So this is my first set of gift stories that are a long overdue Christmas gift.
These first few stories are for  zoober and  pozole respectively.

The first is a 2k word short about a size difference date

The second is a 1.8k short about a bun becoming a toe toy~

Enjoy!

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Gift for Zoober

The opossum sat idly in excitement, rocking back and forth in his chair as he leaned over the table, nervously covering his maw with a twitching hand. He felt like a toddler, kicking legs only reaching halfway down the chair made for somebody much larger than himself, as a heavy blush heated his face and hand at the thought that the man he was meeting would find the same chair much too small for himself. Zoober shuddered with exhilaration, it being much too long since his last date, and having never had the pleasure of meeting with somebody who seemed so perfect. While first impressions on a dating site never meant much, if the pitbull was even half the size he claimed to be, the tiny possum would be in heaven - just imagining such a size difference between the two made his dreams come true.

On the edge of the seat, the anxious marsupial glanced down at his dapper watch weighing heavily on his wrist and his brows furrowed ever so slightly. Chad was late. Sighing, Zoober came to the realization that he must’ve been blown off. He made a mental note not to invest too emotionally into people he’s never met before, but who can blame him after seeing the pics on Chad’s profile. Mentally scouring them now was enough to tent the tiny possum’s pants, vividly recalling the large, rounded form of the pitbull. All the toned muscles covered by mounds of thick flesh and a hefty coat of fur. A belly that could probably house him, and a ruggedly handsome face that seemed to smugly know the possum was wet over him even through a dream.

Deciding to daydream some more before he got up and left the fancy restaurant he had to book a reservation for weeks in advance, he ignored the tremors shaking the ground beneath him. In the state he lived in, small earthquakes were commonplace, all he had to do was lean back in his throne-sized chair to stabilize himself as he closed his eyes and envisioned being sat on by the planet-like orbs of the pitbull’s ass… In his dreams, there was no threat of the heavy beast crunching him to a pulp with a single ass cheek; in his mind, he could survive 100% intact as the ocean of ass smothered his entire body… bliss…

Something was off. Everything around him seemed to go silent, as if all the other patrons and diners were raptured away in an instant, leaving the marsupial behind to face the wrath of hell. The air seemed to get thicker, taking more effort to breathe. A masculine scent flooded over his nostrils, the potency forcing him to crinkle his nose despite his mouth salivating over the manly odor he was usually deprived of experiencing. His lidded eyes could even sense the light blacking out. It was as if his imagination bled into reality.

Cautiously, Zoober opened his eyes… To see a monstrous pair of seemingly-glowing eyes beading down upon him, eyeing him up and down like a tasty treat. Zoober’s body froze as his mind stopped functioning for a moment, sheer terror overwhelming any rational thoughts that could comprehend what was happening. The beastly figure loomed over him threateningly, his mountainous form a shadow against the light, large, rippling muscles surrounded by thicker mounds of fat and fur-

It was then it clicked. Chad! The size difference was much more intimidating in real life. Zoober glazed to either side to see the other diners were shocked by the sheer size of the creature that towered over them, enthralled by the scene but horrified that they were about to witness a murder. Everybody awaiting the giant’s next move, the only sound being the panting of the dog as his tongue slopped out lazily, leaking out globs of drool onto the floor, the back of the possum’s chair, and even on his dress clothes, making Zoober grimace in disgust. That magnificent maw opened, and the crowd gasped at the sight of his canine canines.

“Hey, there, little dude! Bro, you fall asleep or something, I wasn’t even that late! Man, I knew you said you were small, but I didn’t realize how tiny you actually were! You might as well be a micro to me! Yo, anyways, is this seat taken?”

Smirking, the colossal pitbull stepped forward and rose his ass over the chair Zoober was laying on, teasingly wiggling the plush butt over the miniscule marsupial, who shivered in a mixture of fear and excitement. It was like his imagination just transformed into reality, the massive sprawling ass just as he envisioned, yet terrifyingly close to coming down heavily to crush every bone in his body. But just as quickly as it came, the ass receded and Chad gave a hearty laugh, loud enough to echo through his bones and shake his organs as Zoober sat there wide-eyed, still yet to say a word to his enthusiastic date.

“I’m just kidding, bro! Oh man, I got you good! Don’t worry, I don’t sit on anyone I like… but if this date goes bad, you have got a date to the hospital courtesy of my ass! HAHA! I’m kidding, dude, calm down. Sorry I’m late by the way, Zoobs, I had to walk here. Worked up quite the sweat. Sorry if I reek, hah, I’m a big boy after all. But I’m guessing that’s what you like about me, huh?”

“W-well… yeah…” Zoober said timidly, face bright red at the public display of exposing his kinks as he fiddled with his fingers.

“Hey, Zoobs, look at me. Ya gotta get better at eye contact. Say it loud and proud, you like that I can crush you with the palm of my hand…”

“I-I… YES! I-I love bigger men… MUCH bigger men. Like you.”

“And big men like me can EAT! So tell you what, you get the check and I’ll show you a good time after the date. Hope your bed can handle me, though.”

After waiting for Zoober’s nods, Chad finally sat down in his chair, specifically ordered by the possum to be for larger folk. The second that ass hit the surface, a loud cracking sound filled the room, followed by a BOOM. An assquake. The chair shattered into a million pieces, leaving Chad sitting on the crushed remains on the floor.

“Yo waiter! Yeah, you, hey, could you get me some more chairs? If those don’t work, I’ll just use you next. Thanks, bro. So, tiny, where were we? Oh, yeah, you’re gonna order me a feast! It takes a lot to fill this bad boy!” Chad patted his bulging stomach that stretched his sweat-soaked shirt to its max.

While waiting for the waiter to return with chairs, he reached for Zoober’s menu, gave a quick glance at it before looking up at another cowering waiter, who he grabbed by the arm to pull over. Zoober watched in awe, both turned on and scared by Chad’s assertion of power. He loved how forceful and manly he was… not to mention the rank scent of a dozen workouts flooding over his senses, burning his nostrils. He may have lost his appetite due to the potent odor, but huffing that musk was like a meal of its own.

“Alright dude, I’ll take 3 of everything on this menu, got that? And I don’t have all night, so y’all better hurry. Thanks, bro.” Chad turned to Zoober, a trail of sticky, heavy drool lobing in his direction from the flaccid tongue and coating the table in front of him. “It’s gonna be awhile before we get my food, so how about we have some fun in the meantime?”

Just then, the first waiter returned, interrupting the massive pitbull by tapping on his shoulder. Slightly annoyed at the rudeness of the waiter, who had with him three chairs for the dog’s ass to share, Chad shoved him over. The waiter lost all his balance and came falling onto the set of chairs with a thud. It all happened in a blur. Chad pulled the chairs towards him, waiter in tow, and slammed his ass down as hard as he could. A couple of screams from the still-captive audience were silenced by another loud crash, followed by a series of crunches and cracks and creaks… Nobody knew what was from the chairs and what was from the poor waiter…

Zoober gasped.

“Oh, babe, don’t worry about him. I just figured if he wanted to bother us so much, he would be more useful as a cushion. Oh, Zoobs, calm down! I have another cushion at home, a wolf who does a great job! He’s fine after all this time, so I’m sure this waiter will be too… well, he might never smell the same, haha…

Anyways, let’s get to our fun while we wait..”

Chad pushed the table over, making Zoober feel totally exposed. The pitbull uncrossed his legs and kicked off his shoes, the humongous overworn sneakers emitting a thick cloud of musk. Years of working out, each and every step contributed to the rank, misty sweaty smell that clogged the possum’s nostrils. Overwhelmed, the poor guy gagged, the odor of an active jock making his brain short circuit until he was musk drunk. He coughed and swayed, not even noticing the massive socked paws stretch their way over until they plopped heavily on his lap.

Grunting in pain as the sheer weight dug those bowling ball sized heels into his legs, Zoober desperately fought against the towering feet, pushing and punching to no avail. The scent only got stronger, the fog building up in his lungs as he looked at the wall of paws that blockaded his vision, the once-white but now grayed and browned underside of two socks with perfect dirty imprints of his sole and pads being all he could see.

“Yeah, that’s the spirit, Zoobs! Massage just like that! If you do good enough, your meal can be whatever you find between my toes when we get home, babe~”

The musk made his vision blur, all the while time seemed to blur, the possum barely noticing the waves of food sent Chad’s way that he messily gobbled up in moments. What would’ve been a buffet lasted him seconds as he awaited for more, crumbs and sauce spreading everywhere. But Zoober’s world was just his feet, that was his purpose. The submissive side of his personality craved this and he excelled at worshiping the paws, hardly caring as his hands were coated with sweat and dirt that leaked over and stained his suit and face-fur. He was marked by the abhorrent, masculine stench, and he loved it.

After an eternity, or maybe just a few minutes, the paws departed, making Zoober feel empty without them. Chad, without asking, took the possum’s wallet that lay on the messy table full of dozens of plates, and gave it to the next available shivering waiter. Once the thousands of dollars were paid, Chad pocketed the card and grabbed the marsupial by the scruff of his neck. He held him up to his drooling maw, letting Zoober admire the depths of the massive mouth in front of him before the pitbull let out a massive belch. Bits of dribble pelted the possum’s face, as a deafening sound and a horrid odor flooded his senses and put him in a daze…

“Y’know what, that was fun! I’m definitely taking you with me… You’re mine, babe~”

Chad thudded off, carrying Zoober like a baby for all to see, with a destroyed waiter stuck to his ass as it jiggled with every step. Two more lives changed forever by the imposing pitbull….

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Gift for Pozole

“How exciting, I get my very own micro! All to myself! We’re gonna have sooooo much fun… w-whether you like it or not!”



Alex was just your average bunny, going to college to study art before he met this now-gigantic raccoon. One moment, the extent of his worries consisted of getting to class on time, and then all it took was bumping into the wrong person before his life literally flashed before his eyes as a shrink ray shot blinding light before him. Then a few seconds of feeling the mass drain out of his body later, and the whole world as he knew it was stolen from him. No longer was he an equal to the rest of society. No longer could he go pursue his dreams of a degree. For now on, he was on the same plane of existence as a bug or an action figure, any semblance of leading a normal life out the window.

And yet, that existential dread of being another missing person’s case, of never seeing his family or friends again, of never getting to see life from a normal equal perspective ever again was at the bottom of his list of priorities. Survival was on the forefront once he was snatched, his entire body smothered and hidden away by a single curling fist, before being tucked away in a tight, muggy pocket. The next time he saw light was hours later when he was forcibly dragged out and dropped onto a carpeted floor, feeling completely exposed… and completely terrified.

Alex’s eyes nearly exploded out of his skull when faced with the first thing he saw as a newly-made micro, his heart sinking to his stomach as he fell onto his back in horror. Looming up and up and up, towering into the clouds like the empire state building, just more imposing than he thought possible. The kaiju was all he could see, like a wall of raccoon, seeming to silently threaten him with the possibility of ending his life with a single finger. And still, the bun had no clue as to why he was shrunken and kidnapped and stolen from his entire life. But what made matters infinitely worse was that the imposing figure, monumental before him, was just a short nerd that he saw shyly hiding himself in the back of class. If not for the insane size difference and threat of instant annihilation, Alex would’ve thought he was absolutely adorable. The thought of his demise being at the hands of a nerdy introvert too insecure to speak up in class was humiliating. His life wasn’t upended by a confident jock or at least somebody strong enough to bench their own weight, but it was by a cute twinky nerd…

And even then, as his mind raced a million miles a minute, he knew that people didn’t just shrink others permanently to end their lives so quickly… no… it was a cruel way to enact torment upon another living being. To subject them to your will in a way where they’d have no way to stop it. Alex shuddered as the seconds passed painfully by, time slowing to a crawl as he awaited the raccoon’s next move. Glancing around, the bun could see dnd figures on shelves miles high… Oh great, his life was now under the control of a total dork.

He looked in sheer fear at the raccoon boy’s wiggling toes, visible in his outworn flip flops, as they pressed against deep indents coated brown with stomped dirt and sweat. That’s when a loud, booming voice shot his attention upwards to the clouds. A voice that would be tiny and effeminate to a normal-sized person was now all Alex could focus on.

“How exciting, I get my very own micro! All to myself! We’re gonna have sooooo much fun… w-whether you like it or not!” The raccoon seemed unconfident in his words but there was nothing the bun could do to stop the giant as a massive clammy hand scooped him up once more, the g-force of being swung around so quickly making Alex dizzy as he ascended dozens of flights in a single moment.

The bun was forced to look at two adorable eyes bearing down over him, each larger than his entire body. The deceptive cuteness almost made Alex lose his focus. He wanted nothing more than to scream for help but he knew nobody would hear his tiny voice due to his experience… on the other side of this interaction. Perhaps this was some kharmatic punishment for all the micros he’s abused over the years, but whatever it was, Alex wanted no part of it, backing away to the edge of the thick handpad.

“Soooo, uh, I’ve never done this before. B-But I’ve always wanted to be able to play with one of you. S-sorry I had to shrink you so suddenly, but I was just so excited to get a micro to play with! I know you’ll like this, cuz I’ll be a nice owner, so don’t worry! Isn’t it nice to not ever have to worry about relationships or bills or homework ever again? Now all you have to worry about is… w-well, heh. This is gonna sound weird, but I know you’ll get used to it…”

There wasn’t a single ounce of remorse in the raccoon’s voice. He didn’t seem to grasp what a major moral crime this was, oblivious to the fact that he never gave the bun a choice and just assumed Alex would be a good little toy! Even when the bun shrunk others in the past, there wasn’t this injustice! There wasn’t much the bun could do this high up but he was determined to make this as difficult as possible so the raccoon could realize Alex didn’t approve of this. Whatever he was going to be forced to do.

“I-I… I have a secret kink I wanted to share with you. A-and it’s perfect that your fur is so fluffy! It’s a great match for the job! Ok ok, sorry, enough stalling… I, uh, I want you to tend to my toes…” The raccoon looked away, blushing, as he used his other hand to nervously scratch behind his head. “Y-you’ll be my little toe toy! I have it all planned out! I got a leash you’ll love, it’s pink! T-that’ll TOTALLY match your white fur! Heh. A-and you’ll basically, like, live in my flops, right, and it’ll be nice and warm. A-and it comes with an all you can eat buffet, heh. Nice and warm toejam between my toes, it’s great! I-I know I’d love it if I were small… w-well, I guess it’s time to get started, heh.”

Alex’s eyes went wide. This was absolutely disgusting and humiliating! No way he would allow this! As a massive finger approached to pluck him up, he squirmed and fought against it, kicking and punching, all in vain except to tire himself out. The fingers wrapped around him, smothering him, and effortlessly tore off his shirt, leaving Alex a panting mess, already gasping for air.

“Heheh, you’re feisty! Y-you must really be eager, huh? I love you already, tiny!”

Without a warning, those fingers returned, absolutely manhandling him… there was nothing Alex could do, it dawned on him. He was damned if he did, the giant thinking his squirms were enthusiastic, and he was damned if he didn’t, the giant having his way anyways. Dread filled him as he was forced to just accept having no control over even his own limbs as he was maneuvered like a doll. When the fingers departed, he was left naked with a sparkling pink collar.

“AWWWW you look so cute! Just makes me wanna get to it faster! Aren’t you excited?”

Without waiting for a response, the raccoon pulled on the string attached to the leash… carrying the bun with it. Before he knew it, Alex was left dangling in freefall, held up only by his collar, left to choke and grasp and kick and squeak out for help with the last of his breath as his face went red. And the raccoon was completely ignorant to his suffering as he was lowered down and tied to the prong of his right flip flop.

“Sooo I was thinking every few days I could switch which flop you live in, I think that would be-... AWWWW your face is red! You must be blushing! I’m so glad we share the same kinks, my tiny friend! Such a cute little bunny! Well, I-I gotta get back to class, it’s quite a long walk for us off-campus folk… So you’ll get plenty of sweat to drink! See ya later, toe toy, heheh.”

Alex was already defeated. The psychological damage of all his efforts being ignored and the overwhelming fact that nothing he could do could save him had already killed his fight. He was already exhausted, ready to just submit to make it easier for himself… maybe he’ll get a reward for being a good pet. Was Alex already thinking of himself as a pet?? He guessed he’d get used to it sooner rather than later…

Laying down on the dirty imprint of a toe, sunken in from the massive weight that must slam down with every step, Alex could already feel his pure white fur get dirtied and stained. He grimaced but there was nothing he could do. His pelt started to get heavy with the sweat that was leaking through the flop just from his weight bearing on it, accumulated and absorbed sweat making his acquaintance. And the scent was overwhelming. What would be a light tease to the giant raccoon’s nostrils was a torrent of humid, heavy musk searing Alex’s tiny nose and filling his lungs with a burning stench. He coughed and gagged but didn’t try to escape. He knew his place as he watched a massive toe block the light above, casting him in a musky shadow before barreling towards him.

Tensing his body was all he could do to prepare but it wasn’t nearly enough. The hefty weight squeezed him so tight, he felt as if his body would burst into a red blob. Yet that mercy never came, only succeeding in burying him into the nasty grime of the flop he would soon call home. Step after step pelted him like house-sized hail, the pain slowly numbing as he got used to the overarching pressure. Within minutes, his fur changed colors completely, becoming soaked to the bone with hot, sticky sweat as dirt and grime the raccoon picked up was stomped into oblivion and smeared onto the bunny’s fur… And the raccoon was none the wiser.

As the musk burned into his brain, putting him in a daze, Alex succumbed to the patterns of the stomps, letting himself get used to it. He stuck out his tongue. He lapped whenever the toe crushed him, in both body and spirit, letting his tongue soak up the nasty, dirty taste of musk and earthy, linty grime. This was his life now… no point in denying it… he was just a pet after all…