title: Rattata Resizes a Lucario Lady aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [MattytheMouse] id: [53166960] date: 星期四, 九月 14日 2023, 3:40:31 凌晨 modified: 星期四, 九月 14日 2023, 4:17:36 凌晨

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Rattata Resizes a Lucario Lady

Author: MattytheMouse Source: Rattata Resizes a Lucario Lady by Kyrm

“Hey, baby, wanna use close combat on me?”

Mary stopped in her tracks. Being the hourglass-shaped lucario she was, curves practically begging to burst from her thigh-cut shorts and athletic top, she was used to the occasional brazen flirt. Under normal circumstances, she would turn to her catcaller and demonstrate that she did, in fact, know that incredibly lethal Pokémon move.

Of course, most people who dropped a line like that on Mary stood taller than her ankles. She took one look at her would-be suitor and snorted. There, seated on the edge of the park bench, tiny legs kicking out in front of him, was a small, skinny Alolan rattata. Black-furred with a cream-white underbelly, he met Mary’s gaze while twirling his natural rattata “moustache” that curled out from his snout; there was a look of surprising confidence on his face for someone she could fit in her back pocket. One of his bare thighs was censoriously crossed over the other. Judging from his lack of clothes, the little lounging rattata was wild.

The comparatively giant lucario rolled her eyes, threading a finger through her black dreadlocks while her other hand rested on her hip. “Hey, baby,” she replied, revealing her melodic accent. “Can you use quick attack? Because I don’t think I’ll ever see you coming.”  “Ouch!” he exclaimed, hands crossed over his chest. He sprawled out onto his back. “Nearly knocked me out in one move.” He sat up, his smile returning. “Probably deserved that one, though.”

“You might be the ballsiest rattata I’ve ever talked to.”

“And you might be the hottest lucario I’ve ever laid eyes on.” The rattata patted the bench.

He was laying it on awfully thick, but she had to admit, it was a bit cute when someone small enough to eat tried to tell you how hot you were. Letting out a, “hm,” Mary pretended to consider her options. Then, with a shrug, she took a seat right next to him.

The Alolan rattata turned to face her, laying his hand against her thigh. That hand was so slight and the weight behind his body so little that he only lightly dimpled Mary’s leg while leaning against her.

He was checking out his other hand, feigning disinterest in the absolutely stacked

Pokémon who had just parked next to him.

“So, uh… you come here often?” the rattata asked, still not looking up.

“Yep,” she said. When most guys grabbed her thighs, Mary had a tendency of knocking them out. She wasn’t officially registered as having a “sassy” nature for nothing. This little handful of a dark-type, though? She’d give him a pass; probably more thigh than he’d ever touch in his life. “Trainer’s busy these days, leaving little ol’ me to roam the streets.”

“There’s nothing ‘little’ about you, sweetheart,” he teased, patting her thigh for emphasis. Without even looking down at the ratta, Mary raised her thigh and dropped it on top of him. His cries were muffled underneath it and she felt him squirm. Eventually, his struggles allowed his head to poke out from his meaty prison.

“Not wise to imply a lady ten times your size ‘fat,’” she advised, stifling a laugh as he finally forced the rest of his little body free, somersaulting out.

“Didn’t mean it that way, miss. Man, I am just striking out today,” the rattata joked, brushing off his chest fur before turning back around to face her. He again tweaked at his mustache while grinning up at her, as if nothing had happened. She was starting to like the little guy. “How about we try this again?” With that, the rattata extended his tiny hand forward.

“Name’s Mattata.”

“Mattata the Rattata,” she said, an eyebrow raised.

“Mattata the Alolan Rattata,” he corrected, his hand still extended. “But you can call me Matt. And I didn’t get your name.”

“Mary,” she said, offering him a single finger, which she allowed him to shake.

“Mary the Lucario,” he said. “Doesn’t quite have the same ring, does it?”

“Suppose not,” Mary replied.

“So…”

“So?”

“You look like a captured Pokémon,” Matt said.

“Mhm.”

“How about a ride on the wild side?”

She giggled. He really was an incorrigible little flirt – emphasis on little. If he wasn’t so tiny, she might have even given him the privilege of taking her on a date. “Sorry, Matty, you must be this tall to ride.” And she raised her hand up in front of her.

“I think I can measure up,” he said, puffing his chest out and standing on his tiptoes. Slender as he was, the effect had her laughing. “Hey!” He put his hands on his hips, mock annoyance in his voice. “Size isn’t everything. You ever had eight inches of rattata?”

Mary felt herself heating up under her fur – the rat had gotten her to blush! She shook her head in disbelief. This literal pocket monster really wanted a piece of her.

And what was the harm? He was too tiny to do much of anything with her. Besides, she could do with a bit of fun – and maybe a laugh at an overly affectionate rattata’s expense. “You sure, little rat?” She stood up to her full height, facing away from Matt, making sure to take special care so her pose accentuated one of her most stunning assets: her ass, clad in those tight, tight shorts.

“Because last I remember…” She started swaying her hips, that lucario tail of hers bobbing about like a lure right above her swaying cheeks. “You’ve got a type disadvantage here.”

“Type disadvantage doesn’t mean everything, sweet cheeks, it’s how you… use…” Matt’s words trailed off; that little dance of hers was working. Mary knew how to use attract quite well, and though it wasn’t an attack that did damage, she was almost absolutely certain it was proving super effective at the moment.

She peered back over her shoulder to see her small suitor standing near the edge of the bench, as if trying to get closer to that mammoth ass of hers. He let out more than a few whistles that told her just how much he enjoyed the show.

Mary admired his courage, standing so close to a woman whose individual cheeks likely weighed more than him.

But for all of his forwardness, she supposed Matt needed to be taught some manners. He couldn’t just go calling out to women on the street – especially her. Even if he was a little guy, she felt obligated to give him his comeuppance.

Of course, considering what she had learned about the teasing rattata in the last few minutes, she wondered whether this was more of a reward for the dark-type currently hooting up at her like a horny mankey.

“There’s another move I know,” she said, her voice oozing sensuality as her hips continued to swivel and bounce. Mary bent down and looked between her spread thighs, offering a sultry smile to the mesmerized rattata.

“Oh, yeah?” Matt asked.

“Yeah.” Easing back, raising her round rear right overhead of Matt, Mary put him directly in its shadow. Slowly, she hooked her fingers along the sides of her shorts and panties before dropping them to the ground. Mary mooned the gawking rattata. With that plump, bluefurred ass on full display, she had the perfect distraction for what came next:

“Meteor mash!”

She sent her bare ass down with all of her weight behind it. Well, almost all of it. A littleknown fact about lucarios that Mary always had to keep in mind: they weighed a lot; steel-type, and all that. She may have wanted to pulverize the horny twerp underneath her ass, but she also wanted him to live to tell the tale.

The little rattata’s hands dimpled her backside, but were ineffectual at stopping even an ounce of ass fat from pressing down and twisting from side to side on top of him. Mary was not a gentle lover, and if this rattata wanted her so badly? He had to play by her rules.

Mary was no slouch when it came to lap dances, but this was an altogether different experience, wedging that squirming dark-type almost between her cheeks, flexing those powerful muscles in her rump that were hidden by pleasing amounts of sensual shapeliness to further squeeze Matt.

With all of that erotic pressure being heaped upon him, she wasn’t surprised when she finally felt a small, warm spritz of something wet against her backside.

“Guess that move was a critical hit!” she exclaimed. Even if it was a strange situation— and some onlookers hurried right past the busty lucario who appeared to be pummeling a park bench into submission with her bare ass—she couldn’t help but feel some pride in herself, that her backside could draw out those first strands of Matt’s pre so quickly.

She raised her ass up off of the bench. Matt was so thoroughly plastered to her cheeks that he went along with her when she rose. That just made the impact back onto the bench all the heavier for him. She repeated this motion, all to sexually torment the tiny rattata whose miniature strands of pre continued to leak freely. Mary folded her arms and closed her eyes, really getting into her rhythm.

During another one of her punishing ass-drops onto Matt, she realized the rattata had popped free from her crack. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t slam right down on top of him again – in fact, with a smirk, she decided this would be her finishing move; she was ready to go for the knockout. Maybe she’d bring him to a Pokémon center after, then out for a meal. After giving this rattata the ride of his life, she supposed she had the right to be wined and dined.

Mary lifted up off the ground and kicked her legs out. As her ass descended, however, she felt a strange sensation – a tingling all over her body, one that started at the rump and spread outward. Her backside struck only the very front of the park bench and she bounced forward.

Confused, Mary opened her eyes – just in time to see herself sailing through the neckline of her own athletic top. Mary landed on soft fabric before tumbling forward and skidding over grass. The fall hadn’t hurt—steel-type, after all—but it had been disorienting. Mary frowned, vigorously shaking her head as she rose to her feet and brushed her nude body off. Realizing she was naked in public, Mary covered her chest and crotch.

It didn’t take long for her to figure out that something was very wrong.

Her oversized shorts were pooled nearby. Her top, too, which she had actually flown straight through while jumping upwards. Her gaze swept from them to the park itself. She was so low to the ground that passersby didn’t even seem to notice her. Everyone seemed too preoccupied with their phones or friends notice a lucario who didn’t even come up to their knees.

She was absolutely tiny.

It was only when Mary heard a flirtatious whistle from behind that she stopped staring at the intimidating sprawl of the gigantic park. She turned to face the park bench, realizing she had to look up to even see who was sitting on it.

And there he was, clearly winded but looking very pleased with himself. The little—not so little anymore—rattata seated on the edge of the bench, totally nude and sporting a very obvious erection, one that was no doubt thanks to the shrunken lucario who now gaped up at him. Matt’s legs playfully kicked back and forth while he sat there, one hand resting on his chin while he looked down at her.

“Speechless? I’ll… take it as a good thing,” he said. From his heavy breathing, she realized he was still quite exhausted from their previous encounter. Nevertheless, he leapt down to Mary’s level and started confidently striding towards her.

Mary winced. As he drew nearer, she understood just how small she truly was. Something must have been caught in her throat – she gulped as Matt walked up to her, and she discovered the tiny rattata was actually a head taller than her.

Still, intimidated by this reversal as she was, Mary wanted answers.

“I’m guessing you did this to me?” she asked, eyebrow raised. The rattata’s smirk vanished the second she grabbed hold of his twiggy little arms and lifted him into the air. “Hey!” Matt exclaimed, legs uselessly kicking the air. “Geeze,” he muttered. “Figured you’d be a bit weaker at this size.”

“C’mon Matty rattaty,” she teased, tensing her grip on his sides. “Fighting beats dark.”     “Okay, okay!” he relented, looking away from her, a somewhat nervous expression on his face. “Yeah, I shrank you. But it’s… it’s totally reversible, I swear!”

“All I needed to hear,” she said, releasing him from her grasp. He barely managed to land on his feet, stumbling back with a look of surprise on his face – she had probably looked like she was about to actually use close combat on him.

“You’re not… mad?” Matt asked.

Mary tiptoed to plant a quick kiss on Matt’s snout, one that made him let out a, “guh” of surprise, his hand moving up to where her lips had been seconds ago. For someone who had been so confident when she was gigantic compared to him, he seemed a bit flustered by her advances, now.

“More confused,” Mary admitted. “I went from…” She was about to say, “sitting on you,” but decided against it. “Being big to… not.”

“Hell of a show, though,” Matt commented, clearly trying to change the subject while returning to his usual smooth self, slicking back his handsome auburn hair – she hadn’t noticed how nice it looked until she shrank down. “You do birthdays?”

“And Bar Mitzvahs,” she joked. Mary was surprised by how okay she with this sudden turn of events. The little—formerly little, now tall—guy was easier to make out at this size, and she had to admit, it wasn’t just the haircut she liked: he was kind of cute.

“Care to come to my private pad?” Matt asked.

“Where’s that?” A mocking smile spread across Mary’s muzzle. “Hole in the wall? A trash can?”

“Oh.” He shrugged, turning around and walking under the bench, this time swaying his own skinny hips in tandem with the swish of his tail as if he had an ass like Mary’s to show off. He gestured to the bench’s shade. “I more meant under here. You big folk really don’t pay much attention. There’s a whole world of privacy for us little ‘mon’s scampering around at your feet.”

Now that he was at a bit of a distance, she snuck a glance between Matt’s legs, pleased to see that he was still hard even after her threatening display.

“Well?” he asked.

Mary considered for a moment. She had told herself that if this guy was a bit bigger, maybe she would be up for some fun.

He may not have been a bit bigger, but Mary was a whole lot smaller.

“Screw it,” she said. “Not every day you’re small enough to fool around with a rattata.”

Mary walked under the cool bars of shade created by the bench slats overhead.

“Nice place,” she joked. “Now, sit your rat ass down.”

He nearly dropped his ass to the ground. For someone so flirty, he was awfully obedient – especially now that he was the tall one. Maybe it was paranoia, but she thought she detected a trace of mischief in his half-lidded eyes. “Going to give me a more proper dance?” he asked.     “Please,” she said, dismissively waving her hand. “Pretty sure another meteor mash would knock you out for real, no matter the size.” She turned around and swished her hips near his head just once, as if to emphasize the pulverizing power of her ass.

“I’ve got more hit points than you’d guess,” he said, and she yelped as his hand slapped straight across both of her cheeks.

“Oh, you are going to get it,” she playfully growled, turning around and leaning over, both of her hands weighing down on his shoulders while she pressed her ample chest right into his face.

“Thih ih goob oo.” Matt’s muffled voice sent slight vibrations through her chest.

“You talk too much,” she said in a sultry voice, pushing even harder on his shoulders. Mary may have shrunk, but she was still a tough fighting-type Pokémon; Matt relented in seconds, laid out on the grass. Mary tumbled after, keeping her breasts smooshed up against his face. She took great care to plant her thick rear right down onto his erection while keeping his face occupied. “How about you put that mouth to some good use, instead?”

Matt was a quick study. His tongue tended to her left tit with a loving precision that had her moaning; even with their size disparity, her chest was nonetheless impressive. She clutched the back of his head tighter, then tighter still. This time, it was Mary who started feeling warm wetness trickling out from between her thighs. She had not expected this sort of encounter at the park.

“Okay,” she panted, pulling her breasts back – though Matt’s suckling maw tried to hold tight to her tit for as long as possible. That didn’t last long, and soon Mary’s breasts hung over his head. Judging by his stare, she now had his full attention. “That tongue of yours has earned you an apology for my meteor mash.”

Before Matt could get in another teasing word, she pressed a finger to his muzzle.        “Shh.” That finger gently pulled back, and Mary, hips up in the air, swaying backside no doubt visible past the length of her back, began to inch her breasts and body down the rattata’s chest. He sat up on his elbows, watching as she crept lower and lower, until she parted her cleavage just enough to welcome Matt’s warm, rock-hard length between her boobs.

She stared up at Mattata with hungry eyes, massaging her tits over his cock, enjoying each shudder the press of those pillowy breasts elicited throughout his entire body.

“You talk a big game,” she cooed, beaming with satisfaction as bits of pre started leaking from his length and in between her breasts, “but it looks like you’re already about to blow.”      “Miss Mary,” Matt tutted, his composure seeming to return in an instant, though she could tell it was taking all of his willpower not to let out another moan as she milked his cock, “I assure you…”

As pre continued to spill out from Matt’s drooling erection and slick Mary’s breasts, the lucario soon discovered that Matt’s length was no longer vanishing between those buxom bluefurred breasts. She could see its tip peeking out, and, as more of his pre slicked her breasts, she began to feel an odd tingling sensation where it touched – it felt good, almost erogenous, but she knew without a doubt that it was also what was causing her breasts to dwindle in comparison to Matt’s cock, covering up increasingly less surface.

“I always talk a very, very small game.” He was leering down at her, now. Her thighs draped across his larger legs, Mary could tell that she was shrinking.

Perhaps it was the burning between her legs doing the talking – she had never been one to start a tease and let it end. Maybe it was some residual effect of shrinking, giving her some momentary lapse in judgment. Somehow, Mary simply wasn’t bothered by the tiny turn their erotic game was taking.

“You dark-types are kinky,” she commented.

“Just me,” he assured her, petting her dreads before leaning back again, allowing the miniaturized Mary to working her magic. Though she was now maybe half the rattata’s size, she didn’t stop. “And the more of that stuff you get on you… the more of Mount Mattata there will be for you to scale.”

“Mount Mattata, huh?” she asked. The thought of shrinking that small somehow excited her; she worked those breasts even harder on Matt’s quivering cock as she continued to dwindle in front of it. Perhaps it was because she felt so pent up, but the idea of this scrawny shrimp of a rattata being as big as a mountain elicited a momentary tingle between her legs. “Never heard of a move making someone that small.”

“Oh, it’s one of a kind,” he assured her. “But if you want to keep going, those grapes of yours aren’t really going to cut it.”

“Grapes?” she balked, stopping her massage. Mary sat up and squeezed those juicy, socalled grapes with mock indignation. “No one’s ever called these wrecking balls ‘grapes,’ you little…” Her words trailed off. She pulled away from Matt’s erection just in time to see herself shrink down until it was as long as her arm from the elbow up.

“We’ll see who’s little,” Matt said, taking that opportunity to rise to his feet. Mary was sent tumbling down onto the grass, where she craned her neck upward, peering past Matt’s erection towards his arrogant face. He flashed a grin at her. “Stand up,” he said. It wasn’t a request.

Before she even realized she was doing it, Mary had scrambled to her feet; she was getting quick to obey. She had a strange sense of – not vertigo, she supposed. The opposite of vertigo; whatever peculiar sensation accompanied getting smaller. It was absolutely jarring when she rose to her full height yet felt like she hadn’t stood up at all. She instinctually expected to rise up higher than Matt, only to discover that his cock hung over her head.

She gaped up at it.

“That’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen,” she murmured, her tone insinuating that she wasn’t too displeased by the fact. Shrinking had quite a few perks, it would seem.

“And it only gets bigger,” he assured her, pinching its head. A dollop of pre dropped down right onto her upturned snout like a raindrop. Then another. And as he tugged at his cock, another still. She could have fled from the line of fire, but she had just stood there, ogling Matt’s body. With those droplets on her snout, the shrinking began anew. Matt’s full mast seemed to rise further up out of reach – along with the rest of him. Mary clenched her legs together, gasping as her arousal resurfaced with a vengeance.

By the time this shrinking spurt had ended, Mary was panting from the experience, and she only stood as tall as Matt’s knees. The blades of grass underneath the park bench were tall enough to come up to her hips at this size.

“Don’t worry,” Matt smirked, reclining in the grass yet again. Even if it was the same position he had taken before, from Mary’s newly shrunken vantage point, he seemed to luxuriate like some legendary Pokémon, his black-furred thighs spread on both sides of the shrunken lucario, who took in a sharp breath as she got an eyeful of that tantalizing length laid out on top of Matt’s abdomen.

And to think, she could have used the thing as a toothpick less than ten minutes ago.       “I’m willing to forgive the ‘little guy’ comments,” he said, toying with his cock as he stared at her nude body – even if those curves of hers were turning into tiny handfuls for Matt, he still clearly appreciated the figure laid out in front of him. “Provided… you’re willing to keep this game of ours going?”

Against Mary’s better judgment, she moved forward and pushed Matt’s hand aside. She was weak enough now that he could have resisted – but why would he when a knee-high, buxom lucario was practically salivating at the sight of his cock?

Without hesitation, she took hold of his shaft with both of her hands, excited to feel it throbbing against her palms. Mary licked her lips, a hungry expression on her face as she discovered her tiny hands couldn’t even fully wrap around his girth.

Touching that pre-slicked length gave her the illusion that it was growing in her grasp; an illusion that only added to her arousal. In reality, Mary was still shrinking, and a perverse part of her wondered whether or not Matt’s ability to cut her down to size had some sort of floor.    She would have asked him, but Mary’s thrill-seeking side told her to find out the hard way – the long and hard way, as it were.

And with a mischievous smile on her face, Mary went for the quickest way to get to the bottom of this mystery.

“Woah!” Matt exclaimed, hands digging into the grass. “Didn’t know lucarios could learn lick.”

Mary would have had a sassy reply, but her mouth was preoccupied, her eager tongue dragging along Matt’s length. At this point, that modest rattata dick was so huge she couldn’t even fit it inside of her mouth. Not for lack of trying; Mary’s maw opened as wide as it could in a vain attempt at enveloping the rattata’s cockhead, trying to draw out more of that shrinking precum from within.

She was so caught up in her work that Mary only registered her shrinking as something that inconvenienced her during her worship of Matt’s seemingly expanding length. The lustful lucario was finding her current position increasingly inconvenient. She elicited a pleased rumble from Matt as she had to start balancing on his sack, one paw to a ball, while using all of her fighting-type might to tug his cock upward, running her breasts along its head while her tongue dragged across every sensitive inch she could reach.

While she was near making out with Matt’s slit, another dollop of pre dribbled out without warning, covering the tiny lucario’s face. Her eyes had been closed at that point; she had been busy ministering Matt’s cock like it was a lover – a lover slowly outstripping her in size. Mary’s arms trembled with the monumental strain of holding Matt’s cock aloft. Until, at last, her muscles gave out, Matt’s cock proving too heavy for her. It slid out from her grasp and slapped down against his stomach.

“Woah!” she exclaimed, losing her footing in an instant and falling backwards between Matt’s thighs. Her excitement peaked as she stared around, realizing both of those black-furred thighs rose up higher than herself. It didn’t matter if she was a strong fighting type and he was just a pitiful rattata; he could have clapped his thighs together and made her vanish between them.

“What’s wrong?” Matt asked, at last sitting up, revealing his towering frame to the downsized Mary. She remained sitting, petrified as she saw scanned Matt’s body. His balls pressed down against strands of grass that were now loomed taller than Mary herself. “You’re going to get lost down there, little lady,” Matt teased.

She flinched back as a hand descended down towards, but there was nowhere to run to – not that she would; Mary was still clenching her thighs together, as if that would stop the leak of arousal dribbling from her legs and dampening her fur.

She could comfortably sit on the rattata’s palm. His hand wrapped around her, a warm and immovable blanket that left only Mary’s head and paws free – he wasn’t shy about squeezing her tighter to hug her ample curves. Where they had once been able to smother him, Matt now gently squished those breasts and her ass like she was some sort of stress toy.

“Down you go.”

Mary tumbled out onto a soft, white surface. The winded lucario was sitting on top of Matt’s lower abdomen. His fine fur felt almost coarse underneath her; its texture was strange now that she had shrunken down. It wasn’t Matt’s stomach that captivated Mary’s attention, though. That honor went to what was looming in front of her.

Matt was holding his erection aloft with one finger. Mary gulped, seeing that masculine spire exuding a rich scent of sex – and bubbling pre like a boiling pot threatening to blow over. Mary was so busy gawking up at Matt’s length that she didn’t even consider running away as the lone digit suspending that erection slid away.

Plap.

Mary was pinned in an instant. That heavy cock dropped right on top of her like a heated mattress.

“What’s the matter?” Matt rumbled from behind her. She squirmed and squeaked underneath his cock. It was heavy, but not crushing, affording her only the opportunity to futilely struggle underneath it. “I took your meteor mash – can’t you handle my giga impact?”

“Okay, big boy,” Mary growled through gritted teeth, her eyes now on the prize. Turnabout was fair play, after all. Her arms and legs wrapped around that rattata cock; she squeezed her curves right up along its twitching length. Now that she didn’t care how small she got, Mary could really get into it. After all, this was the first dick she had ever literally ridden.

The horny lucario couldn’t help but enjoy herself, especially as Matt groaned with approval. Besides, she had a plan to get out from Matt’s rat trap.

“Y-you’re good at this,” he stammered.

Being this small, Mary was allowed to go all out on Matt’s dick. Her strong arms and legs hugged his length tight, making quick work of Matt. Mary felt pre leaking down his slit and dribbling down onto her head.

“Easy,” she grunted, feeling the weight of Matt’s cock increasing as her head was soaked with pre. As it began to slick down her back and the rest of her body, before the shrinking could really start to kick in, Mary started to wriggle out. Lubricated as she was, she eased her way out from the side – Matt’s cock thudding back down to occupy the space her dwindling body had been.

She hadn’t expected it, but she was free!

Free and horny.

Free and horny and smaller than ever.

Mary rolled around on top of Matt to clean the pre from her fur – aroused as she was, she realized she was getting very small. As she stood to her full height—what was left of it—her heart skipped a beat as she discovered that the cock draped over Matt’s abdomen was more than twice as long as her entire body. She would be lucky to measure up against his pinky finger.    And as she turned to look up the length of Mattata’s landscape of a body, eventually meeting his gaze, she felt the same way she might have knowing that a god was looking down at her.

“Someone is getting small,” Matt teased. “That doesn’t let you off the hook, though. Better get to work – don’t want to shrink down to nothing before round one is done.”

Round one?

Mary didn’t have the brain cells to parse that at the moment, however. As intimidated as she was, she was still situated near that cock – the scent alone was making her judgment hazy. Matt seemed content to sit there, waiting to see what Mary might do. Hesitantly, she moved towards his erection. She couldn’t help but touch it. Even her tiny hands caused it to twitch – he must have been so close to bursting.

“I know how badly you want it.” Matt’s smooth voice crooned in the distance. “There’s no need to hide it. Not like anyone else can see you now.”

Matt was right. Mary threw her hesitation aside and clambered up onto Matt’s cock. Even at this shrunken size, that seemed to be the right move, as he let out at a satisfied groan. Mary mounted the underside of Matt’s shaft and spread her thighs. She rode his length, humping her sensitive lips against it, all while bending forward so her tiny hands could massage that sensitive, spongy tip.

“You’re…” Matt sighed as she used all of her might to please the massive Mattata. She peered up. He really was huge. His creamy white underbelly rose up in front of her like a sloping hill. His buck-toothed muzzle let out rumbling sighs and moans of approval. And, the part she was most personally proud of, the erect ground beneath her shuddered.

“Sorry, dear,” he said. “You’re not big enough to tackle this alone.” Not big enough? She frowned at that. Tiny as she was, she was going to give this rattata a piece of her mind. Not that she had the chance, as she found herself getting squeezed right against his cock, Matt’s hand enveloping her as he began to work his shaft with her in tow.

Mary’s thrashing form was dragged right along that steamy hot rattata rod. He seemed to take great care to drag her breasts just where his cockhead started, the nubs of her stiff nipples brushing along its top.

She had been reduced to a supplement for Matt’s masturbation. A struggling, curvy captive sensually squeezed against his length – and some part of her loved it. She was leaking, eyes unfocused, tongue lolling out; she had never been used like this in her life. After years of taking charge, she had been reduced to a sex toy for one of the most pathetic kinds of all Pokémon.

Matt no doubt had converse thoughts. Thoughts of power. Of reducing that curvy, flirtatious lucario into something eager to do nothing more than please his twitching pillar of cock.

But their thoughts agreed on two facts that they both greatly enjoyed: Matt was big. Mary was small. It was this conclusion that pushed the little lucario over the brink, Mary crying out as she finally came.

She would forget all about her own orgasm in the ensuing seconds. Matt’s heavy breathing. His erection’s spasms. The tightening of his grip. It all pointed to one thig…     The blast didn’t hit Mary. She could only watch in awe as Matt kept her head pinned close to his tip, that virile load of rattata spunk surging out in front of her, a hot white geyser splashing out onto his chest.

Mary felt a moment’s relief, as if a bus had narrowly missed hitting her – if just his pre had reduced her to a stature where a blade of grass loomed, well, horny as she was, even she had limits.

Matt panted, but Mary was clearly the more exhausted of the two. She had conquered Mount Mattata, but it had sapped nearly all of her strength. He released Mary, allowing her to remain draped over his softening length. He slicked a finger in his own cum, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it together as if testing the consistency.

Mary was draped across that softening cock, curiously watching her titanic lover.

“I’ve got to admit, you’re the most enthusiastic little lady I’ve ever had ride my dick.”  “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she squeaked back in a tiny voice that didn’t seem her own. From the twitch of those sensitive rattata ears, she was sure he could still hear her.

“But…” He had a mischievous smile on his face.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Before Mary could react, she felt Matt wipe the gathered cum on his pointer finger right along her back. By the time the shrinking lucario got up, she could comfortably stand on Matt’s cock. She quickly realized this shrinking was far faster, far more potent than it had been with his precum.

“Sorry,” he said, but he didn’t sound it. He pinched up more strands of semen, raising his monstrous digits overhead. She was only as big as his fingertip at this point! As he rubbed his fingertips together, tiny droplets of cum dribbled downward.

Mary cried out, narrowly dodging them and running off the side of Matt’s dick. She fell down into the fuzzy field of Matt’s pubes, realizing they weren’t nearly as soft at this size. Worse, still, as she landed on her stomach, she heard and felt her body land directly on top of a sticky, wet drop of rattata semen.

Mary scrambled up to her feet, wiping her cum-caked front off, but the damage had been done.

“Hey, you did it all on your own,” Matt said in a teasing voice that was growing louder by the second. “You must want to get absolutely teensy tiny. Good luck down there.” The world was falling away, and Matt’s strands of fur were rising up. Mary waded through them as they reached her waist, then her shoulders.

Down and down she went, until those strands of fur didn’t look like strands of fur at all. They were huge, white segmented things bursting out of the fleshy ground like flexible trees, entwining overhead to create a canopy of twisted black filaments that all helped to drive home the fact that Mary was very, very small.

“I’ll just give you a little while to explore, darling.” It was a miracle she could even understand him at this size. His voice was disembodied – ever-present over the relentless miles of soft rattata flesh and interspersed strands of fur. “I know you can’t get enough of me, so just climb up onto my cock before I get up from my nap… that should give you plenty of time. That is, if you even want to be grown back.”

Though Mary couldn’t see Matt’s penis through the thicket of pubes, she didn’t need her enhanced lucario senses to pick up on the musky source of her shrinkage. As she walked through Matt’s fur forest, she would sometimes forget that what she walked across was a living, breathing person. The landscape was alien, and the air thick with Matt’s natural musk. Even if Mary had just ridden out an intense orgasm, she couldn’t help but start to get excited again.

She had been dry-humping a strand of Matt’s fur when she snapped out of it.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked herself, shaking her head. She was like a lucario in heat down here. Trying to shrug off her excitement, Mary continued. She didn’t get far before she froze, her sensitive ears picking up on a sound.

It didn’t seem to come from Matt. His contented snores were the dull and harmless rumble of thunder miles off.

And there it was again.

Mary took a step forward, and the squeaking was that much louder. She froze, realizing she had just stepped on something squirming underneath her paw.

She had been so used to looking up lately that she hadn’t even considered that something might be down below.

The lucario eased her paw up, eyes widening as she realized there was a small figure there, laid out on the ground. She went down to her knees. It was a tiny man; a muscular arcanine covered in black and orange fur. He seemed okay, just a bit dazed.

“Are you alright?” Mary asked, scooping him up without hesitation. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t expect to see someone else down here.”

“Put him down!” the lucario froze. Another squeaky voice came from below. It took her a moment of scanning the fleshy ground to discover there was a buxom lopunny woman, just as miniature as the arcanine Mary held in her hand.

“Sorry, sorry,” Mary mumbled, easing the arcanine to the ground.

“It’s no problem,” the arcanine called up. As he stood up and brushed his fur off, Mary was surprised to see that he only stood half as tall as the lopunny who came up next to him, though neither of them even came up to Mary’s ankle. “We were sent out to see if you made it… and this is better than we thought, you’re huge!”

“Huge and clumsy,” the lopunny said, putting a protective hand on the arcanine’s head.    “How long have you two been down here?” Mary asked, absolutely awed that there could somehow be other people this tiny—tinier than her, even—wandering Mattata’s body.  “Long enough,” the arcanine replied. “We’ve got a camp further up. We’ll lead you to it.”

Though the lopunny had been reluctant, Mary eventually convinced her that it would be much faster if she carried the two. She scooped them up into individual hands, palms upraised as they guided her through the forest of fur.

“He got you bad,” the arcanine commented, sounding almost amused.

“I…” Mary wanted to say that it was against her better judgment, but she was even enjoying this strange experience; it was like she had stumbled into a secret world.

“Stop!” the arcanine cried. Mary did. She stared down at the ground, brow furrowed.

“I don’t see anyone,” Mary said. “Are they really that small?”

“No, you idiot!” the lopunny snapped. Mary had noticed the curvy rabbit Pokémon had been covering her chest this entire time. Perhaps she felt inadequate with Mary around? Judging from her comparative height to the arcanine, she was probably one of the biggest miniature

Pokémon on Mattata. “Put us down.”

Mary knelt down and did just that. She watched the arcanine approach one of the strands of Matt’s fur. It was then that she realized there was a hole carved out in it – an entrance around the arcanine’s size. As her gaze flitted around, she saw all of the nearby strands of hair were similarly carved out. There were actually lights inside.

“You… live here?” Mary balked.

She leaned down behind the little arcanine to get a better look isnide. There was a cry of alarm as those within caught sight of her. Mary gaped at the tiny assortment of at least a dozen other Pokémon of varying heights.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Mary reassured them. “I… uh.” She blinked. “Come in peace?”     That didn’t seem to help, but the arcanine said, “Guys, you heard Matt, right? He’s going to grow Mary back. If some of us go with Mary, we might be able to move onto her body while she gets help.”

“Wait a minute…” Mary trailed off. “My body?”

“Just temporarily!” the arcanine whirled around to reassure her. “Until you can find a way to get us all back to normal.”

“Well…” Mary trailed off, easing herself back up.

“I don’t know about this,” it was the lopunny who interrupted.

“What?” the arcanine asked, grinning up at her. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous we’d be living on a different Pokémon.”

Other Pokémon from different strands of fur were starting to emerge, clearly curious about the towering lucario who was occupying their home.

“I… guess I can do that,” Mary said. She didn’t mention where she was considering keeping the puny Pokémon; she still had sex on the brain, and part of her wondered what it might be like to have occupied areolas.

She was surprised by the collective cheer of thankful Pokémon emerging from different hollowed out pieces of fur. It didn’t take much for them to warm up to her. Though, if they were anything like Mary in her own hazy state, she was sure part of this stemmed from the fact that she was a gigantic, curvy woman that they could all ogle – not that she blamed them.

There were so many Pokémon down here. Just how many had Mattata used his wiles to shrink down?

They all seemed excited. Normally, Mary would have shooed anyone crawling over her body like this away, but the lucario had found things were somewhat different after her encounter with Matt – this was all so absurd, why not go along for the ride? She would be their titanic savior, allowing them to migrate from Matt’s pubes to her breasts.

She just sat there, heating up under her fur, somewhat amused by their little celebration.

The scent of Matt’s arousal carried on the breeze, and Mary bit her lip; had she been the slightest less proud, the sight of all those little nude Pokémon down there may have provoked her to start playing with herself.

“Alright!” the arcanine called up. He had been particularly flirtatious during the celebration – something that seemed to chagrin the taller lopunny, who Mary suspected had a crush on him. “I think it’s about time. Mary, take me and… let’s say four others. The ones you don’t carry in your hand can ride on your shoulders. We probably have plenty of time before Matt gets up from his…”

There was a loud, drawn out drone in the distance – one that Mary soon understood was a yawn emitted by Matt.

“Haven’t napped that good in forever,” he groaned. Mary saw he was sitting up. Not that she could even make out the entirety of his upper body from the tangle of pubic fur. “Alright, Mary… you’ve probably had your fun, but it’s time you got a bit bigger. I’d like to at least be able to see that cute little ass of yours.”

In spite of the situation, Mary felt herself blush at that comment.

Matt’s hand obscured the sky – a fuzzy cloud that looked like it could crush an entire town beneath one fingertip. She couldn’t even fathom what Pokémon larger than Matt might look like. What she herself might have looked like to all of these poor Pokémon living inside strands of pubic fur when her sky-swallowing ass made its descent.

“Up you go,” Matt murmured, tracing a finger along an obscured shape in the distance that must have been his flaccid shaft.

There was a pause.

“Mary?” Mattata asked. He tried again. And again. Then another time.

“Really? You of all people want to stay?” He chuckled. “I mean, I’m not complaining. There’s plenty of room for a lovely little lucario like yourself, but… you seemed a bit too feisty to want to stay invisible to the naked eye.”

Mattata wasn’t just speaking for her sake. This one-sided conversation was getting him worked up, too. Even the slightest change in his level of arousal seemed easy to detect at this miniscule scale, like a sudden shift in weather before the storm.

“But if you really want a show, well, you better get ready, ‘cause there’s a tsunami warning in your area.”

As Matt’s cock hardened, it looked like a mountain rising into the air. The scent of his excitement nearly choked the atmosphere.

The Pokémon below were tugging at Mary’s legs, insisting that she run away – she was far too big to fit inside of their homes, and the air here was so heady with Matt’s scent. There was no escaping it. It practically settled into her own fur, marking her as a resident on Mattata’s body. Natural instinct was rearing its dangerous head, telling her not to run, but to stay and enjoy the show.

“Oh,” Matt groaned.

“Oh,” she moaned back, one finger already threading its way around her slit as she watched that miles-long masculine length of rattata dick being lovingly worked by an equally horizon-spanning hand.

“I hope you’re watching down there,” Matt said.

“I am,” Mary muttered to herself. She couldn’t help but reply. The lucario had never felt like this before; she wasn’t necessarily in love – you didn’t love a god, you worshipped him. She stood up to get a better look, peering past those strands of fur to try and get a better view of his erection.

“Get out of here!” the arcanine warned again. “Mary, please! You’re our only hope for growing back!”

Mattata began to lean down.

“I can’t see you,” he boomed. And Mary froze underneath a gaze so massive she could have swam across his eyes like lakes. “But I’m sure that you can see me.”

He licked his lips, then, still masturbating as he stared down into his strands of fur.      That just turned her on more. She couldn’t believe she had almost passed Matt by. She was living on him! There were dozens of people occupying a single strand of his fur! He was like some living, breathing planet – an entire erotic world for Mary to worship.

“Just stay still wherever you are, sweetheart.”

Mary was looking up at his eyes. She was fingering herself out of reverence to Matt and he couldn’t even see her doing it.

His semen surged across his chest. In reality, it was just a piddling second load. Had Mary been her normal size, it would have been something she could have slicked up onto her fingertip. That fact, to her, now seemed as impossible as the idea that she could dip her finger into a lake and scoop out all of its water.

Matt’s cum matted distant strands of fur and began to spread outward. His load looked like an impending tidal wave in the distance, a pearly white wall racing towards her.

Its scent was intoxicating: the hypnotic aroma of masculinity cranked up to ten thousand times its natural potency.

She hardly even registered the danger of that impending wave. Mary kept looking up at the sky, at Matt’s grinning face, his light exhalations sweeping subtle gusts of warm air over the expanse of his pubes.

Mary orgasmed as the flood arrived, bucking her hips when that deluge overtook her tiny body, all of those little Pokémon below hiding away in their strands of fur, which they had sealed shut with protective Pokémon moves, ensuring Matt’s shrinking semen wouldn’t dwindle them further.

Mary was gargantuan to those spectating Pokémon – was. As she was swept away, the lucario understood full well what was happening as Matt’s cum touched her body. She was dwindling; maybe she’d be too small for anyone to ever see again. Microscopic. Living near Matt’s monolithic mountain of a cock for the rest of her days, looking up at those miniature

Pokémon living on Matt as they would him.

Gasping and sputtering and shrinking, Mary finally fell unconscious.

Mary’s entire body felt sore. Even as an active fighting type, she seldom got workouts like that. She felt comfortable, at least. Nestling into her soft bed, she sighed with satisfaction.

“Mary?” a soft voice asked from above.

Letting out a groan, she slowly opened her eyes.

She nearly screamed when she realized there was a gigantic eye staring right at her.

“She’s awake!”

Mary flinched at the sound of that familiar, booming voice. As the groggy lucario looked around, she realized she was not in a bed. Rather, she was on the black-padded fingertip of an arcanine. The same arcanine she was once able to pick up in her hand.

“Told her to run,” an even more towering lopunny grumbled. Mary saw the formerly jealous Pokémon had a smirk playing across her face, as if she no longer had anything to worry about from the curvy lucario.

“She was a waste of a search party, if you ask me. Hardly any of her left!” A blaziken woman scoffed at Mary, bringing her face in so close that the downsized lucario nervously hugged her fingertip bed.

“At least now she’s small enough that she can’t endanger herself anymore,” the arcanine murmured. “I know what Matt’s body can do to people, but that was insane.”

“She’s kind of cute, maybe I could–” another said.

“No using smaller Pokémon as sex toys!” yet another Pokémon interrupted.

The cacophony of voices blurred together as each giant talked over the other. Mary took stock of her surroundings. She looked past the towering ring of Pokémon and saw they were still out in the thicket of Mattata’s pubes. Past that, however, was something else, something that quieted Mary’s new assortment of caretakers – Matt’s sky-spanning face had returned.

“Don’t worry, Mary.”

She had no idea how she was able to approximate those thunderous sounds into words.      “I’ll keep you safe wherever you are. Just consider it a vacation – until I decide to return you back to normal.

“If I decide to return you back to normal.”

Mary sat there amidst the residents of Mattata’s body, all of them colossal compared to herself. She wondered how long they had all been there, and how long she would be, too. But, as a light breeze blew, causing strands of Matt’s fur to sway like trees in a storm— those same strands insulating the tiny inhabitants from the wind—the musky scent of Matt’s pubes began to pick up on her nostrils, and she remembered the erotic vista of his mountainous body, making her reconsider her so-called predicament.

“Mary?” An even deeper, distant voice carried on the wind. Mary’s sensitive ears twitched. It hadn’t come from Matt. It hadn’t come from any of these Pokémon. She peered up past Matt’s miles-high strand of pubic fur. Instinct told her to answer to that, because it was the voice of her trainer.

“Where could she have gone to?”

Mary saw past Mattata’s strands of sky-darkening fur. Through the slats of a park bench that could have spanned an entire countryside was a shape, one too massive for Mary to make sense of. It was too towering. Too fast in spite of its size. She shivered seeing the planetary shadow of her trainer, suddenly grateful that she was still on Matt’s body; the world beyond his own little body would be impossible for her to navigate.

She flinched away from the sky, against that arcanine’s palm.

“Let’s get her inside,” he rumbled, seeming to detect her distress. She was surprised how safe she felt when he rolled her out onto his palm and pressed her tiny frame onto his exceptionally warm fire-type chest. “Don’t worry,” he murmured. “We’ve got a few other tiny Pokémon who spent too long, uh… playing with Matt.”

“None as small as you, though,” the lopunny added. Mary could hear the smugness in her voice.

She was soon lowered to the ground and brought in front of a group of Pokémon far smaller than the arcanine who had been manhandling her.

“Hey! I’m not the smallest one anymore!” The excited glaceon woman sure wasn’t. Mary only came up to her knees. “You’re adorable!”

Mary gaped up at dozens of Pokémon of different sizes, from this huge, smiling glaceon to a lopunny whose toes rose higher than Mary. They all seemed very interested in their newest resident, collectively looming over her, each one completely nude, and, considering the rattata had no doubt chosen them as sexual partners, attractive.

Though Mary hoped Matt would keep his word and grow her back, she was starting to suspect staying down here wouldn’t be so bad – she would always have an eyeful to enjoy, at the very least.

For now, her trainer would simply need to find a bigger Pokémon for battles.

At least she would be hard to hit – maximally minimized Pokémon notoriously were.