title: Milo's Misunderstanding aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Sokz] id: [33918756] date: 星期五, 十月 21日 2022, 4:00:30 下午 modified: 星期五, 十月 21日 2022, 4:02:55 下午

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Milo's Misunderstanding

Author: Sokz Source: Milo's Misunderstanding

When a cat sees his wolf roommate playing with some of the micros that wander into their dorm room, he gets some ideas. However, he has no idea what really happens to those tiny creatures.

Milo couldn’t believe what he had just done. It had been so easy, just a little powder in his drink, a single sip, and now… he was tiny. He was an inch tall, at most, the carpet of his once small dorm room rising past his knees like thick blades of grass in a nearly endless field.

The tiny cat gulped as he looked around. He had known that things were going to look freaky at this size, but the scale of everything was so immeasurable, so thoroughly dwarfing that it was impossible to really grasp. He took a few minutes to reorient himself to the now completely foreign landscape, but even then he still felt like he was alone on an alien world.

As the light of the very early morning moved through the single window of his small dorm room, illuminating the area with its hazy yellow and orange rays, the small cat began to move. He made slow progress at his size, but he had a target already set. At the foot of his roommate's bed, close to the wall, there would be a piece of cheese. That would be the start of his adventure.

But how had the cat become tiny? Well, that story begins a few years ago, when Milo first met his roommate. When he walked into his apartment on that very first day of school he didn’t know who he was going to find. Maybe it was going to be another cat like him, someone that would understand all his habits and foibles. It could have been a lizard that liked to curl up in the corner and play on his computer for the entire day and night. Milo was ready for just about anything. What he found was a giant wolf who was eager to make friends.

Mark was an amazing person. He was a tall wolf, standing two heads taller than his feline friend, with a bushy head of fur that made him look extra cuddly once he combed and stylized it the way he liked. His fur was a pattern of dark and light grays that made him look speckled in some regards. It was a very natural look, one that Milo appreciated. In contrast the house cat was a very basic mix of brown on his back and white on his belly.

The two hit it off almost immediately. Though Mark and Milo had different interests and personalities they were able to grow close to one another. Milo had always been the type to stay inside and keep to himself, while Mark was a social animal, always talking to others, always going on silly adventures and discovering new things. It worked out surprisingly well, since the big wolf would drag Milo out of the house for most of these things. Otherwise, the kitty probably never would have left his room.

By the time their third year came around, the two were best friends. They had grown incredibly close during that time, shared numerous in-jokes, had found hobbies that they both enjoyed, and confided in one another when they had issues. When Mark had broken up with his girlfriend in sophomore year, the one he was sure he was going to marry, Milo stayed up with him all night binging netflix and talking trash about people. When Milo had failed his math midterm and thought he was going to have to repeat the semester, Mark took it upon himself to make sure Milo stuck to a good study pattern. Even if he did interrupt it to tell him jokes more than he probably should have.

They had a good relationship as friends, but Milo had a secret. A spot inside of himself that he had never told anyone, and never planned on letting slip. Especially not to his buddy. Though Milo had relationships with girls in the past, and had done all the same stuff at parties that the other boys his age were up to, the cat had another desire. It wasn’t some secret fantasy that he thought about all the time, or a huge part of his life. Just a little idea that would pop into his head and refuse to leave every now and then, a desire that he didn’t love about himself, but was getting harder and harder to ignore.

Milo, on occasion, wanted to be small. Usually it popped into his mind when he was going through a dry spell and everything around him was starting to look sexual. At first it would come on as simple ideas. What if he was the size of a bug and some girl found him, and let him crawl all over her? What would it be like to kiss a giant? What would it be like to go inside of a giant girl? What about just sniffing her feet?

Once it popped into his head there was nothing he could do about it. No matter how hard he tried to think about other things, to let other sexual ideas enthrall him, there was no getting around it. He wanted to be tiny, and he wanted to play with a giant’s paws.

But that wasn’t the end of it. A giant fantasy? That was pretty normal by the standards of some of the people he had talked to. What really made the entire thing strange was that there was one person in particular he would always fantasize about once his desires grew. One person who’s paws he most wanted to cuddle with, who’s toes looked so warm and inviting. More than anyone else in the world, Milo wanted Mark to turn him into a micro sized paw slut.

And it didn’t help that Mark loved playing with micros. For anyone living in a city or populated area, micros are just the thing you learn to deal with. Tiny versions of normal sized animals that scuttle around on the fringe of society. Most of them are intelligent and thoughtful, and are just trying to survive in a hostile and terrible world. That doesn’t stop normal sized people from taking advantage of them. Micros don’t really have any rights, and there is no way to enforce them anyway. Hell, some stores even sell traps.

Milo didn’t really care about micros, so he ignored them more than anything. Mark though, Mark went out of his way to find the tiny creatures. He said that he loved the way they felt when he stood over them, dominated them, really bent them to his will. The wolf never hurt the tiny guys, and he’d usually release them after a day or two with a snack as a reward, but he really made them work for it.

Milo couldn’t even count how many times he had come back from a day of classes to see his roommate laying on his bed with a micro licking at his huge paw pad. Most days Milo just laughed at the tiny creature, but there were times when he looked down at the bugs that licked Mark’s toes with just a hint of envy. What would it be like to be that tiny, and to be dominated by someone as amazing as Mark?

It was that question that led him to a local friend who had a connection to a guy that could get him a powder. It wasn’t anything special, just a drug that could shrink someone down to micro size for a couple of hours. There wasn’t much risk involved, and though it cost a bit of money, it was a price Milo was more than willing to pay.

So, that morning, Milo sent an email to all his professors telling them that he’d have to miss class. He had talked to Mark the night before and made up an excuse of staying with friends for the night. That way, no one would wonder where he had been. All that was left was to get up early, before Mark was even out of bed, and then shrink down to tiny size.

The micro sized Milo felt himself grow pale as he came to the foot of the giant bed and saw the tiny crumb of cheese in front of him. He knew exactly what this was, a trap set to catch tiny guys like him. Mark had set it up as a way of easily finding new micros to play with. They’d come along and think they scored an easy meal, but would only be rewarded with a day of servitude. Well, that was exactly what Milo wanted, wasn’t it?

The cat felt nervous as he went up to the cheese and kneeled down next to it. Though he wanted to play with Mark’s paws more than anything he still knew that this was weird, and that it would probably be more humiliating than it was fun. But he needed to know what it felt like. If he hated it then maybe he’d finally stop having these thoughts all together.

The cat pushed his doubts away, then grabbed the cheese. A sting tightened, a mechanism snapped, and a rope coiled around his leg and ripped him into the air, upside down. That was it, he was trapped. Nothing left to do but wait.

He heard the bed creak a few minutes after that. Milo knew Mark’s schedule pretty well, and made sure that he wouldn’t have to be hanging there for too long. The massive bed groaned as the giant shifted around, then finally threw off his blankets. Milo looked on as Mark’s paws gently lowered to the carpet and pressed down before the boy stood up. With a yawn the titanic sized wolf took his first steps. Though Milo was hanging in the air he could still feel the sting shake as the world rocked, and he could hear the tremendous impacts of each footfall.

Milo’s breath was stolen from him as the giant wolf walked around his bed and came into view. He was huge, larger than the cat ever thought he would seem. He towered over everything around him like a titan, some force of nature with enough strength to completely crush whatever he wanted. A god that walked the earth on paws of soft and warm leather.

Mark took another step forward, then glanced down at his trap. When he noticed that there was a creature in it he smiled, then leaned down a bit. “So someone found the cheese, did he?” The wolf’s voice was at a pitch far lower than it normally sounded, and incredibly powerful. Milo felt it in his chest as he spoke. “Well, just hang in there a little longer. We got some fun stuff in front of us.” The wolf laughed at the trapped tiny, then walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

As Milo waited and listened, he felt his stomach knotting up. Whether that was from fear or excitement, he wasn’t sure. As he glanced up, he saw that his cock was starting to twitch, the situation already fulfilling some of his fantasies. “Come on Milo, calm down,” he told himself as he waited for the wolf to return. “It’s just Mark. You know him. He isn’t going to do anything bad. Well… not anything too bad at least.” He felt himself grinning at the idea of what was to come.

Soon the door to the bathroom opened, and Mark took a few steps out of the room, his huge gray eyes falling to the micro still caught in his trap. The giant walked over to Milo, his footsteps thundering, then crouched down. “So, what type of micro are you?” he asked as he peered closer. As Milo felt the giant’s eyes pass over his naked and exposed body he felt embarrassed like he never had before. His cheeks even started to blush. “Oh, a cat! And hey, you kind of look like someone I know, too.”

Mark glanced back at Milo’s bed, just to confirm that the cat wasn’t home. “Ah, that’s a shame,” the wolf said as he turned back to his micro. “My roommate would have gotten such a kick out of seeing a tiny version of himself. Well, I’ll just take a couple pictures or something.” Milo then watched as the giant reached up to the string that trapped him, then simply cut it with one of his long claws. Milo fell a few inches before dropping into the waiting hand of his new master. He didn’t even try to escape before the Wolf’s huge, fluffy fingers wrapped around him. In an instant he was grabbed, held tight in the giant’s grasp.

“So this is how things are going to go,” the wolf said down to him in a tone that was demanding, that had no room for conflict or disagreement. “I’m not going to kill you, or anything like that. So don’t go doing anything stupid. I just enjoy playing with your kind. I’m sure you could understand that.” He smiled as Milo looked up at him feebly. Mark had never been mean to him before, or even so much as raised his voice. It was like Milo was looking up at a completely different wolf, one that had all the power in their relationship and wasn’t afraid to use it. The tiny cat felt his cock growing harder with every word. “I think I’m going to keep you for the rest of the day. I’ll be like your master, and you’ll be my slave. If you do everything I say, without question or hesitation, then I’ll give you some food afterwards and let you go. If you try to run away, or bite me, or do anything I don’t like, then I’ll make these next few hours really, really unpleasant for you. Understand?”

Milo nodded as much as he could. Though he knew that Mark was telling the truth, and that he wasn’t in any danger, the effect was still the same. He felt so nervous and scared, but so excited at the same time.

“Good. You look like one of the more intelligent micros.” The giant then stood up and walked over to his desk, where he placed the kitty down on the cold wood. Milo watched as he opened one of the drawers and pulled out a tiny object, one that looked like a miniature collar attached to a rope, at the end of which was another, larger, ring. “Here, put this on,” he said as he dropped the smaller end in front of his new pet.

Milo grabbed the ring quickly. It was a thin rubber collar that had been created for the sole purpose of playing with micros. The end he held could be tightened, but couldn’t be loosened except with a special control that was attached to the opposite ring, something that only the giant could control. Once he slipped this on he would be a slave, completely and totally.

The cat pulled the ring over his ears, then over his fluffy face, until it dropped onto his neck. He then tighten it so that it wouldn’t come loose. Mark watched as he worked, and smiled when it was done. “Good. You’re not fighting this. It’s no fun when you guys try and run all the time.”

Milo flinched as Mark reached down for him again. The sight of a giant’s paw coming right at him was just something he’d never get used to. The wolf then picked him up again and lowered him to the carpet below his desk. “There,” said the giant as he placed the kitty down between his paws. “Right where you belong.” He then slipped the larger ring around one of the toes of his right paw. It fit snuggly, like it was meant to be there.

That pit in his stomach still hadn’t gone away, but still, Milo looked up at his master with a mix of fear and anticipation. He wanted to do whatever the giant told him, wanted to be dominated and made to worship the feet of his best friend. He just needed to hear the words.

Mark sat down in his chair, but made sure to leave enough space so that he could see the tiny cat on the ground. The wolf then rotated his right foot so that it was lying on its side, the huge leathery sole exposed to the cool air of morning. “Alright then,” the wolf said to down his tiny friend. “Start by rubbing my foot. And make sure to press hard. Otherwise, I won't even feel it.”

Milo felt his heart thump in his chest as he looked over at the huge paw of his best friend. It rested there, waiting for him, the sole plump and squishy looking, one of the most inviting things he had ever seen. With only a little hesitation the micro walked over to the giant paw pad. When he reached it he saw that it was almost four times as tall as he was, even when it was on its side. Truly a ginormous pad.

He was panting as he looked forward at the soft skin. The sole of Mark’s paw pad was jet black, and though it looked smooth from a distance he could now make out all of the tiny details that would have otherwise been impossible to see. The entire thing was made out of little rounded areas that reflected the light and radiated heat outwards. Between these rounded tiles were black cracks and crevasses that bacteria would love to hide in, and where his sweat probably pooled out of.

There was a smell to the wolf’s foot. Not bad, but definitely more noticeable that it had ever been when Milo was still normal sized. As he breathed in he could practically taste the dirt and dried sweat. It was strong and tangible, but something that only turned him on more. Finally, the cat reached out and placed a hand on the giant’s sole. Instantly he felt the warmth surge into him.

“Good,” Mark said from above. “Now rub.”

Milo nodded, then leaned closer to the massive paw pad. He began rubbing the sole up and down, moving his hands over the huge surface in generous movements. He wanted to cover as much of the foot as he possibly could, even if he was just a tiny. Mark was content to lean back in his chair and watch as the micro worked. Soon he leaned forward and grabbed a breakfast bar that sat on his desk. He unwrapped it and ate it as the micro continued to pamper his paw pads.

The tiny kitty was loving every second. He could feel microscopic pieces of dirt of the giant’s sole, but he brushed these away as he rubbed. Mark might not realize it, but he was cleaning off the giant’s paw pad for him. It felt nice knowing that he was being useful, that he was being a good servant and a good friend.

Milo continued to rub as Mark simply ate his breakfast. He moved around a little, trying to cover as much of an area as he could, tried to clean off the giant’s sole so that the black skin was absolutely flawless. His tiny arms couldn’t reach very high, but he still tried.

When the wolf was almost finished with his breakfast he suddenly shifted his foot. Milo stumbled back as the paw rotated towards him. At first he wasn’t sure what was happening, but he realized quickly when the sole continued to move over his head. The kitty old looked on with wide eyes as his friend gently turned his paw over, onto the tiny micro.

In a second the cat found himself firmly held down under the giant wolf’s paw. His body was still close to the balls of his foot, where the leather was the warmest, and the squishiest. Even as Mark simply rested his sole on top of him, the skin bent around his body, allowing the rest of his sole to touch the ground.

He then felt the wolf moan on top of him as he started pressing his foot into the ground. The sudden change of pressure was unexpected and uncomfortable, though it wasn’t painful. The giant’s foot squished into him as Mark leaned on him more. His skin compressed the kitty’s limbs and chest, crushed into his body and forced him deeper into the sole. He would then lean back and give Milo a moment to recover himself before pressing down once again.

Milo smiled as his entire body was pressed on by his friend, as the heat from his sole poured into his body and warmed him. It was hard to breathe under Mark’s foot, but he managed to find tiny pockets of air that navigated through the folds of the giant’s plush paw pad. The only time it was impossible to breath was when the giant pressed down on him and squished Milo’s face into his sole, where his skin smothered him.

The wolf continued. At first Milo loved the feeling as being molded into the giant’s paw, of being pressed on and squashed, of being crushed like a pathetic, useless micro. But as Mark continued, as the minutes dragged on and the pawplay continued, the air began to grow stale, and the pressure only increased.

“Hmph!” Milo yelped, his call muffled by the skin that covered his mouth as the pressure doubled again, this time compressing his lungs and forcing the air out. When Mark took the pressure away again he desperately took a deep, sweat soaked breath, only to have the process repeated when he was crushed again. Mark wasn’t even standing up yet, but he still had more than enough strength to crush him.

The kitty tried to rub at the giant’s sole as the pressure continued, to give him so signal that this was becoming too much, that he was being too rough with him. Whenever he tried to move his arms they were stopped by the folds of his sole. He couldn’t move, not even when the pressure was taken off of him.

“Hmph!” Milo yelped again, that knot coming back into his stomach as Mark pressed on him and held him down, maintained the pressure for longer than he had before. The cat’s lungs started to burn, begging for some air that they could not receive. It was only when the wolf decided that he could breathe again that Milo was granted another respite.

This continued, that fear growing and growing inside the kitty as he realized what was happening, as he understood what his role really was. Mark wasn’t being so rough with him because he didn’t understand what it was doing. This wasn’t some type of mistake. Mark was an expert at making micros do whatever he wanted. Right now, Milo wasn’t a normal cat. He wasn’t Mark’s roommate, or even his friend. He was a servant. Though he might have shrunken himself willingly, and went to Mark and did everything he asked, this was not his fantasy to live out. This was Mark’s.

The kitty was crushed into the carpet over and over and over before the wolf decided he had enough. Finally Milo saw the light of day as the wolf lifted up his paw and placed it next to the smothered and beaten kitty. For a for second Milo just coughed and breathed in as much fresh air as he could. The pressure of his own friend’s foot had been nearly smothering.

“Having fun down there?” Mark said to his toy. Milo looked up at the giant with a tear in his eye. This was what he wanted, wasn’t it? To be used? To be forced to lick his friend’s foot? “You look better than some of the others. But I think we’re done with that now. After all, I have to go to class.”

Milo sighed with relief. He never paid close attention to what Mark did with the micros he had captured, but he knew that he didn’t take them to class with him. He probably would just put him in a drawer, or maybe tie him up in one of his socks. Milo liked that idea, being stuck in Mark’s sock.

Mark then moved his feet towards himself, out from under the desk. As he did so the string that tied Milo’s collar to the giant’s toe was pulled taught, and he was dragged forward with it. The feeling was sudden and jarring, but not painful. The collar wasn’t tight, and he barely weighed anything.

The wolf then stood up and towered over the little cat. Without looking down Mark then walked over to the door, dragging his micro with him the entire way. He then lifted up his foot so that Milo was pulled into the air. The cat grabbed onto the string above his head to prevent himself from choking.

“So kitty,” Mark said as he looked down to the micro tied to his paw. “How’d you like my soul? Hope it wasn’t too much for you, since you aren’t getting a break just yet.”

“Huh?” Milo said as he looked up at his roommate. He then felt himself lowering back to the earth. When he looked down he realized what was happening, and true panic gripped him. Mark wasn’t putting him back on the carpet, he was lowering him towards his shoe. “No, wait!” Milo shouted as he tried to squirm away. He had no idea that Mark trapped micros in his shoe. He always just assumed that he put them somewhere.

The kitty was lowered towards the shoe. “Wait, wait!” Milo tried to say as he passed the lip of the shoe, and then felt the moist fabric touch his own feet a moment later. Mark’s shoes were never the cleanest thing in the world. They were a simple pair of sneakers that the wolf used every day to walk to and from class. After a couple months of use, sweat had soaked into the insole and became part of it, Mark’s natural musk now multiplied even more. It was dark in that shoe, and Milo knew what was about to happen. “Mark, I don’t want to do this anymore,” he said up to the uncaring wolf, now truly afraid. “I thought I was just going to rub your feet, alright? So please just don’t…” he stopped as he saw the wolf’s paw lowering. His massive toes hung at the lip of the shoe for only a moment.

Milo was overcome with fear and ran, knowing that if he was trapped under his heal he’d be crushed for sure. The tiny kitty sprinted across his best friend’s insole as he shoved his foot inside. He barely managed to make it half way before he felt the gigantic toes smash into his back and force him down. He was then rolled along as the rest of Mark’s foot moved over his body, until the giant slipped his shoe completely on.

As things stopped spinning, Milo found himself facing the giant’s sole. He was close to the top of the balls of his feet, with his tiny head poking out into the furry area between the giant’s toes. At least that way his mouth wasn’t going to be smothered. The pressure on his chest and body, however, was enormous.

“Ah!” he cried out in sudden anguish as he felt his friend start to walk. Having Mark play with him while under the table had been bad, but having him actually stand on him, use his as an insole, was so much worse. He truly thought his ribs were going to break as his giant roommate started walking.

The steps came fast and terribly. Over and over the wolf would lift up his foot and smash it down. His furry toes would press inwards around the kitty’s face, tickling his nose and cheeks as he stepped forward. Then the squishy leather of his sole would come down and compress his chest until he felt like he was suffocating again.

It only got worse as the day went on. Eventually Mark reached his class and sat down. The pressure decreased to a point where Milo could breath, but there was a new problem facing the kitty. That walk, slight as it was, had been enough for Mark’s paw pad to start to sweat. “Oh come on,” Milo moaned as a droplet formed on the underside of his pad and moved down to his body, only to be absorbed by his own fur.

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, and the temperature only increased as time went on. What had first felt like a comforting warmth put out by the giant foot that rested on him soon became sweltering. The scent of sweat and musk increased as well, until it permeated every breath that Milo took, to the point where he could think of nothing else other than the chemicals that the giant wolf gave off. It was disgusting, vile, suffocating, yet Milo still felt some enjoyment from it.

Once he became used to the pain his mind drifted back to how surreal this was. He was tiny, and trapped in the shoe of the one person in the world he thought would also treat him nicely. Mark, that nice, silly guy, was using him as a toy. He was nothing but a micro, at Mark’s mercy. The cat felt his cock start to twitch again, pressed up against the burning paw pad.

As time ticked on the wolf grew bored of whatever class he was stuck in, and turned his attention back to his pet. Milo didn’t know what was happening, but he suddenly felt the wolf’s fluffy toes scrunch up. His head was caught between two of the huge and fluffy digits as they pressed into themselves. They let go just as quick. “Mark, what are you doing?” the cat said a moment before his toes scrunched up again. This time his face was pressed between them, smushed into the damp fur that grew between his toes. When he breathed in it felt like he was directly inhaling his sweat.

It was only after three more cycles of this toe punishment that Milo understood. He was being played with. Mark knew where he was and could probably feel his tiny head between his toes. This was just another part of the game to him, another way to play. At that realization Milo’s cock became fully erect, and he couldn’t stop himself from pressing it into the giant wolf’s paw.

The giant continued to squeeze his head and force his face into his toe pads, all while Milo enjoyed himself, and thrust his cock against the giant’s paw. Though he could barely move, it felt amazing. The head of his penis moved over his soft sole. He felt the pressure, the heat, and it all helped make the sensation amazing. As the wolf kept up the torture his pace increased.

Then he realized what he was doing. What would Mark think if he saw him like this? If he knew that the micro he was playing with was his own friend? What would he do if he realized that Milo wasn’t just trapped, but enjoying it? That he was humping against his sole, on the verge of climax?

Guilt shot through the kitty in a huge wave. Suddenly, when he took a step back, this all felt so wrong. He wasn’t gay, and yet he was rubbing his dick against another guy’s foot. He knew that Mark was straight, and never would think of him in that way, but here he was, about to finish on him.

The giant wolf, unaware of his friend’s inner turmoil, then stood up. In an instant all thoughts of morality were thrown from the cat’s mind as his friend’s full bodyweight came down on him again, forcing out every bit of oxygen from his lungs and practically squishing his cock into his pelvis.

And then they were walking again. The torture continued in that same rhythmic, horrible way, until finally Milo felt the footsteps stop, and heard the far away sound of a muffled door closing.

He then felt the weight of the giant wolf slip off of him as Mark simply pulled his foot out of the shoe. Milo lay in the wolf’s paw print for a moment, absolutely exhausted from the ordeal, until his collar snapped tight and yanked him along with it.

“There you are,” Mark said as he pulled the cat out of his shoe, then lowered him to the floor nearby. Milo could tell that they were back in the apartment. Mark must have only had the one class. “So, tiny, how’d you like that little trip?” Milo couldn’t answer, he just flopped to the ground. “I know, it's a bit long.” The wolf chuckled as he leaned down, then moved one of his fingers between his toes. Milo heard a slight click as the lock on his collar was undone, and the thing fell from his neck.

“Huh?” Milo said as he looked back up at the giant. He was startled to see Mark’s hand reaching for him again. The cat didn’t fight it, for he knew it would be completely pointless.

With Milo safely in hand, Mark walked over to his bed and gently placed the cat on top of his white sheets. Milo stumbled when he landed, the surface uneven and unpredictable as it compressed ever so slightly under his nearly negligible weight. “What are you doing?” the cat said as he looked up at his giant friend. He had only ever known Mark to play with the micros with his feet.

His question was answered when the wolf moved his hands down to the waist of his pants, then unbuttoned them. “Wait…” Milo said, his eyes slowly opening in terror as he realized what his friend was thinking. “No, no, no, no,” he said up to the giant as he slipped the zipper down. “Mark, its me! Milo! Okay, don’t do this! It’s me! It’s me!” His desperate cries went unheard as the giant wolf pulled down his pants and underwear, leaving his flaccid cock hanging between his legs, exposed. Milo’s breath was taken from him again as he stared, unblinking, at the massive organ.

Secretly, milo had always suspected that the wolf had a large member. Now, his suspicions were confirmed. Even for a normal size creature he would have been well endowed. For a micro staring up at his giant cock, the thing was a towering mass that absolutely dwarfed his entire life.

“Like the view?” Mark said down. “I know, It’s impressive.”

“Mark, come on,” Milo said as he tried to back away. “Please, I’m not gay. You’re not gay. Don’t do whatever you’re thinking.”

The wolf just smiled down to his micro sized roommate. “Don’t worry about anything,” he said in his confidant, demanding way. “Just remember, you do as you’re told and I’ll let you go with a meal once we’re done.” The wolf then stepped to the side and crawled into bed a little bit away from the cat.

Milo felt the world shake as the bed compressed and bent under the giant’s form. He could barely even keep standing as Mark shifted into positions. When the wolf was finally comfortable Milo looked up to see that he was standing directly in front of the giant’s exposed cock, with his legs on either side of him, bent so that the soles pointed inward.

Mark then grabbed one of his feet and pulled it closer to the kitty, so that he was only a step away from it. Milo looked up at his friend, pleading silently for this not to happen. In answer Mark said, “Lick.”

“Mark,” Milo tried to say, but the wolf shook his head.

“Lick.”

“I…” Milo looked back at the giant's sole. This morning it had been clean and soft, inviting after a long and blissful sleep. Now though, after a couple hours inside of his hot, smelly shoe, his sole was glistening with sweat and radiating heat. It was disgusting just to look at, but Milo knew he didn’t have a choice. Pathetically, the micro walked over to his friend’s paw.

He moved to the sole and felt the heat pumping out of it. The smell was strong, but he was used to it by now. First he placed his hands on the giant pad, then he leaned in, cringed, and stuck out his tongue. Like a good slave, Milo licked his master’s sole.

“That’s a good boy,” Mark said to him. “Keep going.”

The taste was extreme. It was one of the saltiest things he had ever experienced, but under that grime and dirt. It was a vile sensation, one that made him want to gag as he felt the tiny droplets running down his tongue towards the back of his throat. “Mark, I don’t want to do this,” he begged. When he looked over he just saw the wolf staring down at him, commanding him to continue. He kept licking. Each time his tongue passed over the wolf’s paw he closed his eyes and tried to pretend that this wasn’t happening, that his best friend wasn’t making him do this.

The cat kept licking and licking, until he heard a low moan shake the bed. When he looked back towards his friend he saw that Mark’s cock had grown. It twitched as the giant felt his tongue against his sole, the already huge expanse of pink flesh growing and lifting into the air. “Mark…” Milo moaned as he turned away from the giant’s cock. He kept licking his foot, pretending that it was all he was doing.

Mark then moved his hand towards his erection and grabbed onto it. Milo could feel the giant staring at him as he started playing with himself, as he rubbed his shaft up and down in slow, methodical motions. Milo never realized that Mark enjoyed this so much, that playing with micros was anything more than just bullying them a little. No, Mark loved being a giant, he loved tormenting these tiny creatures and making them do everything humiliating he could think of. And after a full day of turning them into his foot toy this is what he did. Found some time alone where he could force them to lick his paw, all while he jerked off.

Milo kept licking and licking, until he heard Mark speak again. “All right, toy,” the giant said. “That was good.”

“Are you d-” Milo was cut off as he felt the giant’s fingers wrap around his body. In an instant he found himself trapped within his friend’s grip, the scent of his musk already rubbing into him. “Wait, Mark!” he shouted from inside the giant’s hand as he was moved. “Stop!”

The fingers uncurled, and he found himself lying on the giant’s palm, completely open and exposed, looking up at the towering form of Mark’s glistening cock. Once again Milo was left speechless as he was shown something so impossibly huge and terrifying that it took his breath away. His eyes started from the base of his member, where his fluffy balls met the organ, then moved up along the glistening pink shaft until he came to the head, far, far above. Even beyond that he could see Mark’s smiling face, looking down at him.

“Mark, don’t do this,” he begged one more time. “I just wanted to rub your feet.”

“You know, tiny,” the wolf said down. “You really do remind me of someone I know. And god, I’ve wanted to do this to him for a long time. Thanks for being the perfect stand in, miny Milo.”

The kitty felt his stomach drop as he heard the words. Before he could say anything though, the giant moved his hand. Milo found himself in the shadow of the massive cock as he was moved towards the shaft. “No!” he screamed an instant before Mark pressed him into the bottom of his shaft.

Milo felt the heat of it first, then he registered the soft skin that compressed lightly against his body as Mark’s palm forced him against it, forced his face into the glistening flesh. Then he noticed the smell. It resembled the stench of Mark’s foot, the same base smell that made up the boy himself, but there was so much more to this aroma. There was a raw sexuality to it, a musk that completely overwhelmed Milo the moment he was forced to breath it in.

Then Mark dragged his tiny body up the length of his cock, making sure to press him into it the entire way up, and back down. Milo moaned as he was used as a toy, as he was rubbed along the length of the giant boy’s cock. It was so humiliating, worse than being played with, worse than being trapped in his shoe and having his head compressed by his toes. This was his dick. His manhood. If there was any part of Milo’s mind that felt like he was still normal, that he hadn’t been completely dominated by his best friend, it was erased now.

As Mark continued to drag his friend up and down the length of his cock, his heartbeat quickened, and slight drips of pree leaked out from his tip. They dribbled over the edge of his head and down his shaft, where his hand rolled over them. Milo gagged the first time it happened, and a few tiny droplets were pressed against his face and mouth. The second time was harder to avoid, and he breathed some of it in.

The cat knew exactly what it was, and the taste of Mark’s precum set something off inside his mind. He was taken back to his emotions while trapped inside his shoe, when he was completely powerless and dominated. The smooth skin rubbing against his front side felt nice and warm, and his own cock hardened. Soon Milo was moaning as Mark crushed him against his giant dick, with his own tiny member squished in between.

Each pump of mark’s cock was a pump of Milo’s, and the cat knew that he couldn’t last long. He tried to hold back the raw emotions, but the scent of Mark’s musk, the taste of his precum, it was affecting his mind. Those feelings of attraction, that small part of his mind that wanted to be a micro was sent into overdrive. He couldn’t think of anything other than his friend dominating him. He wanted this. He wanted to be Mark’s cock toy.

The giant wolf kept pumping, faster and faster and faster, his tongue out and panting as he came closer to finishing. Inside his hand, the same could be said for Milo. The cat struggled against the pain as Mark’s grip tightened, as each stroke came harder and faster until finally it built up too much. Milo dug his claws into the giant's cock as he came, erupting on the giant’s dick.

But Mark wasn’t finished. Even as Milo cock began to soften he continued, pumping the kitty up and down his shaft, smearing his face in his precum, sweat, and now the cat’s on cum. Again and again he pumped, his mind picturing Milo pressed against him, humiliated, tiny, pathetic, unable to do anything other than suffer against his erection until he finally felt himself about to erupt.

At the last moment the wolf moved his hand up to the head of his cock. Milo felt his body drag over the smooth skin of his shaft again, then onto the rounded head of his dick. His face was pushed through the slight river of pre until his body was moved right over the burning hot slit of his dick. There was no time to prepare or even to realize what was about to happen. Mark came hard, his cum erupting into his hand and spilling out the sides.

Milo was completely drenched as his giant friend shot hot cum into his face. Wave after wave burst from the giant’s tip and onto the tiny kitty, smothering him completely until the giant wolf was finally drained.

Mark sat there for a moment, breathing hard, his cock still erect, his lap now covered with his own cum. He looked down at the scene with a goofy smile, the orgasm still fresh in his mind. Gently, he began rubbing the micro around the head of his penis, a little thing that made him smile.

Milo felt his body drag over the hot shaft. If his fur could have picked up any more cum, it would have. Instead, he just pushed most of it out of the way. Still, Milo struggled against the motion. He couldn’t open his eyes out of fear that Mark’s cum would get in them, and breathing was difficult. He could feel the wolf’s seed up his nose, and had already swallowed more than he wanted to.

As the wolf squeezed the tip of his cock, a few last squirts came out of the slit. He mopped these up with his micro toy, then finally moved Milo away. The cat looked up at his master as he sat in his palm, completely covered in a bath of white goo.

“What’d you think, micro Milo?” the wolf said down to him, still panting. “You know, I almost want to keep you as a pet just so that I can do this again. Whenever he annoys me or something, I can just pull you out and force you to lick my toes.” The wolf leaned back and painted some more.

“Sorry Mark,” Milo whispered, though he knew his friend couldn’t hear him. “That’s going to be kind of hard.” He still didn’t know how he felt about things. When he had first shrunken that day he had expected to rub his friends paws. Now, he was lying in a pool of Mark’s and his cum, completely drenched.

The wolf then looked back down at him. “But I did make you a promise. I’ll let you go.”

A few hours later and Milo walked up to the door of his apartment. He took a deep breath as he placed his hand on the handle and slid the key into the lock. The fact that Mark was going to be in there, and that he had to pretend like nothing happened, weighed heavily on his mind.

After Mark and him had finished, the wolf made good on his promise. He even helped the kitty out a bit, and ran him a warm bath in the sink so he could get most of his cum out of his fur. Then he dropped Milo off on the ground with a small bit of cheese, and let the micro do whatever he wanted. For Milo, that meant escaping the room and running to the janitor's closet nearby, where he had stashed his clothes.

And here he was, normal sized once again, ready to return to his everyday life. Except, things felt strange now. After he finished that guilt came back to him. The knowledge that he had been used as a jerk off toy, that he had finished on another giant’s dick. That he pretty much had sex with Mark, and even swallowed mouthfulls of his cum. That was something he’d never be able to live down. But, at the same time, he didn’t feel nearly as bad as he would have expected. If the kitty was being honest with himself, he enjoyed the entire experience.

Milo opened the door to his apartment and walked in. Mark was there, sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone. “Hey,” Milo said, trying to act casual around the bigger boy.

“Oh, Milo, you’re back!” the wolf jumped to his feet and walked over to the kitten. It was startling how that same action just a few hours ago would have been so terrifying. Now, it was just his friend coming over. “You’re never going to believe what happened before. Man, I still can’t believe you missed it.”

“Oh?” Milo answered. He closed the door and walked over to his own bed, trying to hide the quiver in his voice. “What happened?”

“I found a micro, but he looked exactly like you!” The wolf sounded so happy, and Milo knew exactly why. “Look, I took a few pictures while he was rubbing my feet.” Mark then pulled out his phone and scrolled to the pictures. “See? He’s got the exact same color pattern as you.”

“Wow,” Milo answered as he looked at the pictures. The sight made his heart flutter again. Seeing himself like that, so tiny and by his friends paws, brought back all the feelings of what it had been like. “He really does look like me. Hope you were nice to him.”

Mark shrugged. “As nice as you can be with a micro, am I right?” He nudged the kitty, then took the phone back. “You want me to send you these?”

“Uh… yeah,” Milo answered, feeling embarrassed. “Sure. I've never seen a micro that looked like me before.”

“Man, I hope this little guy comes back one day. It would be so much fun to play with him together, or something.” Mark laughed a bit, then turned back to Milo. “Anyway, how was your day? Just classes? Nothing interesting?”

“Nope, just the same old boring thing,” Milo answered. He looked up at his friend and tried to keep the smile off of his face. “It was a little fun though.”