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Everyone started to mill about, getting used to the new order of things. Sam, having been smaller an hour ago, stood eye to eye with almost everyone else in the room and he was obviously fishing about, checking everyone else out, including the staff. He gave a wave over to Wilson, the bull still being a wallflower, standing exactly where he'd been lined up against the half-inch mark. Excusing himself for a moment, he wandered back to Wilson, and put a big hand on his shoulder, like a protective big brother. "How you doing? Orange suits you," he said with a smile, looking down at his briefs.

"Sam," the bull squeaked, blushing and in a constant state of anxiousness. His eyes were wide. "How long are we here for?"

The cat looked down at the bull and gave another of his famous grins. "Two fabulous weeks." He squeezed that firm shoulder. "By the end of it, you're really going to be feeling different."

"I feel plenty different now, and I don't like it," he hissed back, but Sam only laughed.

The cat only began to escort the bull into the group. "Let's be nice and meet everyone, okay?" he said. "No playing shy. Hey everyone," he said, more loudly, to the group, "this is Wilson. Say hi to Wilson, okay?" he said, smiling at everyone. The crowd smiled back and everyone began to laugh, which mortified the bull completely.

The asshole horse from before stepped forward and got into a crouching position, as if talking to a calf. He smiled and tossed his mane again before matching Sam's grin and addressing Wilson. "Hey sport, I think being small really suits you." He gently caressed Wilson's arm in a fashion that would almost have been comforting, if he couldn't see his package. "Garry's the name. You wanna go for a horsie ride later?" He peeled down the front of his briefs, to give Wilson a look at his seemingly colossal dick.

"Holy shit, Garry, put it away," Sam smirked, and the crowd laughed again, but this time Randy came to his rescue. "Okay everyone, let's go and check out the great outdoors, okay?" Randy's authoritative height and voice got everyone in line, and soon enough they were being ushered out of the reception area, and into a large open room with tables and chairs and... and a view of the outside. "This is the dining and meeting hall. We'll have food prepared here for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and there will always be snacks available. You'll find that being small is hungry work, so eat when you feel like it," he said. "Now, we're going to go outside in a moment. It's a little overwhelming at first, but you'll get used to it after a while. We're also going to have a look at the beach, and we'll explain some basic safety precautions. Pebble Beach is perfectly safe as long as you follow all our instructions and don't go adventuring on your own."

With that, he ushered the crowd through what seemed to a be a thick glass - or something resembling glass, at least - door, and outside.

Here, Wilson felt instantly afraid, and everyone, even Sam, was silent. There was a mesh covering the area, and while it stretched off into what he could only assume to be a few feet. A shadow loomed off to the right of the building, and he eventually realised that it was Carl's booted foot - much, much larger than when he'd last seen him, minutes ago. Here for the show, of course - he assumed. Looking up at him now was like looking at the moon. His face was somewhere up there, feeling distant to him. Turning again to the boot, he had no doubt that Carl could crush the whole enclosure with little effort. He swallowed heavily.

The enclosure gave way to a rough, gravelly path, with exotic, broad-leaved plants lining it. "The sandy path will take you off into the grass, and from there, it's a short walk to the beach. In reality, this whole journey is only a couple of feet, but for you guys, it's a bit of a walk."

As the crowd began to pick their way down the path, Wilson couldn't help but glance from side to side, and he was certain he saw... others. Randy smiled. "We're not alone here. There are a few rather innocuous insects you'll meet later on, and we have some handlers here who's job is to keep you safe at all times, and to help run the excursions. You'll meet them later. For now though, let's carry on."

The small broadleafs began to give way to grass, and it was here that the bull began to feel the world looking down on him. Grass, simple blades of grass, towered over him. From his scale, he could see fine hairs on the veiny, striated blades, and the 'forest' had a pleasant scent. He began to relax a bit, despite himself.

"You're much more exposed and susceptible to airborne phytochemicals in this small state. You'll get used to it, but scents have a much more potent effect on you. Sam's already been here before, but I'm sure he still finds it relaxing and refreshing." The cat nodded, smiling. Wilson felt positively dopey, but nice, like all the stress was draining out of him. Had he been so tense? So worried? He gave a soft moo. Randy chuckled, and picked up the bull, shouldering him for the moment. "Don't go napping yet, Wilson - you can take a break when we get to the beach."

Randy didn't seem to mind the bull's weight at all, as if it was nothing, and Wilson took the opportunity to snuggle. Snuggle? He snuffled his nose against Randy's neck, and the horse just smiled. "You're pretty cuddly now, aren't you? Handsome little guy," he said, scratching his ear. Randy, like the others, seemed amused at his height.

The grass, shaded and cool, eventually gave way to an open expanse of rounded rocks, and Wilson was deposited back onto the ground. He blinked, still feeling dopey, but now the scent was of cool mud and water. He looked off beyond the rocks, to the sun-shimmering expanse. "Pebble Beach," said Randy. "Now, let's all take a careful step towards the water. It's rocky, but you're not going to worry much about falls and twisted ankles. You guys weigh next to nothing now. If Carl up there," he threw a thumb backwards to the still staring monolith behind them, "were to pick you up and drop you, you'd piss yourself, sure, but you'd bounce. What you do have to consider, though, is water safety, and I want everyone to listen up carefully."

Sam, who had already had the speech and had elected to catch some sun, began to strip himself naked. A ways back from the 'shore' lay a number of pieces of fabric and a few drink umbrellas, and the cat had staked himself out under a pink parasol - the type you'd find in a fancy drink. He waved at the group, and lay down.

"A few things to note - number one, there's life in the water." Indeed, as they all clambered towards the shore, they saw tiny organisms dancing about. "Insect larvae, and even smaller, protozoans. None of them will harm you at your current size, but you need to be aware of them if you go in the water, which you can only do by request, as you're about to see." And with that, he stepped out to the water, and stepped into it. He seemed to have some kind of difficulty, though, and when he came out, water clung to his leg like beads of glass. "Water's got tension you have to account for when you're small. This is pretty heavy," he said, walking to the group. "Smaller you get, the harder it is to get into it - or get out, let alone walk around with it." And with that, he wandered over to one of the pieces of fabric, which he picked up. The group muttered as they watched it swell in contact with the water. "Absorbent paper towels, cut into strips for us. A life saver, if you need it. If you're near the water, always remember where you see them."

He looked to the group. "Well, for now, go and wander. You can't get into much trouble here, but if you want into the water, you have to let one of us know. Otherwise - go and look around. Hang out, relax, take it easy, mingle... and welcome again to Pebble Beach."

And with that, everyone began to slowly disperse, except for Wilson, who Randy kept a large hand on. "So. How you feeling?"

Wilson blinked. He felt... relaxed. Really nice. "This is... it's so strange. I, uh..." He still felt a bit dopey - at a total loss for words. Randy smiled and sat down, and then wrapped an arm about the bull, gently pulling him closer.

"You can hang out here with me if you like. Probably make Carl a bit jealous." Indeed, the bull looked up into the sky, and he could tell that the tiger-god was watching them, ominous as a coming storm.

"Is this a problem?" Wilson squeaked, but Randy just nuzzled him back.

"God you're adorable like this. No, it's not. Carl's a good boy. Maybe later you can say hi to him." The horse snickered a little at this, his ruddy hide catching a glint of sun.

"Outside?" The bull gulped, and Randy laughed again.

"Yes outside. The enclosure is safe, but... we're not entirely about being safe, are we? Ever wanted to see a tiger dick that you could stand on?" He leaned a little closer, and began to rub into Wilson's chest and belly slowly. "Huff that musk - if you think the grass is doing things to you, wait till you get him in your nose. You'll be hard in an instant." The bull was blushing now, just thinking of it, while Randy continued to tease. "Or maybe you're an ass man. See if I can get Carl to lift his tail and-"

"Holy shit, Randy!" Wilson's voice cracked, and he was shaking - and hard. His briefs strained as his miniaturized maleness began to waken.

The horse snorted. "If you like," he said with a wink. "Now I'm just gonna lie back here for a bit and relax. You wanna cuddle with me? Or you can run around with the others, if you like." He tucked a finger into Wilson's briefs and pulled them back, and the bull just gulped. "You like doing what I say, don't you?"

The bull hesitated, his heart pounding at the conversation. He looked around - Sam appeared to be snoozing gently in the shade. The temperature was warm, moderated by the enclosure, with only the barest hint of air circulation providing a breeze. He wondered what a real breeze would seem like to him now. Turning to the rest of the group, he saw many of them milling about, caught up in the simple joy of exploring their new surroundings, their new statures in comparison to each other, and their newly uninhibited libidos. Already he could see Garry in the distance, showing off his cock to the wolf that Sam had made pals with only an hour before, his golden mane picking up the sun and making him stand out a bit. Would Sam be unhappy? Or was this expected? He continued to stare as the wolf reached down and gripped that maleness, and he wondered how that must feel. The horse towered over the wolf earlier, and now... He saw his muzzle break into a panting smile.

Randy leaned in a bit closer. He didn't say anything, only drawing the bull's attention back with a gentle but insistent tug at his briefs. Wilson blinked back into his own situation, and he responded with a softly lowing groan of need.

The horse smiled. "Sam said you were a lonely guy. How long since you've been with someone that could look after you like you want? Like you need?" He began to nuzzle into Wilson's neck, and gently began to kiss him.

Lowering him down, Randy nuzzled his body, inhaling his musky scent, until he tickled the front of those tight briefs, now starting to get a little damp as the bull's cock began to throb, foreskin starting to roll back. He only kept nuzzling, though, rubbing his broad, flat nose against the fabric and the straining, turgid flesh underneath.

"You know I'm gonna shrink you again, right? I'm gonna make you smaller? Maybe you just come up to my thigh, or my knee? Or maybe I make you the size of a doll to me." He kept nuzzling, and between the conversation and the insistent rubbing, the bull's cock was aching. A thick finger reached into the front of the fabric to finally release its prisoner into the cooler air, to the direct ministrations and gaze of the massive horse. Wilson gave another soft moo. "You want that, don't you? You need it?"

At this, he sat back up, and repositioned himself over Wilson, just looking down at him, and gently prodding and stroking his little dick, dragging one finger up and down. At this scale, the bull could feel every callus and imperfection, gently sliding up and down. Pre began to drip easily, making the interaction more and more effortless as Randy's fingertip started to glisten with it.

Was it the air? Was it the fact that Randy was big and subconsciously authoritative? Did... did they do something, when he got shrunk? He shivered at each touch, there was nothing, nothing at all like it. His every expectation was on its head - he was the small one now, the little guy, and the dynamic was driving him insane.

"If you want me to stop, just say so. It's not really part of my job, but we're allowed to fraternize with you, as long as you're okay with it. Just... you know..." He kept dragging that finger up and down. "Just say something if you want me to stop." Raising his eyebrows as if he'd suddenly forgotten something, he added quickly: "You can touch mine, if you'd like." And with that, he flipped open the front of his pants.

At first there was a strong, musky scent - sweat and sex and horse dick. Randy hesitated for a moment, checking, making sure that this was okay, and snapped the band on his pants back as Wilson only stared, his breathing getting more rapid. "Heh. Well it's there if you want. We can go slow. After all, you're here for two weeks. Plenty of time for you to get to know me." And with that, the horse pivoted to sit beside the bull, leaning back a bit with one hand on the ground, the other lifted to his mouth, to taste the bull's pre.

Wilson, somewhat stunned by all this, just lay there, looking up at Randy, watching his form as he kept a relaxed gaze on the rest of the group. Slowly, the bull reached out with one hand, touching his, gently stroking it.

Randy didn't look down, but he did smile.