title: Slowly Seduced by a Serial Shrinker aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Kyrm] id: [30687798] date: 星期三, 十月 26日 2022, 4:04:03 下午 modified: 星期三, 十月 26日 2022, 5:14:09 下午

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Slowly Seduced by a Serial Shrinker

Author: Kyrm Source: Slowly Seduced by a Serial Shrinker [Commission]

Arm wrapped around his latest catch, Rory couldn’t help but feel exceptionally lucky with this one – it almost made him feel cocky about his own looks. The brown and white dog had a handsome head of red hair, and the dumbest grin on his face. His current source of giddiness was the slender, peach-colored, pink-haired twink of a fox who didn’t seem to want to stray too far from him, talking away about this and that while staying tucked underneath Rory’s arm.

That was Cai, who had stumbled into Rory’s life just that night. An impromptu first date, started by the fox’s not-so-subtle flirtations, had led from a bar crawl to a walk back to Cai’s house; the two-story structure now stood just in front of them.

“Welcome,” Cai said, breaking away from Rory the moment they entered so that he could offer a sweeping gesture around the room, “to my humble abode.”

“Nice place,” Rory admitted.

“Oh, before I forget.” Cai walked right up to Rory and stood on his tiptoes. As their chests pressed together he thought that the fox might be going in for a kiss.

A click overhead dispelled that delusion. Rory looked up and saw a strange lock on the living room door, situated high enough up that Cai needed to stand on his toes to reach it. While looking up at the lock, Rory felt a quick peck against the side of his cheek. He went to return the affectionate gesture, but Cai had already pulled away and turned around, tail swishing in flirtatious rhythm.

“That to keep short people from breaking in?” Rory joked.

“Or getting out,” Cai replied. “But you don’t have to worry about that, do you big boy?”

Rory didn’t. The dog stood at a hearty 6’1’’, a good head taller than his vulpine date.

The flirting continued for all of five minutes before they were upstairs; the sexual tension had been palpable before that. It was an immense relief to Rory when the two started shucking off clothes and planting kisses on one another whenever possible.

Soon, Rory put himself on full display for his lithe lay. With just a bit of cute paunch around his stomach, and even more around his thighs, accentuated by tufts of fluff, he would have proudly described himself as “pleasingly plump.” He guessed Cai might be inclined to agree, considering the way that he was sizing Rory up from head to paw.

“I sure know how to pick them,” Cai said, licking his lips as he continued to ogle Rory.

Rory, for his part, felt much the same. The slender fox, now in the nude, had a coat of peach-colored fur. His svelte arms and legs gave way to solid black fur that looked almost like lingerie on his supple frame. Like Rory, he was already hard.

“Well, what’re you waiting for?” Cai asked, turning and raising his tail, revealing Rory’s goal: a pert fox rump that already had the canine letting out a lustful, almost predatory growl.

He came up behind Cai, holding the fox in a forward-facing embrace, enjoying the feeling of the shorter, lither male enshrouded in his arms, ears folded underneath his chin.

“Mmh,” Cai sighed, pressing his rear into Rory’s already stiff length. The canine decoupled his hands, letting them run along Cai’s chest. He tweaked the fox’s nipples, causing Cai to let out another moan. Rory just chuckled as he continued his descent, savoring the small, breathy gasps that Cai seemed to be trying to conceal.

“Cute dick,” Rory commented, when he finally wrapped his hands around Cai’s little erection – emphasis on little; it was nothing compared to Rory’s seven incher, which, freed from its sheath, currently prodded at Cai’s backdoor. “Don’t think it’ll be of much use tonight, though.”

Soon, they were at it like the animals they were, Cai bent over and taking it, begging for more. The difference in height between the two was just right, tight fox ass clenching around Rory’s dick. Cai lay face down, hands, oddly enough, underneath his pillow. Not that Rory had much brainpower to process that sort of meaningless oddity while his tongue lolled out and his cock was milked by an ass that felt like the perfect fit.

“Just like that, you little bitch,” Rory growled, going so far as to pull on Cai’s tail. The fox yelped in pleasure, and in that moment, it was like flipping a switch.

Cai arched his back, forcing Rory to drape himself over the fox. In this position, Cai wasn’t so tight anymore. But what really caught Rory off-guard was the fact that the ass his hands sunk into seemed just the slightest bit softer, plusher – and the returning thrusts from Cai? Well, Rory hadn’t expected the fox to be much of a power bottom, but soon the two were trading thrust for thrust.

It wasn’t soon after that both Rory and Cai both enjoyed powerful orgasms.

Sometime amidst their restful reverie, Rory spooning Cai in bed, the fox broke the peaceful moment, saying, “I’ve got something to take care of in the morning.”

“Oh,” Rory said, sounding a bit disheartened. Though he had come here fully planning on a one night stand himself, he thought they were both very… compatible, to say the least. He had hoped that he had made some sort of impact on the fox to make him feel the same.

“Oh, no, no,” Cai said, seeming to realize what it sounded like. “Stop by tomorrow afternoon,” he said, rolling over in bed to plant a quick kiss on the dog’s cheek. “I promise: I’ll have a big day planned for you.”

“It’s a date,” Rory said.

Cai had to admit, it had been a good lay.

So good, in fact, he had nearly failed to carry out his plan. He had been in the throes of ecstasy, eyes closed as he savored the sensation of being filled by Rory. Luckily, the dog had given him a friendly reminder: “Little bitch.”

That was Cai’s cue. He had kept his hands lying in wait under his pillow, the place where he had concealed his phone – his real phone, not the cheap piece of plastic he kept on his person outdoors. This particular phone, which he now held, had no call function, no camera, not even Wi-Fi. In fact, it only looked like a real phone.

It was something far better.

The device’s screen served as the only source of light in Cai’s room while he stared at the active app, which showed a generic silhouette of a dog on it. Next to that silhouette, there was a vertical sliding scale, then a single name followed by a measurement.

Rory: 5’6’’.

Rory may not have even noticed last night that Cai’s ass was just a little fuller, that the fox’s movements became just a bit more forceful – or, perhaps, the dog had just been too horny for his own good, only registering these things in the back of his mind. Cai licked his lips in anticipation as he stared at that number on the screen. Normally, he preferred to do this next part in-person, but he couldn’t wait any longer. Cai pressed his finger to the screen’s slider, inching it down, watching the number next to Rory’s name dwindle.

Rory: 5’3’’

Under the covers, the peach-colored fox started stroking his erection.

The next morning, Rory felt fantastic.

Why wouldn’t he? That was the best sex the dog had enjoyed in a very long time. He rolled out of bed with a stupid smile on his face, still groggy as he stood up and stretched. He let out an “oops” as the briefs he had slept in slipped right off his hips. He chuckled as he made his way to the bathroom – they had always been a little loose. Besides, Rory lived alone, might as well go commando, save for his shirt.

Rory rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he entered the bathroom.

A tired brain can miss many things in an unfamiliar environment: like how a doorknob is just a bit higher than usual. Or how a pair of briefs might slip off the second you get out of bed. But in plain light, right in front of the mirror, wearing a baggy pajama shirt that went down to his hips?

“I’m smaller,” Rory concluded, blinking at his reflection.

Much smaller, he realized. He had no way to measure himself, but he didn’t need to. He had lost – maybe not a foot from his 6’1’’ frame, but close. Too much. Too much? he thought to himself, as if a single inch wasn’t enough cause for concern.

Rory threw off the oversized shirt and inspected himself.

“What?” he asked, balking at not just his size, but his figure. He wasn’t just smaller, he was thinner. The paunch in his stomach seemed to have slimmed down. Some of the fat around his legs just wasn’t there anymore.

“Think,” he told himself. It was an order. He had to think, had to rationalize this instead of panicking. What had happened? What was different about yesterday?

Of course, there was only one answer. It was an impossible one, yet the only thing he could consider: Cai.

Throwing on a draping shirt and the only pair of pants he had with drawstrings that could be tightened to comical extremes—enough to hug his waist and make him look like a child in his father’s clothes—Rory ran out the door.

The drive there was strange for Rory. His car felt awkward at his new size, but he managed. By the time he arrived, Rory was nervous, and feeling like a complete idiot. What was Cai supposed to do about this? The flirtatious fox had been a lay, he reminded himself. He wasn’t a wizard or a mad scientist, he was just a bottom who Rory had stuffed silly.

Still, the fox was expecting him today, and Rory couldn’t think of any other explanation: the fox had something to do with this. Rory rapped on the fox’s door over and over, muttering “Come on…” His heart pounded as he pressed his ear to the door, hoping to hear the fox moving around inside.

He was pressing so hard against the door that he stumbled forward when it opened, tumbling right into Cai’s chest. The fox didn’t budge, and Rory pulled himself away. “Cai!” he exclaimed. “Cai, I…” He stopped to take in the sight of Cai’s slender, boyish frame. It seemed much more imposing now that Rory only reached his snout – scratch that, he was at the chin. Had he shrunk more? Cai didn’t seem to notice. He looked down at Rory, a smile on his face.

A knowing smile, Rory would guess.

“Oh, hi there, little guy…” Cai said, bending over just a bit so that they would be face-to-face. “Are you lost?” he asked.

“Cai, that’s not funny,” Rory whined, his aggression replaced by desperation. “Do you know what’s going on?”

The peach-colored fox furrowed his brow, as if in thought. He tapped his chin and let out a “hm.” Then, he asked, “Rory?” He tilted his head. “Is that really you?”

“You’re a terrible actor, Cai,” the dog groaned. “Please, just tell me what’s happening.”

“Well, you better come in, pup… Don’t want anyone to see that cute little butt of yours if you happen to shrink out of your clothes.”

“Shrink out of my…” His heart skipped a beat at the thought that he might get even smaller. He followed the fox inside. “Cai, hey, come on, I –” His words were cut off as Cai slammed the front door. Cai looked down at Rory for a moment before looking up at the door; Rory followed his gaze up, way up, to where he saw that strange lock, which Cai needed to tiptoe to reach.

Which Rory was now too short to reach.

“Cai, did you shrink me?” the dog asked, the words coming out slow as Cai locked the door.

“Would you believe me if I said yes?” Cai countered.

“I don’t think I’d believe you if you said no, either,” Rory said, gesturing up to the lock as evidence.

“Fair enough,” Cai said. His hand slid into his left pocket then emerged with a cell phone. He showed the screen to Rory, whose eyes lit up in surprise.

SHRINKR, the app said. Rory saw it all: the silhouette of a dog, the slider ticked ever-so-slightly downward, his own name, and a measurement: 5’0’’.

“Five feet? Is that my current height? I lost more than a foot!” he exclaimed.

“Well, to be fair,” Cai said while he stroked Rory’s hair, “you woke up a good three inches taller than that.”

“You’re still shrinking me?” Rory asked.

“My dear, little doggy,” Cai said, hugging the canine’s head to his chest. Rory was powerless to fight back. “We’ve just started.”

The alarms in Rory’s head had turned to full-blown sirens. This might be his only shot, he realized, and with a sudden surprise effort, he grabbed for the fox’s phone.

“Ah, ah,” Cai said, too quick for the dog. He smirked, holding it far out of Rory’s reach.

Even in his shrunken state, Rory was sure that, even at this size, had he at least had his original muscle mass, he would have been able to give the fox a run for his money. But now, Rory realized, they were similarly built – he was almost as much of a twink as Cai, and Cai then had the edge in height, almost by six or seven inches, Rory guessed.

“Rory,” Cai said, a smirk on his face, “I’m hurt. The second that I give you this opportunity, you try to end it.” He shook his head. “I’m giving you a whole wide world to explore.”

“What, the world of being legally declared a midget?”

“No, no…” Cai practically purred the words. “You’re not thinking big enough.” He returned to stroking Rory’s head. “Or small enough…”

The mixed signals kept the canine confused. On one hand, Cai still seemed up for playing, and though Rory was reluctant, part of him was starting to see the appeal of someone so lithe and charming as Cai being able to please him on a larger scale. That being said, this was his height, his life – he couldn’t go anywhere at five-foot-nothing. He’d be a laughing stock. His friends would have him as a living, breathing armrest. Not to mention the question of how he would manage to drive a car, or get a new wardrobe…

“I’ll be your world,” Cai breathed the words, lowering his face directly in front of Rory’s.

The fox initiated a kiss between the two, his much larger tongue intruding into Rory’s mouth. He could do nothing to stop it, not that he wanted to. Rory was used to being with guys shorter than him, so this was a new experience. Their tongues didn’t entwine so much as Cai’s pressed against the canine’s before effortlessly pushing it back, Rory letting out a slight gasp of pleasure as he felt Cai’s larger tongue intrude upon his mouth.

When Cai pulled away, he left Rory nearly breathless.

“Being short has some benefits, don’t you think?” Cai asked, standing back up to his full height.

“Maybe…” Rory said, still reluctant.

“Mhm,” Cai replied. He turned and entered the living room. Rory couldn’t help but watch the fox as he went. Cai seemed to be well aware that he was being ogled, as he put one knee up on his couch, the shape of his full ass apparent against his tight jeans. He put a hand against his right cheek, squeezing to emphasize its roundness. “Here’s another benefit I can think of: more ass than you can handle.”

“I…” Rory blurted before clearing his throat. “I think I’m up to the task,” he said, hands on his hips as he tried to sound confident.

Cai let out a girlish giggle, though that didn’t help Rory’s confidence. It sounded like he’d just giggled at a good joke, one at the shrunken canine’s expense. Still, he couldn’t exactly leave, and even if he could, well… “More ass than you can handle” was quite a claim.

“Well?” Cai asked, looking back at Rory with a come-hither expression. “I’m waiting.”

Rory didn’t need to be told twice. He made his way over to Cai, though facing him from behind made him feel even smaller. Last night, he had shucked the fox’s pants right off. This time, though, he felt like a nervous schoolboy.

“Aren’t you going to undress me?” Cai asked.

“R-right,” Rory stammered. He reached around the fox’s hips and fumbled with the button. He grunted, realizing just how tight these jeans were, and just how much weaker he was at this size.

Cai let out another tittering laugh. “Here, it’s okay,” he cooed the words as he eased Rory’s hands away. The dog felt pathetic – yet, at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel turned on. He didn’t want to dwell on that thought, though, so he instead focused on disrobing himself. Not a difficult task, considering how loose his pants were already.

Soon, the two were nude, and Cai’s ass looked enormous.

It had already been a fair size at Rory’s previous height. But five-foot-nothing, with Rory slimming down as he shrank? Each cheek was bigger than his head.

“Go on,” Cai said, waving his rump from side to side. “Fuck me.”

And Rory tried. He didn’t think about foreplay, not with an ass so huge on full display, just begging to be fucked. It may have been cheating, considering his shrunken size, but it was the largest one he had ever seen, and he wanted to mount it.

However, try as he might, Rory hit a snag: he couldn’t get into the right position.

With Cai bent over, one knee on the couch, he was spread and ready for the dog, but Rory was just too short. No matter the angle, he couldn’t get it in.

“Could you…” Rory said, feeling embarrassed. “Could you lie down on the couch?”

“Aw,” Cai cooed, standing back up. He wrapped his tail around Rory’s back. “Too short?”

“Y-yeah,” Rory answered. It was strange, the shift of a foot in height changed the entire dynamic between the dog and fox. Where Rory had once been confident, tugging at Cai’s tail and calling him a bitch, he now felt inexperienced and awkward – unsure of himself under Cai’s self-assured grin.

“Only a foot and you’re already so helpless,” Cai commented, articulating just how Rory felt. “How about you sit down?”

Rory did, his shrunken body sinking into the couch, still hard. Cai remained standing, making him seem even larger than before, his ass tantalizingly close to the dog’s face.

Cai looked back down from over his shoulder, shaking his ass a few times in front of Rory’s face. “You want this, right?”

“I do,” Rory replied in an instant. He was already more than hard – the sight alone had him leaking. This entire strange encounter had gotten him more worked up than he would ever admit.

“How about we play a game, then?”

“Uh-huh,” Rory replied, though he was hardly listening. He just wanted to sink his teeth into the fox’s ass at this point.

“If I can make you cum, you have to shrink for me,” Cai said, patting his ass. “Sound good?”

“Yeah,” Rory sighed the word. “Wait…” he hadn’t even thought about what he agreed to.

“What a good boy,” Cai cooed, and with that, he dropped himself directly onto Rory’s lap.

The downsized dog let out an “oof” from the weight. In his smaller, less muscular state, it was hard to handle that much fox dropping down on him at once. Rory’s erection folded directly into the curvature of the fox’s plush cheeks.

“Cai, I don’t – oh,” he let out a groan as the lap dance began in full. Cai shifted his rump, and all of the twink fox’s weight was put to work pleasing Rory. He couldn’t even tell him to stop. He had already been so turned on, it was only a matter of time until he came.

But if he came, he would shrink.

As much as his arousal wanted him to give in to Cai’s erotic, rhythmic motions, Rory refused. He grit his teeth and sank back into the couch. He closed his eyes and tried to think un-sexy thoughts as the moaning mass that was Cai began to adjust and ease Rory’s erection right into his ass. The wet warmth of Cai’s ass completely enveloped Rory’s erection down to its base. The dog let out a series of poorly stifled moans and whimpers.

Just last night, he had been pounding away at this ass, in complete control. Now, his own reduced frame laid helpless underneath Cai, who moved up and down, up and down, taking all of Rory’s length without any protest. In fact, Rory could hear him letting out soft giggles the entire time.

“I can hardly feel it,” Cai said. “It’s just so small.”

“Y-you shrank me,” Rory said, gritting his teeth as he felt himself leaking. Call it pride, but he couldn’t help but defend the size of his erection. “Of course it’s small.”

“And it’ll only get smaller,” Cai teased. “Just. Like. You.” On each of those three words, Cai pumped his hips, and that was it for Rory.

The dog let out a hitched gasp. The thought of being smaller terrified him, yet, somehow, the words had been the trigger to his orgasm. The fox mercilessly continued his movement up and down, up and down, all that soft weight pulverizing Rory against the equally soft couch. Cai’s enormous ass milked every last drop while Rory spurted gout after gout of hot cum.

By the time Cai got up, Rory was panting. The fox, however, hardly looked winded as he turned around to inspect his handiwork, clearly pleased.

“Well, looks like I win,” Cai said. “But, let’s be real here: we’re both winners, puppy.”

“Don’t call me that,” Rory whined, shuddering as just a bit more cum leaked out from his sheath. “And, I didn’t… I didn’t mean to agree to being shrunk,” he added.

“But you did,” Cai said, reaching over to the coffee table to pick up his phone. “Besides, it looks like you’re worn out already, and that was just round one.”

“I don’t know how much more of that I can take,” Rory admitted. And it was true, even with all of the bizarre size games, Cai had ridden him silly.

“Don’t worry, little guy. I’ve got the solution.”

Rory watched, helpless as Cai pressed a button on the phone. From his current position, half-sunken into the couch and gasping for air, Rory only vaguely grasp that he was shrinking. He felt his feet creeping up off the floor, as he became too short for them to reach.

However, strangest of all, as the shrinking kicked in, Rory’s heartrate picked back up. Where, moments ago, he had been ready for a nap, he suddenly felt a kick of adrenaline.

“What?” the dog asked, looking around. It was as if someone had injected him with a dose of caffeine.

“All that size has to go somewhere,” Cai explained as he set the phone back on the table, seeming to make sure to bend over and give Rory a good sight of the cum-stained ass that had just had its way with him. “It gets turned into energy, and…” The fox paused, staying bent over but looking back at Rory and licking his lips. As if on cue, Rory, mortified, realized that he was already getting hard again. It wasn’t just that he was turned on by Cai, it was something else, something he couldn’t help. “Other kinds of energy,” the fox said, turning around in full and reaching down to fondle the downsized dog’s balls, causing Rory to let out a yelp.

“You mean…” Rory said, squirming as the fox didn’t relent, toying with both his balls in a single hand. “You mean every time I cum you can just…”

“Make you cum again,” Cai finished for him, gently squeezing Rory’s nuts and making him let out a groan. “And again.” This time, his hand rose to the dog’s shaft, which it almost seemed capable of enveloping. “And again.” On the final utterance, Cai let go of Rory’s throbbing erection.

Though still terrified about losing his height, Rory had to admit, Cai was sweetening the deal.

“Now, how about you get back up?” Cai asked, standing to his full height. “Let’s see if you have a new perspective on things.”

Rory had almost forgotten that he just shrank. However, as he obliged the fox and stood, it became abundantly clear. Before, Cai had been about a head taller. Now, though, Rory stared up at the fox’s chest. More specifically, he gaped upwards at the fox, who looked back down. Cai’s eyes were just as wide as Rory’s, and his smile looked genuine. It was then that the canine realized just how much Cai enjoyed this shrinking process, and part of him wondered how long he would make their game go, knowing that Cai could wear him down to the point of exhaustion before jolting him awake by sapping his size.

Cai reached his arm around Rory’s head and held him against his body. Rory struggled for a moment, but it proved futile. Though he had renewed energy, his arms felt weaker than ever. Even a more forceful push didn’t cause him to budge from the fox’s embrace. He suspected that he had been sapped of even more muscle mass during the shrinking process, though he didn’t have the chance to examine himself, as, soon, both of Cai’s arms held onto him.

The fox let out an affectionate coo as he kept Rory there. He could hear Cai’s heart beating fast. Rory had to admit, in spite of all the chaos this last half hour had brought, he felt comfortable.

“Did you like it when I made you cum?” Cai asked. The words were muffled to Rory, as he was still being held tightly.

“Mhm,” Rory couldn’t help but whine out the reply, burying his face deeper into Cai’s chest fluff. He shivered as he felt a large hand brushing against his head.

“Good,” Cai said. “Because now it’s my turn.”

“What?” Rory asked, no longer muffled by Cai’s chest, as he was released.

“I want to be sure I get my turn,” Cai explained. “I mean, I let you play with my ass so much today and last night…” Rory took a step back, and he stumbled right back onto the couch. Now, with Rory facing forward, he had a full view of the erection creeping out of Cai’s sheath, slowly engorging itself to an intimidating length.

“I did enjoy you pulling on my tail… calling me your little bitch.” He seemed to shiver with delight at the memory, his cock twitching once more. “But,” he said, groping his length, “I don’t think there’s anything ‘little’ about me anymore.” He squeezed again at his erection. Rory couldn’t help but compare it to his own. The fox dick that he had previously teased for being small now dwarfed his own by at least an inch and a half. “Besides, I want a taste of your cute little butt… before it’s too small for me to enjoy.”

Rory’s mouth went dry. He blinked up at Cai. Surely this was some kind of joke. “I’ve never…” Rory tried to explain. “I mean, I’m a – I’m a top. And you’re so… so much bigger.”

“It’ll be a tight fit,” Cai admitted. “Tell you what: let’s make a deal.”

“What kind of deal?” he asked, skeptical after the last bargain he had jumped into

“If you don’t cum while I fuck you, I’ll grow you back.”

“You will?” Rory asked.

“Mhm.” Cai nodded.

Rory debated for a moment. He had never done something like this before. The dog was always on top, even if he did have a plush bottom to show off. Still, he needed to get back to normal. Maybe then he could talk some sense into Cai, take the app that was changing his size, and get out of here.

Maybe even shrink Cai for some payback.

And he had to admit, some part of him got a small thrill from the role reversal.

“Deal,” Rory said.

“Good boy,” Cai beamed. The fox reached down, and with hardly any effort, he flipped Rory over, now face down on the couch. At his normal size, his paws would have hung over the edge. Now, though, he was scrawny enough that he left plenty of room for Cai, his face pressing against a pillow, ass up in the air while his legs were spread out.

He kept his eyes clenched shut, heart racing as he wondered just how painful it would be.

“So tense,” Cai said. “You’re going to cum more than me, little guy. Trust me.”

The fingers that started teasing Rory’s ass were slow and deliberate, as if Cai had experience doing this. Rory shivered as he felt a trickle of saliva running down his backside. Cai’s comparatively large yet gentle hands kneaded his rump, both hands easily able to cup one cheek each. It was a sensual massage, one that left Rory feeling relaxed.

“B-be gentle,” Rory stammered.

“Oh,” Cai cooed. “It’s so cute that you think you still have any say in what’s going on.”

Rory’s eyes shot open as a sharp and sudden pain coursed through him. The small dog thrashed and kicked, but Cai’s strong arms kept him from collapsing. He could feel his stomach bulge ever-so-slightly from Cai’s cock, and he let out a low moan, unsure if he would be able to take it.

Then, though, as the saliva-slicked erection began to glide in and out, in and out, something incredible happened: violent waves of pleasure coursed through the dog’s body.

Cai’s erection wasn’t just filling, it was huge – huge enough to hit every pleasure center inside of Rory’s ass. His body shuddered in uncontrolled delight from the new sensation, his tail involuntarily wagging.

“Who’s the little bitch now?” Cai asked.

And through the horny haze, Rory managed to pant out a, “Me…” He went to reach for his erection. He didn’t even care about his bet. He had no control here. Cai was just so assertive, so overpowering. He had complete control while penetrating Rory; the only thing he could think to do was touch himself.

“Ah, ah,” Cai tutted, one of his much larger hands pushing Rory’s own away from his needy length. “I have to make you cum, remember?”

Rory’s breathing went shallow. He whimpered, unable to touch himself, and feeling close to bursting with Cai’s dick. He could feel it leaking inside of him – the throbbing length keeping him waiting for each impact, provoking another shudder throughout his entire body.

“Oh, you’re already leaking,” Cai commented. He used the sort of voice that someone might when realizing a pet had done something exceptionally cute.

Rory, for his part, hadn’t even realized that he came – it just started dribbling out.

Then, without warning, his pleasure peaked in response to another sensation: a deluge of steaming hot cum. Rory let out a cry of surprise as the orgasm filled his insides, Cai finally pulling his cock from the shrunken dog’s tight ass and allowing him to collapse in a heap.

“That…” Rory panted the word out as he lay on the couch, in a puddle of his own cum. He couldn’t think of what to say, or what to think.

Cai, for his part, didn’t seem fazed. He just patted Rory’s rump once and said, “I’m going to get cleaned up, cutie.”

Cutie, the word sent another pleasant shiver up his spine. That’s when Rory realized he wasn’t just resting in cum, but drool as well. He could still feel Cai’s cum leaking out his ass, too. He had never been so humiliated. At his previous size, he never would have even considered letting someone like Cai bend him over. It wasn’t just pride, it was a preference: Rory liked being on top.

But now, well, he had only lost a foot and a half. Two feet? He couldn’t keep track.

“Someone lost his bet again,” Cai said in a sing-song voice, returning to the room with his phone in hand. He had only been gone for a few minutes, but he looked as if he was no worse for wear. He had driven Rory through some of the most intense sexual experiences of his life, yet his tight twink body had him looking like he was ready to run a marathon. “Good thing, too. You’re all tuckered out. Here…”

Rory didn’t even protest as Cai tapped his phone and began to slide Rory’s height down… and down. A sudden burst of energy made Rory blink and look around as if he just woke up.

“Rise and shine, little fella,” Cai said. “Don’t you want to see how small you’ve gotten?”

Those words were like a rude awakening from a pleasant dream. Rory’s feeling of contentedness evaporated almost immediately. Feeling a bit sick to his stomach, cum still dribbling out from between his cheeks as he rose from the bed, Rory already knew he wasn’t going to like what he saw.

From chest high to stomach high, Rory couldn’t be any taller than three feet.

“How is this possible?” Rory gaped. He looked from the twink titan who stood over him to his own body; he couldn’t even recognize the thin arms as his own, nor the taut and slender stomach.

“I thought it was impossible, too,” Cai said. “I thought it was impossible for you to get any cuter, but here we are.”

“No, Cai,” Rory said, finally coming back to his senses. He had been fucked and shrunken down to half his original height. “This isn’t right. Can’t you put me at a better height… please?”

Cai tapped his chin. “Well, you did say please.”

Rory sighed with relief as he watched Cai tap away at his phone. Then, that relief turned to dread as, for the first time, he had the chance to watch Cai grow before his very eyes.

His vision slipped from Cai’s belly button. He crept downward until he found himself face-to-face with the fox’s cock, tucked away into its sheath.

“Is that a better height?” Cai asked, giggling at his joke.

“No!” Rory cried up. He moved back, too intimidated by his close vantage point of the fox’s cock and balls. He knew the monster lurking in that sheath, and he didn’t want to be close to it right now. He glared at his amorous abuser, who only seemed to look at him with utter adoration. “Change me back, Cai! I mean it.”

“I’m sorry, Rory, but you lost our last game.”

“So that means…”

“We have to play again,” Cai said. “And I’ve got the best idea, since you’re down there…” The fox took a step forward. Rory took a step back, covering half the ground. With another step, the fox’s sheath was only inches away from Rory’s face; he could smell the faint, masculine aroma hidden within. “Would you mind sucking me off? If you can make me cum, I’ll grow you back.”

Rory looked at the sheath, remembering back to how thoroughly he had been fucked by it. As tempting an offer as it was, he wanted another option.

“My, um… my teeth,” Rory said lamely, trying to come up with an excuse. “I’m just worried that they might cut you is all, since my mouth is so small. Is there anything else I could do?”

“Aw,” Cai cooed, stroking the back of Rory’s head. “It’s adorable that you think anything you do can hurt me. Don’t worry, puppy, your big bad teeth won’t do a thing to me.” With that, he gestured again to his sheath.

“I… hey, didn’t you cum last time? Shouldn’t it be my turn?”

“You came all over my couch,” Cai replied. “You know, after I fucked your tight little ass.”

As if he could forget. Though the shrinking seemed to have diminished the soreness in Rory’s ass, the sensation wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

“Besides,” Cai said, “I don’t have to ask politely.”

“Wh – mmph!” Rory’s question was immediately stifled as the fox took Rory’s face and pressed it into his crotch. His snout was buried in sheath and balls as he let out muffled protests. He could do nothing but breathe in the lithe fox’s masculine scent, Rory’s heart racing as he realized that the entrapment was starting to cause his own erection to stir – he couldn’t help it, he remained intensely attracted to the fox who now loomed over him.

“Lick,” Cai ordered.

This time, Rory listened. Like the dog that he was, he lapped vigorously at Cai’s sheath, his tongue dragging along the cum-slicked length as it started to emerge. He could feel his current position growing cramped, his face now pressed not just against a sheath, but an erection that was slowly pressing against his face.

“It goes in your mouth,” Cai said. “For a dog, you aren’t very well-trained.”

He hardly had a choice, it was either that or let the burgeoning erection continue to press up against him while Cai kept his nose in it. He was rewarded with a satisfied, “oh,” from Cai as the erection entered his mouth. It had still only just emerged from the sheath, and Rory realized that it still had a lot of growing to do.

Unlike bottoming, Rory had plenty experience handling dicks with his mouth. He swirled the still-growing length around with his tongue, breathing in the heady scent of Cai’s arousal. He felt same pride from the moans that his tongue elicited working Cai’s shaft: even at this size, he still managed to at least affect the fox.

As his erection swelled, Cai still kept Rory’s head in place. The dog could feel Cai’s cock demanding more and more space, forcing his jaw to slacken to handle more. Cai had been right, Rory’s little teeth pressing against the shaft didn’t seem to cause the fox any harm. Luckily, the throbbing mouthful seemed to be Cai’s limit in terms of size.

A moment later, Rory’s eyes widened as he was proven wrong.

Cai let out a low moan as Rory fought against the hand that held him there. He felt the erection swelling faster than ever before. Finally, the fox released his grip on Rory, who he went to pull his mouth away.

Except he couldn’t move.

Rory’s breathing grew heavier. Something was wrong. He realized that Cai was no longer just standing – he was stooping.

Rory had been shrunken with his mouth still wrapped around Cai’s cock. It was too large for him to dislodge, leaving him with a mouthful of dick that he couldn’t escape.

Rory let out a muffled cry, but that only seemed to please Cai even more.

A sudden trickle of pre crept out from Cai’s cock, and Rory had no choice but to gulp it down. Still, he wasn’t sure how long he could keep this up. His mouth felt like it was popping, and the salty sweet taste of Cai’s pre continued to leak down the back of his throat.

“Such a good little cocksleeve,” Cai said, petting his head. “Be sure to put your tongue into it.”

Rory could do nothing but stand there, tongue moving across Cai’s length, hearing moan after moan from overhead. Though Rory’s discomfort grew, something else started growing as well. The more abuse he took, the harder he could feel himself getting. That warm shaft filling up his entire mouth, it was humiliating, but something in him stirred each time it quivered. Now entangled in his own arousal, Rory began to suckle on the shaft as if his life depended on it.

“Oh, little Rory,” Cai said, fingers stroking the dog’s ears.

Rory’s cock throbbed at the use of “little” to describe him. He let out his own whimper, both out of discomfort and arousal.

Cai’s breathing grew hitched, and a moment later, cum flooded Rory’s mouth.

His eyes unfocused as he helplessly guzzled Cai’s cum – he had such an excess flowing into his mouth that it overflowed and dribbled out from his lips.

Finally, with a pop, the extra lubrication allowed the canine to free himself, and he stumbled back onto the ground, sputtering for air.

Cai rose, and from Rory’s new vantage point, the fox looked absolutely massive. The larger male hummed, hardly even fazed by the fact that he had just released what, to Rory, seemed like the biggest load he had ever encountered in his life. Instead, he picked up his cell phone and tapped his finger.

Rory’s eyes widened. “Hey,” he said, gagging a bit as cum dribbled out of his mouth when he talked. He took another gulp of the salty sweet fluid and shot to his feet. He could see he didn’t shrink too much while sucking Cai off – he had gone from being level with Cai’s cock to his balls, but that didn’t mean he wanted to shrink again. “Hey, Cai, you promised…”

“Hm?” Cai asked, finger already sliding down the Shrinkr app’s scale button. Rory balled his hands into fists and gritted his teeth as he watched himself dwindle yet again. From his formerly generous height of ball-high to the slender fox, he watched as the fox’s balls now dangled just overhead. Cai set the phone aside, looking quite pleased with himself.

“But, I thought you said… you said you wouldn’t shrink me if I made you cum,” Rory sounded as betrayed as he felt.

“I did,” Cai agreed. He squatted down to address Rory face-to-face, his slender thighs stretched out on both sides of the dog, making him feel as small as a child. “But, like I said before, you aren’t very well-trained. And I need you to understand: I can do whatever I want, Rory.”

“But, you can’t just keep shrinking me. I’m already tiny,” he said.

“Tiny?” Cai asked, sounding surprised. He planted an affectionate kiss on the dog’s nose. “No, Rory, you’re huge compared to the height that you could be.”

“What… height could I be?” Rory asked, his heart racing. This seemed like a dangerous subject.

“Look down, Rory,” Cai said. Rory looked down, peering past their cocks. He noted with embarrassment that his erection ran to the same length as Cai’s sheathed cock. Down below Rory’s arousal, however, were their paws. The fact that Cai wiggled his toes made Rory sure that’s where he was supposed to be looking.

“Imagine looking up at them,” the fox said. And with that, Rory realized the fox was already starting to get hard himself, his erection teasing its way out of the sheath – he wondered if Cai had his own way of replenishing his arousal.

“At what?” Rory asked, hoping they weren’t both thinking the same thing.

“At my toes,” Cai sighed. “Imagine looking up at my toes from down there. In carpet fibers as big as buildings.”

Rory did imagine it, but he didn’t think his imagination did it justice. Cai was right, Rory was currently huge if you used dust mites for comparison. He pictured looking up at a skyline-breaching Cai. A Cai with an erection the size of a small town. With a canyon-deep ass crack. With toes that could cause apocalyptic earthquakes.

He pictured an absolute god of a fox.

“You’re getting pretty hard,” Cai commented.

Rory blinked. He didn’t know how long he had been staring into Cai’s eyes, thinking of those same eyes on the scale of large lakes instead of their current, unambitious, just-slightly-larger scale compared to his own.

What was wrong with him?

Cai was a terrible influence, Rory seemed to grasp that to an extent. He was the one encouraging this behavior. Toying with him, teasing him, using his constantly replenishing arousal to make him think that it was okay to shrink.

He had to get out of here.

And it was that final thought that Rory settled on when he whirled around to run.

Cai seemed surprised enough that he didn’t even follow. Rory bolted through the house at his diminished size. He was pleased to realize that he was quick at this size, and small enough that he doubled over on all fours on occasion to continue his panicked run. He dashed through the kitchen, through the dining room, and there: a backdoor. A way out.

A way out, he realized, with the same lock that Cai needed to stand on his tiptoes to reach.

A lock that now seemed worlds away to Rory.

He turned, half-expecting Cai to be there, except he wasn’t.

Upstairs, Rory thought. He wondered if he could pry a window open at this size. He bolted back to the living room, and there was the nude, towering Cai, cell phone in hand.

“Calm down, Rory,” Cai said, sounding exasperated. “I know that shrinking gives you energy, but now you’re just behaving like a little kid.” He smiled. “Besides, if you really want to blow off that steam, I can shrink you down ‘till you’ve got something much better than a playground to enjoy.”

Rory dove right underneath Cai’s legs. He half-expected the fox to make a grab for him, but he just watched as Rory clambered up the stairs. He hadn’t expected them to be such a hike, as he was panting by the time he reached the top.

When Rory turned around, he saw that Cai stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up. He took a single step, a bemused look on his face. Rory fled, running through the familiar hall that he had been led through just the night before; it now looked foreign after losing more than half his height.

He bolted for the door at the end of the hall. It was Cai’s bedroom door, half-open. His little body collided with the door and he tumbled inside. He looked back just in time to see that Cai had reached the top step.

Rory ran to the door and slammed it shut, locking it immediately.

He fell to his knees, nearly hyperventilating from the exertion. His leg muscles felt like jelly. His body was nowhere near as fit as it had once been.

“You can't run, you know,” Cai warned, voice muffled behind the locked door.

But Rory didn't want to believe that. The canine's heart raced. He was still turned on, he couldn't help it, but this was all getting out of hand. The rational part of his brain screamed that he didn't want to be this tiny.

“For every second you keep that door locked, you're going to start shrinking.”

“But then I won't be able to reach the doorknob!” Rory squeaked. Squeaked? He really was getting small.

“I'll find another way in,” Cai said in a sing-song voice. “Then I'll pick over the carpet fibers to find you.”

That motivated Rory. He whirled around to open the locked door, only to discover that the doorknob was already out of reach.

“Shit,” he hissed to himself, eyes sweeping over the room. He had gone from wanting to keep Cai out to being desperate to get the door open.

Rory rushed for the nearest thing he could: a laundry basket that towered over him. Thankfully, it was hollow, or his slight, and growing slighter, frame never would have been able to drag it along.

Cai seemed to be merciful to an extent. Though Rory could feel his size slipping away, feet causing less of an impact against the carpet, doorknob inching higher out of reach, it wasn't literally every second like he had said.

And judging by the moans on the other side of the door, Rory knew why.

“Oh, yes,” Cai said. “Get smaller for me, my little pup.”

Rory didn’t plan on it.

Pushing the basket on its side against the door, Rory clambered up. He weighed so little now that it didn't even protest. Even from his new vantage point, he still had to look up at the doorknob. Rory arched his little legs and leapt, madly grasping at it.

With a click, the lock undid itself and the door crept open a few inches.

“Oh,” Cai said, sounding a little disappointed. Rory panted from his exertion - his little body had next to no muscle mass remaining, even compared to the twink of a fox who sauntered inside.

Somehow, even as massive as he seemed compared to little Rory, Cai remained graceful. As the fox drew closer, Rory realized, with increasing queasiness, that he came up below the fox's knees.

He must have been a foot tall.

“Watch my step,” Cai warned. He hip-bumped the door closed and moved toward Rory, who could only stare up in awe as he was afforded a new vantage point: the slender fox raising his paw over Rory, before stepping down directly behind him.

He could now walk right over the dog.

He remained behind Rory, who finally turned to look up at the amorous predator. Though the nude fox sported a fresh erection, his arms were folded, and he had a stern expression on his face.

“Honestly, Rory,” Cai said, “I'm disappointed.” He took a hard step forward, and even against the carpet, Rory could feel the impact. He was so weak at the knees, both from losing muscle mass and simple fear over just how small he was getting, that he fell onto his butt as he continued to look up at Cai.

“You meet someone who can do something no one else in the world can do, who can please you in ways you've never been pleased before, and partway through you just run away?” He shook his head. “I chose you, Rory, but maybe you really are just a stupid pup, guided wherever that thing points you.” For emphasis, Cai brought his paw forward, soft toes pressing against Rory's own erection, eliciting an involuntary moan.

“Fine,” Cai said, pulling back, arms still folded as he turned away, bushy tail sweeping over Rory like a soft and bushy wave. “I could have been a kind god, tending to your every tiny need in exchange for nothing but affection, but I guess everyone is different. Maybe you need a cruel god.”

“N-no,” Rory stammered in protest. If this was Cai being kind, the dog desperately didn’t want to know what cruel could be. Besides, part of him felt… bad? Bad for disappointing Cai? All the fox had done was please him as he shrank, bringing him orgasm after orgasm. In truth, part of him had enjoyed being…

He dismissed the thought almost immediately, however. This was all insane. He had to get to the app, though, no matter what, even if it meant playing Cai’s game.

“No?” Cai asked, turning his head over his shoulder to glare down at the little dog. “Then prove it.”

Standing up on shaky legs, Rory inched toward the unmoving Cai. He did the only thing he could think to: he wrapped his arm around the fox's leg—it was like hugging a tree trunk at this scale—and began to kiss it.

Not just small kisses, either. The first few may have been tender, but soon, he grew aggressive. He remembered when the two had furiously made out like this just last night, except that had been with Cai’s face, and not his calves.

Soon, Rory’s cock was twitching from the act. He didn't even question why he enjoyed it at this point, he just ground himself against the warm, soft length of Cai's leg, involuntarily whimpering as he continued to plant kisses and eager licks along the peach-colored fur, almost completely ignorant to Cai's smiling face above, the fox stroking himself while the other held tight to his Shrinkr app.

“That's a good boy,” Cai cooed. “Even one of my legs is enough to keep you occupied all day.” Rory took the cue to intensify his humping while he held onto Cai’s leg for dear life.

“Now, cum for me,” the fox ordered.

And, as if the command alone was enough to set him over the edge, Rory let out a pitiful whimper as he came. His scrawny body didn't seem to shoot out cum any longer; instead, Cai had a pitiful orgasm that dribbled down the fox's leg.

Worn out from the experience, Rory stumbled back, resting on his knees as he tried to regain his strength.

“You aren’t the most obedient toy I’ve ever had,” Cai said, like a boss delivering a performance review, “but you’re definitely one of the most fun.” He bent down, and Rory shielded himself on instinct. The fox was just so large now, Rory couldn’t help but flinch. He was caught off-guard by the gentleness Cai demonstrated by scooping him up into his arms.

Rory still shook, but being held like this had a strangely calming effect on him. He had never encountered someone so huge before. Someone so warm, soft, and attractive. In spite of everything that had happened, Rory nestled into the crook of Cai’s arm.

“That’s a good boy,” Cai assured him. “It’s actually good that you brought us up here,” He made his way across the room with Rory in tow. “I wanted to show you my doll collection.”

Cai opened an old wooden armoire at the end of the room. It had a padlock on it that Rory hadn’t noticed during his first visit here. One hand cradling Rory, he used the other to enter a combination and pop off the lock.

As he opened it, Rory was met with a strange sight.

Cai’s “doll collection” left Rory speechless. “Ant farm” wouldn’t even be the right term. Seeing the individual petri dishes, each one meticulously placed next to the other, Rory could only think “culture.”

Culture as in bacteria.

Rory knew what those dots were inside of each dish, but he didn’t want to believe it. Instead, he asked the naïve question: “What are they?”

“They’re people,” Cai said. “Well… they were people. Now they’re mine. I’d say pets, but I think they’re a bit too small for that. More like… worshippers.”

“And you just – just keep them like that?” Rory wondered how many people the fox had shrunken and seduced, cradled in his arms just like this as he continued to cause them to dwindle away into nothing.

“They’re all perfectly healthy,” Cai assured him, stroking Rory’s chin. Even in the dog’s panic, he couldn’t help but lean into that gentle, massaging finger. “And happy, after a while. When all they can hear, see, and taste is me, well – they start to think of me as their god as much as I think of them as my little subjects.”

“But… but…” Rory tried to think of anything he could say to convince the fox that this was insane.

“It’s not so bad,” the fox said. “You’ll just have to rely on me. You know, for everything. You’ll still be fed. Maybe I’ll even grow you back to an inch or two tall now and then so that you can join me and some of my other toys for some fun.”

Growing back to an inch or two tall? Rory’s dread deepened.

It wasn’t all dread, though.

In truth, part of Rory, the same part that had taken great pleasure in getting utterly dominated by Cai, was hanging on the fox’s every word, each one making him shudder with arousal.

“You’re hard again,” Cai whispered.

“You can’t do this to me,” Rory whined.

“Oh, but it’s already done,” Cai said. “The app has different settings. You know how you keep getting horny and energetic whenever you shrink?” He pinched Rory’s cock between two fingers for emphasis, causing the dog to squirm. “That’s because it’s turning your height into that stuff. And, well, once it’s used up… there’s no getting it back.”

Rory just stared up at Cai. How could the fox smile when he had just ruined Rory’s life? Worse, how could Rory feel so turned on knowing that he had lost all of that height? “You mean…”

“There’s no going back,” Cai finished. “You’re this small forever. Well, not forever. You’ll be smaller forever, soon enough.”

Cai set Rory on the floor, where the dog fell to his knees. He felt too overwhelmed by what was happening. More than anything that had happened today, this revelation knocked the breath out of him.

He wouldn’t see anyone again. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, as he would be seeing a whole lot of one person. The same person who loomed overhead, staring at his phone and fiddling with the app that could irreversibly reduce him to the size of a speck.

Rory hated himself in that moment for being so turned on as he felt himself dwindle under Cai’s gaze, his inches converted to energy, his size expended for another quick orgasm.

“Six inches tall,” Cai said. “God, I love watching you shrink.”

“Me too,” Rory blurted, but he covered his mouth right after.

“Is that so?” Cai asked.

Rory stood. He was dizzy trying to grasp the difference in their sizes. Even at his previous height of a foot tall, part of Rory felt in control. Now, though? He didn’t have a foot to his name, and speaking of feet – Cai’s had come dangerously into view now that Rory was only ankle-high to the fox.

Cai leaned down. His face took up Cai’s entire field of view.

“You’re so hard,” Cai cooed. His voice sounded so much louder now. Those six inches really had made a difference – the fox could probably pop him into his maw now, had he wanted to. “It’s a shame I have to keep shrinking you. This is one of my favorite sizes.”

“You don’t have to,” Rory squeaked.

“Mmh, but I do,” Cai said. His hand, matching Rory in size, came down and scooped him up. He laid it flat so the nude, miniature canine could sit comfortably in it. He made his way to the bed and dropped Rory.

He tumbled down, his fall cushioned by the soft terrain of cushion and blanket. Rory barely had time to recover before looking up at Cai.

The fox had turned, and for a moment, Rory had flashbacks to their first encounter on the couch. His mouth had watered at the sight of those cheeks, and he had fretted over how he would fuck the fox. Now, though, he could fit between those behemoth moons of soft fur.

Just as he had done on the couch, Cai dropped his ass onto the bed. Of course, there wasn’t a downsized dog’s lap to catch that rump. There was, however, an even smaller one in its path.

Rory barely had time to dive out of the way as Cai’s ass made a meteoric impact against the bed. Had it been only a few inches closer, Rory would have been smothered underneath its soft curves. Instead, he merely tumbled toward it, caught by the sudden indentation it made against the mattress, leaving him with his body smooshed up against Cai’s soft right cheek.

That didn’t last for long, though, as the fox swiveled onto the bed, displacing Rory and sending him tumbling between the fox’s legs as Cai propped himself up into a sitting position against his pillows. Rory now had an up close and personal view of the fox’s sheath, brandishing a half-hard cock that would have probably been almost as tall as Rory when erect.

With legs to his left and right, paws situated behind him, and cock and balls just ahead – everywhere Rory looked, there was Cai. Not to mention the fox’s smug expression, regarding him from the background, hand on his chin as he seemed to ponder what to do with Rory.

“Keep me this size!” Rory squeaked, going down on his knees, head bowed. If he couldn’t have his old height back, fine – but the dog felt genuine panic in this position. “I don’t want to lose anymore. I’ll do anything!”

There was a moment’s pause, and Rory feared that Cai couldn’t even hear him. He felt a pang of relief when Cai asked, “Anything?”

He seemed to contemplate this for a few moments.

“Well, you’ll do anything I tell you anyway, but…” He nodded. “I think something could be arranged.”

With that, Cai scooped Rory up with two fingers, grabbing him by his midsection. He planted a single kiss that took up most of Rory’s body before leaning over and dropping him off at the end of the bed.

Rory looked, confused, as he was now farther away from Cai than ever. He could see the sloping expanse of his body, from splayed paws all the way to his pink head of hair. He waved from what seemed a mile away as he laid back.

“Well, every god needs a high priest,” Cai said. “And, considering your new, permanent height, I may as well be your god, right?” He winked. “Not that you’d want to worship anyone else.

“So…” he said, moving one of his paws directly in front of Rory. Cai’s feet were now larger than Rory, toes hanging just overhead. The fox’s soles looked soft and were colored a velvety black, just like the fur around them. “Let’s play a game. If you can give my paws a nice, good massage and cleaning, you can stay at this size.”

Rory’s heart soared. This sounded easy. He speculated that Cai actually wanted to keep him at this size, and just decided to give him a simple job.

“Don’t forget to use your tongue, though,” Cai added. “Oh, and most important…” The fox’s paw inched forward, causing Rory to stumble back while it blocked his view rest of Cai’s body. “No. Cumming.”

Having to use his tongue wasn’t great, but Rory’s confidence surged. As insane as it was to want to remain six inches tall, it was better than dwindling away into nothing. He didn’t even like paws, so it’s not like he would cum.

“Enjoy!” Cai said in a teasing tone, turning his right paw on its side, giving Rory easier access to the toes, which he wiggled in anticipation.

With that, Rory got to work.

While Rory wasn’t attracted to paws, he had to admit, even at this size, Cai’s were the softest he’d ever touched. The soles that he kneaded and pushed his back into could have substituted for a heated bed at this size, Rory’s hands almost sinking into Cai’s pawflesh. The massage seemed to, at the very least, amuse Cai, judging by the tittering laughter. Then, after he felt like he had put enough of what little strength he had into tending to the sole, he would drag his tongue across the soft surface. There was a lot of ground to cover, but the feet mercifully tasted of very little.

“Try the toes, Rory,” Cai said, partway through his tongue bath.

Rory stopped what he was doing and approached Cai’s toe pads. Each toe, larger than his own head, wiggled at his approach, tipped with claws as long as Cai’s arm. A faint aroma wafted from them, but it wasn’t an unpleasant one. It just smelled of Cai, like a much less potent version of the musk that he had encountered when buried face-first in Cai’s crotch.

“Be sure to really get in there between the toes,” Cai said.

And Rory did, dragging his tongue between the digits, where soft tufts of lightly scented fur were tinged with the slightly salty taste of Cai’s sweat. There was a lot of surface to deal with. While he tended to the space between the two uppermost toes, Rory let out a sudden gasp. One of the toes beneath him had twitched. Rory doubted Cai had even done it on purpose, but the soft pad had grazed his dick.

Though Rory wasn’t fully hard, he had been at half-mast throughout this entire experience. Even when he wasn’t aroused, it seemed to be his fate now to simply be on the brink of getting turned on at the drop of a hat. His dick twitched, and Rory paused. He took a deep breath, hoping to clear his head, but it didn’t entirely help, as that breath was heavy with Cai’s scent.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

Fortunately, Cai didn’t seem to notice the pause, and in a few moments, his beating heart had slowed, and his arousal calmed.

Rory returned to his duty, only for the two toes to clench around his head. He couldn’t fight against the clenched toes, so he just continued with his degrading task while Cai’s laughter rumbled in the distance. “Oh, Rory,” Cai said, still clenching his toes. “Could I get a few kisses on my sole? You know, so I know that you’re really devoted to your job?”

With that, Cai released the diminutive dog’s head, causing him to stumble back. Reluctantly, he moved toward the black wall of smooth skin that was the fox’s sole. He had already dragged his tongue across it – what was a kiss? Rory leaned in and planted a few for good measure.

“I hardly felt that!” Cai exclaimed, arching his foot in displeasure. “Surely you can give a god some more affection than that – a god merciful enough to let you stand a whole six inches tall!”

Rory grimaced. He looked at the soft, padded surface in front of him. The smooth skin that yielded to his every touch, across a length that could smother him with ease. Rory’s mouth felt dry – he wasn’t going to get turned on by just a paw, was he? He shook his head. He couldn’t be, there was too much to lose.

Still, he did what he had to – Rory planted his face into Cai’s sole. It was so warm. He didn’t mind planting those first few kisses; it was only by the time that he was pressing his body against the black surface and dragging his tongue across it that he realized he was hard again.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been doing it, or why he hadn’t stopped himself, but he could feel his erection grinding against the plush surface, the pad yielding to his dick.

His heart raced. Rory stumbled back, covering his crotch and trying to think of anything else.

Then, like a miracle granted by his so-called god, Cai called from his distant throne of pillows: “I didn’t know you liked my feet that much, Rory! What a good boy.” Mercifully, the paw moved away, so that Rory could see Cai’s behemoth form reclined, arms folded behind his head, eyes fixed on him.

Rory couldn’t believe it. He had cleaned Cai’s paw without cumming. The fact that this felt like an accomplishment didn’t even trouble him at this point.