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Regan woke up slowly, blearily looking about in confusion as he tried to make sense of his situation. The gray lynx brought a hand to his head and groaned, falling onto his back and clutching at his head as he felt a monster headache coming on. The pain hit like a truck and all the Lynx could think was 'Oh god... I want to die' The lynx curled up in a ball and shut his eyes tight as he waited out the migrane, tail lashing about in pain as his skull throbbed. Regan tried to remember last night, but he pulled an immediate blank and his headache only got worse when he tried to recall the last night. Regan groaned and lay there in agony, waiting for the hangover to wear off.

It was roughly thirty minutes before the throbbing in his skull became tolerable. The lynx slowly uncurled and opened his eyes, careful to not look at the light for fear of worsening his headache. He took the time to properly survey his surroundings once more, this time with a considerably clearer mind and clear vision. It was then that Regan realized something was off. Everything seemed...massive. Comically large in comparison to his own apparent size. "What the fuck? What happened last night?" Regan closed his eyes, rubbing them hard before opening them again. Nothing. Nothing changed. He pinched himself to see if he was dreaming. Nothing changed. "What the fuck? What's going on?" Regan surveyed his surroundings again, being more attentive this time around. He looked up and saw a mesh above him. He looked below him and saw the familiar woodgrain of finished wood. That and the reflection of the mesh lid above him. It was then that Regan realized he was in a glass tank. An exceptionally clean one, he noted. The walls didn't seem to be there. He was too scared to actually walk to the edge and test that, however. Regan walked to the side of the tank fearfully, gathering up the courage to reach out and confirm that the wall was indeed there. He looked around the room and slowly began to recognize everything. He leaned on the glass, stomach lurching as he looked down to see a drop that certainly meant death in his current state. That or at least some severe injury he probably didn't want to experience. Who knows? The Lynx drew one of his claws, dragging it along the glass to scratch it, as if confirming it was really there like he hadn't confirmed its existence. Regan took the time to look around the room, and that's when it clicked... he was in Mike's room! It all made sense now! The messy bed, the red converses. It was all so familiar! The lynx was left confused til a rush of memories ran through his mind.

Regan was in the library, checking out some interesting fiction books when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He set his books aside and walked out of the building as to not disturb the peace, answering as he did so. Suddenly his friend's voice blared into his ear. "Yo, Regan! You should come over tonight! It's been a while since we hung out! I haven't seen you in so long I don't remember your face anymore!"

"Yeah! That sounds great! Though you don't have to yell Mike" Replied the Lynx, a smile beginning to grace his face. Mike had always been energetic and generally exciting.

"Alright. Head on over tonight. I'm not doing much."

Mike hung up without giving him time to say anything. Regan found himself scoffing and rolling his eyes. "Ever in a rush, eh Mike? Ah well. Suppose it won't hurt to visit that goof." With that Regan finished his errands for the day and headed out for Mike's house.

No matter what he did Regan couldn't remember what happened since then, his memory was all fuzzy, and he could barely remember parts and pieces of the night.

Regan was grinning, playing games with Mike on the couch. Some split screen shooter. He looked over to Mike, the teal monkey wearing just shorts. "Goddammit. I can never beat you in these games." Mike laughed and grinned, then everything began to get blurry and colours melted into eachother. The next scene was of the two in the Kitchen, mike preparing some food for him. "You're gonna love this" said the teal monkey. Regan just rubbed his stomach. He was hungry as hell, and whatever Mike was cooking smelled delicious! The colours blurred and again, nothing. Then Regan.. the ground? He could hear himself slurring something about not feeling good, then nothing at all.

Try as he might Regan couldn't remember anything after that. He looked around for any answers, and didn't get any. Sighing, the Lynx dropped back against the glass and closed his eyes, thinking his situation over repeatedly until he fell into a light slumber.

Regan woke up when he heard the front door open and slam shut. He blinked and looked up when he saw the Sea green monkey himself. Mike walked towards the cage with a grin, his fur matted down, seemingly wet. Regan got up and rushed to the side of the cage, slamming his fist against it and yelling out. "Mike! Mike! What the fuck's going on?" The monkey only seemed to smirk as he reached the glass tank. He fiddled with the lock on the top before a solid, resounding click came out of it and he removed it, placing it aside. He reached into the tank, intent on grabbing the only thing in there: Regan. "Hey pal. You seem a bit stressed. C'mere. I'll help you relax."

Regan did his best to dodge Mike for a few seconds, confused and scared. Something told him that he didn't want to be grabbed by the Monkey. "W-wait! What's going on Mike? Ack!~" The cat squirmed and flailed as he was grabbed by Mike, his stomach seeming to lift into his chest as Mike lifted him with speed that felt unknown to such a small body. He nearly threw up right there as Mike carried him to his bed, plopping him down on it gently as he striped out of his light clothes, simply wearing a tight pair of white briefs. The fabric was so thin you could practically see through them. Mike jumped onto his bed, sending Regan into the air and tumbling back down on a pillow. "Whoah! Mike, why am I tiny? What the hell!?" Mike sat up against the headset of the bed, scooping up Regan in one hand as he brought his feet together, dropping the micro in between them, ignoring his protests. "Enough babble out of you~ You're gonna be my pet for the next bit, so I suggest you get licking~ I know you've always had a thing for feet"

Regan squirmed as the Monkey's feet encircled him. It was warm and musky. He could barely make out the Monkey's voice as he was pressed into those soft soles, but he was sure he knew what Mike was going on about, and the monkey was right too. He wanted to protest but with those soft soles pressing into him from all sides and the thick musk it was hard to not get aroused, his rather average cock slowly coming out of it's sheath and poking into Mike's paws, much to the Monkey's amusement. "I feel something wet, but that's definitely not your tongue~" Mike wriggled his toes teasingly, smothering the feline in-between his feet while giggling.

Regan blushed and let his inhibitions go, letting his slightly rough cat tongue out to lick at Mike's feet. He could almost see the grin Mike was wearing as he finally gave in. He knew Mike would tease him forever about it now, but he stopped caring after a bit. Though the blush that adorned his cheeks remained. Regan licked and slurped over every last inch of Mike's foot, loving the musky, sweaty taste that lingered on his tongue. He felt he couldn't get enough as he licked up the caked on sweat and bit of dirt on Mike's feet. Regan didn't mind however. He loved every moment of it. His cock throbbed and pulsed, constantly drooling salty pre on Mike's feet that he would lick up rapidly. The feline had just finished coating both feet with saliva when Mike finally let up on the pressure, allowing Regan to see the light and the massive monkey grinning down at him, pants unzipped and cock throbbing.

Mike gently scooped up Regan, pressing him tightly against his cock and grinning. "The hell are you doing?" Regan got his answer when Mike began to rub his cock with him still in hand. Regan squirmed in Mike's hand as he was rubbed against that massive, throbbing, warm meat. Mike grinned and laid back, closing his eyes and letting his tongue loll as he slowly jerked off with the micro in hand. He sometimes squeezed him tight and let out a moan and grunt, but avoided injuring Regan too much. A bead of pre formed at the tip of Mike's cock, slowly trailing down the side and soaking the entirity of Regan's head Much to the cat's dismay. This only continued, more pre cascading down Mike's cock til it was slick and Regan was soaked head to toe in the monkey's sticky goo. Mike pumped at his cock, eliticng mewls from Regan and groans from himself. Mike moaned and curled his toes, beginning to hump into his hand while Regan was left holding on for dear life, adding to the pleasure wracking Mike's nerves. "Hnfh.... ahh~.... fuck.. *pant* better... ngh... hold on cat" Mike gave one last thrust into his hand as his cock erupted, throbbing hard as it sprayed massive arcs of cum through the air, leaving white streeks lining his bead and his feet. What he seemed to lack in endurance at the time he more than made up for it in volume. His feet and bed absolutely soaked in his monkey spooge by the time his orgasm had even begun to show signs of ending. Regan held on tight, gritting his teeth and trying to not slip free. Mike panted as his orgasmic high wore down, leaving the monkey slowly panting. Regan opened his eyes, soaked in Mike's cum. He felt the familiar feeling of his cock sliding back into his sheath and looked down. Seems that while Mike had cum, he had orgasmed in tandem. Once both he and Mike recovered Regan piped up. "When are you gonna change me back!?"

Mike simply grabbed Regan and plopped the feline back down between his paws, which were covered in his cum. He closed them around Regan, surrounding the lynx in a cum soaked, musky enclosure. "Get licking and maybe you'll find out~"