge him from his precarious position.

Despite the difficulty, Valargent pushed on, and just as he was getting close enough to the massive expanse of wrinkled skin above him, he noticed a rumble followed by a tremor. Isaac was adjusting his sitting position once more, rearranging the position of his crossed legs so casually, yet completely unaware of the severe consequences his actions were imposing on the poor micro beneath his notice.

Suddenly, a massive droplet of sweat hit Valargent with the force of a hurricane, sweeping him off his feet and carrying him down towards the base of the testicle. Panic set in as Valargent struggled to keep his head above the surface of the sweat, but it was impossible. He was being dragged under, feeling like he was drowning in the thick, viscous liquid.  

For what felt like an eternity, Valargent was trapped beneath the sweat, his lungs burning as he struggled to breathe and drinking a good amount of salty sweat. Finally, the droplet dissipated into the white fabric of Isaac's cosplay costume, and he was able to gasp for air, coughing and sputtering as he clung to the slick surface of the testicle. He was battered and bruised but alive. As he looked up towards the daunting climb he had just been swept down from, Valargent couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. The journey ahead was going to be even more challenging than he had ever imagined, and he was running out of time. He knew he couldn't stay under the Siamese's orbs, as the moment Isaac stood up and began to walk, he would be ground alive.

Starting from scratch, the poor fox had no other option but to climb all the way up once again. At least this time around, Valargent was a lot more aware of all the challenges he was going to face, and the second time around, he made it to the foreskin tip faster than before but no less exhausted. As Valargent finally reaches the base of Isaac's foreskin tip, he finds himself face-to-face with the wrinkled skin that surrounds the opening. From his tiny perspective, the folds seem like massive hills, and he can feel the heat radiating off of the skin. Valargent's heart races as he realizes he has finally made it. He takes a moment to catch his breath, admiring the view from the top. The skin around him is slick with sweat, and he can feel droplets of moisture hitting his fur. But despite the wetness and the near-drowning experience he had earlier, he feels a sense of triumph. Valargent takes in his surroundings, marveling at the sight of the foreskin opening, which seems to stretch out in front of him like a vast canyon. He can see the tiny hairs that line the entrance, and he can smell the musky scent of Isaac's sweat. But more than anything, he finally has his goal, the smartphone once again in reach. However, as if it were a cruel joke of fate, at this moment, Isaac casually moves a hand down below to scratch and readjust his bulge. 

The giant hand of the Siamese cat scratched so softly and casually against the white silk covering his manhood. Needless to say, Isaac had no idea he was dragging and pushing the poor passenger within the confines of his fabric against the wrinkled folds of his foreskin, sealing Valargent's fate by sending him into the depths of the folds. For Valargent, the triumph was short-lived as he basked in the glory of his accomplishment. At first, Valargent tried to cling to the skin and resist the motion, but it was no use. Isaac's scratching was too forceful, and he was powerless to resist. Valargent was pushed deeper and deeper into the folds of the foreskin, his body twisting and turning as he struggled to keep his bearings. The walls of the foreskin were slick with sweat, and Valargent could feel himself slipping and sliding as he was dragged along. He could see nothing but the pinkish-red flesh of Isaac's genitalia all around him, the folds and creases of the foreskin seeming to stretch out endlessly before him. The motion was dizzying, and Valargent felt disoriented and nauseous as he was jostled and bumped along the way. He tried to shout out for help, but his tiny voice was drowned out by the sound of Isaac's scratching. As the scratching finally subsided, Valargent found himself at the very base of the foreskin, surrounded on all sides by the pinkish flesh. Gasping for air, his heart racing, he realized how close he had come to being crushed or suffocated by the relentless motion. Valargent lay there for a moment, trying to catch his breath and regain his composure. He knew he had to get out of there, but the walls of the foreskin seemed to be closing in on him, making it difficult for him to move. At least he still had his phone with him this time around. But just as he was about to unlock it and text Isaac for help and to make the kitty aware of his predicament, a powerful tremor hit his tiny, musky, damp world.

It was Isaac who finally seemed to be standing up! Immediately, Valargent realized he was out of time. The Siamese god had arrived at the airport and was now leaving his Uber. The thumping steps of a giant walking became the tiny fox's background soundtrack once again. This time, Valargent had no way of knowing how long Isaac would be walking or what the gigantic cat was about to do. But the insignificant vulpine got a sample of what fate might have in store for him as he felt a strong jolt, followed by a pulse of the fleshy, vast walls all around him. Isaac's urethra was contracting. At first, Valargent had no idea why, but then a tiny, building-sized droplet escaped the monstrous-sized pee slit which was just right behind him. It was a droplet of pee! "Oh no! No way! Please God, no! Don't tell me that..." Yes, Isaac was walking hastily because he needed to pee!

As Isaac stands up out of the Uber car, Valargent's world suddenly jolts into motion. The once stable and familiar terrain of Isaac's foreskin shakes and bounces with every step Isaac takes. The fox boy grips onto the walls of flesh around him, desperately trying to hold on and not get flung around with the movement. Valargent's view is obscured by the folds of flesh, but he can feel Isaac's every move. The walls of flesh press in on him as Isaac's strides grow longer, carrying him deeper into the airport lounge. The air around Valargent is filled with the scent of Isaac's musk and the sound of his footsteps reverberating through the fleshy tunnel. Despite the fear and discomfort, Valargent can't help but be in awe of the incredible size and power of Isaac's body. The sheer magnitude of the world around him is staggering, and Valargent feels as though he is a tiny speck adrift in a vast and endless sea. He holds on tight, trying to keep himself from slipping deeper into the foreskin, and wonders where this wild ride will take him next, even though he knows very well what is just about to happen and how powerless he is to do anything about it.  

Isaac steps into the airport restoom in no time, rushing to find himself a urinal. The Siamese simply pushed aside the skin tight, white fabric of his cosplay costume allowing his long dong to flop freely in the open, cold air of the restroom. The giant fingers quickly move into action, grabbing the flaccid phallus, pulling back the foreskin and aiming. Valargent's heart skipped a beat as Isaac's fingers wrapped around his foreskin and pulled it back, revealing the pinkish glans beneath. The tiny blue fox boy was pressed flat against the surface of the glans, his body stuck to it by the thin layer of sweat that had accumulated there. The warm, moist environment made it hard for Valargent to breathe, and he was acutely aware of the enormous size of Isaac's anatomy in comparison to his tiny form. As Isaac stood there, preparing to urinate, Valargent watched helplessly as the stream of urine began to flow from the tip of Isaac's massive organ. He could feel the hot liquid splashing against his body, soaking his fur and making it hard to keep his footing on the slippery surface. He was filled with a sense of dread as he realized that he was in danger of being swept away by the powerful flow. The force of the stream is strong, slowly covering his tiny body in the pungent liquid. And Valargent can feel himself being pushed back against the surface of the glans as Isaac releases more urine.

The tiny fox can hear the sound of the urine hitting the surface of the urinal, a deafening roar that echoes all around him. The smell is overpowering, and he can taste the salty liquid on his tongue. The pressure of the urine against his tiny body is intense, and he feels like he might be swept away at any moment. Despite the danger, Valargent manages to hold on tightly to the surface of the glans, his tiny claws digging into the flesh to keep himself from being swept away. He can feel the glans vibrating with the force of the urine stream, and he fears that he might lose his grip. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Isaac finishes peeing and shakes off the last few drops. Valargent breathes a sigh of relief as he feels the pressure against his tiny body start to subside. He remains stuck to the surface of the glans, coated in a layer of Isaac's urine, but he is grateful to have survived the ordeal. At least until he noticed Isaac was about to release his foreskin. He looks up to see the massive folds of Isaac's foreskin descending upon him, blocking out the light and enveloping him completely. "ISAAC NO! PLEASE NOT AGAIN! AHAHAHA!!" Completely useless.  

Valargent attempts to push against the walls of the foreskin in the hope of creating a small gap for his escape, but to no avail. The folds are too tight and the walls too thick for him to make any progress. He can feel the foreskin contracting and expanding as Isaac moves, the pressure against his body constantly changing. As the minutes pass, Valargent realizes that he is completely trapped. He can hear the sound of Isaac's clothing rustling as he moves about, the occasional jolt as Isaac bumps into something or shifts his weight. But all the while, Valargent is held captive, unable to move or see anything beyond the confines of the foreskin. He can feel the dampness of Isaac's sweat and urine against his skin, the weight of the folds bearing down on him. The darkness is absolute, and the only sound is the steady rhythm of Isaac's breathing. Valargent begins to feel a sense of despair creeping over him, the realization that he may be trapped in there forever. But he pushes the thought away, waiting only for the moment when Isaac would remain relatively still for him to use his phone to text. He couldn't risk losing the only way he had to contact that all-powerful cat as Isaac moves. Finally, the change arrives as Isaac sits down by the counter at a fancy cafeteria, ready to relish a delicious donut along with an ice green tea lemonade.

Once again, from the perspective of the minuscule blue fox, sitting down was a little brutal for Isaac, even if it was as casual as possible. Valargent's world shifted and jostled as his tiny body was pushed and pulled by the movements of Isaac's bulge. As the package settled into the seat, Valargent found himself pressed tightly, with the scent of sweat and musk overpowering his senses as usual. But the tiny fox wasted no time and finally managed to text Isaac. "Hey! I'm still here!" he sent. Isaac was just taking a bite out of his strawberry donut when his phone vibrated in his handbag. The cat's eyes widened when he read the message and he immediately texted back. "OMG! I'm so sorry! I completely forgot about you! Gosh, are you alright?" Isaac seemed to be sincerely distressed about the tiny fox's situation, especially after realizing that he had taken a pee in the restroom, knowing that the poor micro certainly got a first-row seat. "I don't even know how you manage to endure down there all this time, but hey, if you made it this far, now you just have to survive for more... six hours or so... maybe more..." Even Isaac knew the puny micro was suffering in the confines of his private parts. But the reality was that Isaac could barely even imagine the situation that Valargent was going through, given the sheer size difference between them. Upon reading Isaac's replies, the blue micro began to get a little mad. Building some courage, Valargent texted back. "Is this a joke? You can't be serious! Take me out of here now!" However, the small vulpine was met with a minor tremor. Isaac was casually adjusting his posture, moving his legs, once again casually displaying his dominance over Valargent's tiny, musky world.

After finishing the last sip of his cold drink and adjusting his crossing legs one more time, Isaac read the reply. Feeling a little disappointed, he realized that without him, the fox would have become a tiny red stain beneath somebody's sole by now. Feeling outraged, Isaac texted, "Seriously? Listen, little speck, I'm saving your pathetic life. Do you think you would be better left behind on the hotel floor all by yourself? Besides, I can't take you out now. I'm in the middle of the airport coffee shop."  

Valergent read and immediately countered, "Why not go back in the restroom and just take me? Man, I'm stuffed inside your foreskin, smelling of pee! I'm covered in your pee!" Isaac was trying to be empathetic about the micro's predicament, but he couldn't help feeling a sense of superiority and indifference towards what was happening to Valargent on his own body. "Listen, I could try, but my flight departs soon, and I have to go to the boarding gate now. Besides, I don't even know where I could keep you without losing you!" Isaac texted, trying to reason with the helpless micro. On the other hand, Valargent only became even angrier upon reading the cat's last reply. "LOSING ME! You almost swept me away with your pee! How can you say you're concerned about not losing me?" But Valargent could tell that Isaac didn't even bother to read his last text as he felt a sudden jolt as Isaac's body moved, signaling that they were on the move again. The tiny fox boy clung to the soft folds of Isaac's foreskin as the Siamese cat stood up from his seat at the cafeteria. The sudden movement made Valargent lose his grip for a moment, and he slid down a few millimeters before managing to hold on tight to the skin again. 

As Isaac starts walking towards the boarding gate, Valargent is jostled and bounced around inside the confines of the foreskin. The movements are so violent that the little fox boy feels like he's on a roller coaster ride. He can feel the skin moving and stretching around him as Isaac's muscles flex and shift with each step. Valargent can see glimpses of the world outside through the folds of skin, but everything is distorted and blurry, no mention the white fabric of Isaac's costume blocked most of the light. The sound of Isaac's footsteps reverberates around him like thunder, making him feel tiny and insignificant. He can feel the warmth of Isaac's body, radiating through the soft skin and enveloping him in a cocoon of heat. As Isaac finally took his seat and buckled up, Valargent felt a momentary sense of relief, thinking that he might finally be safe. But then he realized that he was dangerously close to the cat's massive pee slit, which was ten times larger than his own body. Valargent tried to cling to the folds of Isaac's foreskin, desperate not to be swept away into the dark abyss of the cat's genitalia. But he knew that he was no match for the force of Isaac's movements, which caused the folds of skin to ripple and shift in unpredictable ways. As Isaac adjusted his position in his seat and shifted his weight, Valargent was jostled around and tossed to and fro, his tiny body perilously close to the edge of the foreskin. He felt a rush of air as Isaac's thighs shifted, and he was suddenly sucked towards the gaping maw of the pee slit. Valargent struggled to stay afloat as he was carried closer and closer to the edge of the opening, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see the dark void of the pee slit looming before him, and he knew that he was running out of time. With a burst of strength, Valargent dug his claws into the skin of Isaac's foreskin, trying to slow his descent. But it was no use. The force of Isaac's movements was too much for him to resist. Finally, with a sickening lurch, Valargent was sucked into the blackness of the pee slit. He tumbled down a long, slippery tunnel, his body twisting and turning as he went. The stench of urine along with the scent of male seed filled his nostrils, and he felt as though he was drowning. After what felt like an eternity, Valargent was finally spat out onto the moist surface of Isaac's urethral opening. He lay there, gasping for air, his body covered in a slimy film of urine and precum leftovers. As Isaac sat in his seat, oblivious to the tiny fox's near-death experience, Valargent realized that his journey was far from over.  

The blue fox would have to find a way to escape from Isaac's genitalia, but from his current perspective, even if he hadn't gone too far into Isaac's urethra, the opening back to the outside was already relatively far away from him. At least Valargent still had his phone in hand, so he texted, "Isaac, oh lord, your pee hole is ten times larger than me at the very minimum." It took a while for Isaac to reply as the cat waited for takeoff to connect to the airplane's Wi-Fi network. "Don't you go in there! If you do, I can't guarantee I can get you out without drowning you," the Siamese cat replied, without even knowing that it was already too late for that. Not only had Valargent already gone through the opening, but as the airplane gained speed to takeoff, he was pushed even further into the dark depths of Isaac's genitalia, confined within Isaac's body.

Valargent felt a sudden rush of air as the airplane began to take off, causing him to lose his footing and slide even deeper into Isaac's urethra. As he tumbled down the slippery, fleshy tunnel, he couldn't help but feel a sense of panic washing over him. The walls of the urethra were slick and slimy, and with each passing second, he was getting closer and closer to Isaac's bladder. Valargent tried to claw his way back up towards the opening of the urethra, but it was no use. The force of the takeoff was too strong, and he was quickly carried further and further down the passage.  

The sensation of being pushed deeper and deeper into Isaac's urethra was overwhelming, and Valargent felt as if he were being swallowed alive by the cat's body. He could feel the walls of the urethra pulsing and contracting around him. Fortunately, Valargent managed to stop his descent before reaching the bladder, but he was definitely lost for good; he was so far into the cat's urethra that he couldn't even see the dim light coming from the opening anymore.  

Immediately, the memory of Isaac's last message came to his mind, and the idea of being stuck within the confines of the gigantic Siamese cat's body forever or until drowning whenever the girly boy went to the restroom again or engaged in sexual activities made the little fox realize how pitiful the reality of his situation really was.  

"Alright, alright! I'm already inside! Please send help! Take me out! Take me out now!" Valargent spammed Isaac's phone with messages.

Gathering his phone and upon reading the multiple messages, Isaac tilted his head down to look at his own bulge between his legs, before covering his face with a hand in disapproval. Only then did he text a reply, "What did I tell you not to do! Listen, I can't help you. You're going to have to figure out a way to get out of there by yourself. And you better do it quickly; you've got about five and a half hours left before landing." But Valargent read it and became furious. "If you don't get me out of here... I'll... I'll... I'll teach you!" Valargent texted back, sounding more introverted and shy than ever. Isaac, on his side, took it as a personal challenge. He read it, rolled his eyes, and was not willing to let an insignificant micro think better than him. Barely able to hold a laugh, the gigantic Siamese replied, "Teach me what? You little germ, I want to see you try it." And to emphasize his point, Isaac decided to provide the puny fox with a small sample of his godly power. He simply and casually moved his hand down between his thighs and gave a slow, soft scratch on his package, knowing perfectly well the impact such an action would have on the insignificant being within the confines of his manhood.

Valargent's world was turned upside down as Isaac's hand moved down towards his crotch. As Isaac began to scratch his package, Valargent was forced to cling tightly to the walls of the urethra, struggling to maintain his balance. As he clung tightly to the walls of the urethra, Valargent couldn't help but feel a sense of dread at the thought of being trapped inside Isaac's body any longer. As soon as Isaac was done scratching, the feline took his phone once again. "You know what, I think I'm getting tired of taking shifts from you. I don't even know you, and you're literally small enough to get lost within my body. I don't know why I haven't blocked you already."  

Unfortunately, Valargent failed to reply or check the message in time, as he was still disoriented and recovering from the brutal earthquakes caused by Isaac's casual scratch of his bulge. And, unfortunately, that lack of response would seal his fate. "You know what, yeah, that's precisely what I'm gonna do. Good luck living inside my penis, asshole. Bye-bye."  

By the time the puny fox could read Isaac's last message, his heart sank. He couldn't believe that he had lost his only way of contacting the only person who ever knew about his insignificant existence - the person who he was currently lost and trapped inside of!

The shrunken vulpine insisted and repeatedly tried to text back Isaac's number, but no matter what, the app wouldn't let him do it. Eventually, Valargent was forced to come to terms with the fact that he had wasted that opportunity and that he was better off trying to figure out a way out of the cat's large manhood before landing. He took advantage of the fact that Isaac would be sitting and not moving too much for the next five hours. Valargent was determined to find his way out of Isaac's urethra, despite the odds against him. He pushed and prodded his way through the tight confines, using every bit of his small frame to navigate the twists and turns. At times, he could feel the walls closing in around him, threatening to crush him into nothingness. But he was relentless, never giving up on his quest to find a way out. Despite his valiant efforts, however, Valargent soon realized that he was hopelessly lost. He had no sense of direction, and the winding passage seemed to go on forever. He tried retracing his steps, but everything looked the same. Suddenly, the puny vulpine felt an overpowering earthquake. Isaac was standing up! His time was up!

The sudden jolt of Isaac standing up caught the insignificant fox by surprise once again. Valargent plummeted down into the depths of the seminal vesicle, surrounded by a sea of thick, sticky fluid that seemed to cling to his every move. His tiny form twisted and turned in the inky darkness, struggling to stay afloat as he was carried along by the churning currents. The walls of the vesicle loomed over him, their rough, jagged surfaces seeming to taunt him with their impenetrable strength.

Desperately, Valargent tried to swim upwards, his tiny arms and legs flailing as he searched for a way out. But the fluid was too thick and viscous, and he soon found himself being pulled further and further down, deeper into the abyss. He felt his chest constricting with fear and panic, the crushing pressure of the fluid squeezing in around him from all sides. 

As he tumbled helplessly through the dark, twisting passageways of the vesicle, Valargent could feel his strength fading. His tiny body was rapidly growing weak and tired, eventually Valargent was no more drowning in the depths of a white, warm churning of male seed within the confines of the genitalie of gigantic effeminate boy would never even have know about his end. As by the time Isaac stepped out of the airplane he had already pushed any thoughts about his tiny passanger into back of his mind, never even caring to give Valargent's predicament a second thought Isaac simply continued to carry on with his own life. Later on that day Isaac would jerk himself off to his favorite only fan fluencer on Twitter, emptying his vesicle and descarting Valaergent, tiny blue body into the toilet along his white seed. Moments before flushing the toilet, the thoughts of the micro fox stuck within the confines of his phallus, still throbbing hard on his other hand, came to mind. Isaac would stare at the white liquid floating the clean water of the toilet with a smirk, saying. "Bye bye puny". Finally flushing, not even knowing Valargent was long dead by drowing in his seed.