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"ENJOY!~"

That Was the very last thing Roel heard from the outside world moments before the only light source

allowing him to see the body-like landscape of his new world vanished. The puny Canine's mind was

overanalyzing the peril of his current situation. The photographer was so over-concerned with how

dangerous it was to find yourself ultra-tiny and on the body of someone else that Roel forgot for a

fraction of a moment that he was sprawled on the vast surface of that famous Siamese Cat nut!

Slowly Roel was getting used to the new surroundings, his eyes getting used to the little light that

managed to make through the thick; well thick to someone as small as the Doggy, as Isaac wore a

light, silk black speedo. As soon as the tiny paparazzi stood up, he found himself admiring the very

base of that Feline's flaccid dickhead foreskin, at least the part of it that fits in the flame of his

pathetical perspective.

At that moment, the puny Doggy inhaled deeply, only to find out it was a big mistake. The heavily

scented air carrying a potent and pure masculine aroma invaded his nostrils and made its way into his

lungs, but unlike anything else, he had yet experienced during his "adventure" through that model's

body. The scent coming out of the very entrance to Isaac's foreskin had a tiny little touch of the

Siamese Cat's urine. Probably some imperceptible leftovers that remained around the wrinkled folds

of that enormous foreskin. But, to someone as tiny and puny as Roel was now, the scent was

magnified to levels impossible to ignore!

Roel would even fall on his butt once again, not because of Isaac's body movements or anything like

that. He was simply amazed by the simple yet sheer demonstration of male power. The whole thing

was even more impressive if considered how much of a twink, almost girly body type that model had.

But to Roel right now, none of that mattered as he was constantly reminded how much of a male Isaac

really was by the impressive view resting right in front of him.

Finally, Roel started to put himself together. Slowly standing up one more time and slowly recalling

the titanic Cat's last words.

"I have only till lunchtime to get the job done...."

The nano paparazzi spoke to himself, bringing his smart band up to check the time. He had little less

than one hour to get the job done and then request Isaac to get the hell out of the confines of his

speedo! Looking around once again, Roel's little heart started to fast beating. The vastness of a single

ball surface, as he seemed to be standing on top of the Siamese Cat's right nut, was so impressive

large to the point the tiny Doggy could barely see the equally massive cleft that was nothing more

than the "small" division of skin separating the model's both testicles.

"Shit! There is no way I can make it! It would take hours just to walk across one of his balls!"

"It'll be better if I...."

At that precise moment, Roel put his hand into the pocket of his cargo shorts only to feel a cold shiver

running down his spine right to the tip of his tail. The pocket was empty! No signs of his phone

whatsoever.

Immediately, the sentence spoken by the Feline's booming voice repeated in his head. "... JUST BE

AWARE I WON'T CHANGE MY ROUTINE JUST BECAUSE OF YOUR PRESENCE AND... I'LL

VERY LIKELY FORGET ABOUT YOUR EXISTENCE DOWN THERE, SO... KEEP YOUR PHONE

CLOSE AND AT HAND AS IF YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!"

The puny Dog had a little moment of panic! Without even noticing he was doing so, Roel started to

yell at Isaac. Yelling as loud as he could, even if he knew very well it was only a waste of time and

breath. But, even if the all-popular model couldn't even hear the small Canine, less yet reply to his

cries. That impressive and massive landscape-like body seemed to have listened to Roel and decided

to answer.

A rumbling, loud sound was all the tiny Doggy listened to before the very ground underneath his

paws started to jiggle and move! Roel was forced to stay on the ground, face-first against that hot,

humid, and scented surface of a Cat's ball, all the while Isaac was simply readjusting his lying position

on the hammock. Unfortunately, the Siamese Cat decided to cross his legs while simply and casually

checking notifications on his phone. The godly Feline was completely unaware of the consequences

of that one action over the tiny photographer left to endure his body.

Even if Roel managed to hold the position on the spot on top of the ballsack of that enormous Cat, he

was left to stare in total awe as a single sweat droplet running through the side of that flaccid yet

enormous dick, of that Feline, approached his location. The closer that sweat droplet, the bigger it

looked like. Eventually, Roel was merciless and effortless, carried by that sweat droplet towards the

cliff dividing Isaaac's ballsack.

Falling off the surface of the right testicle, Roel was lucky to grab hold on some of the pubes before

ultimately reaching the bottom of that Cat's speedo. The anthro Canine was halfway down. Stuck

between the warm confines of two impressive mountains that were nothing more than the testicles of

another male. Glancing quickly on the screen of his smart band, he noticed he had only about fortyfive minutes to climb back up to the surface of Isaac's balls before the titanic model sands up to go

have lunch! Looking up above, Roel knew the climbing wasn't going to be easy, especially if a second

sweat droplet decides to make its way down through the same location the first one just did. Not to

mention the paparazzi still had no idea as to where his phone went.

On top of all that, the Doggy couldn't even give himself the luxury to stop and have rest as he was

under the heavy effects of Isaac's natural male musk. Any extra minute breathing that Feline in Roel

was risking having his brain chemistry altered, making him believe that Isaac was an actual god and

his owner.

After cleaning some of the sweat leftovers out of his face, the Canine calmy inhaled before saying to

himself.

"Ok, Roel, think! Just think!..."

After some seconds, the paparazzi's eyes widened with realization!

"The smart band!!!"

The smart band resting on the Canine's wrist was connected to his phone all this time. Roel could

easily use the smart device to track the other one. And so he did, only to be left disappointed.

According to the band, the smartphone's location was hundreds of meters upwards, north. The phone

was very likely somewhere around the Siamese Cat's foreskin, if not around the base of the phallus,

lost around a dense forest made entirely of pubic fur around Isaac's crotch.

In any case, that didn't change the fact Roel will have to make that climb if he ever wanted to have a

real chance of making it out of that situation. Not to mention he'll have to rely upon his phone's

camera to finish the job, as his professional camera was nowhere to be found and lost around the

genitals of a massive anthropomorphic domestic cat.

Step by step, little by little, Roel was approaching the top of that musky, warm mountain once again.

Isaac phallus was huge; even if flaccid, that weapon of massive destruction had its enormous head

rested over the edge of the ballsack the puny Doggy was climbing. By the time Roel reached the

foreskin frenulum, he only had fifteen minutes to find the phone. After that, his whole world would be

thrown into motion. But despite knowing all that, He decided to have a break.

The Canine's resting spot was so up close to that massive foreskin frenulum that Roel was not only

forced to inhale the heavily concentrated masculine aroma. But he was also able to see in with some

level of details precum leftovers stuck to the wrinkled folds of that frenulum looming just overhead.

That is one of the many issues of being so tiny on someone's else body, no matter how fancy or clean

they are. You would be no match even to the smallest leftovers of dust on their body. In this case,

some of the said precum leftovers were larger than the hotel itself by scale comparison from Roel's

perspective.

After the break, a cheerful smile formed on the Canine's face upon looking at the smart band screen

once again. According to the band, the smartphone was pretty close. Only a few dozen meters up

above now. If Roel didn't know better, he could tell that the phone was actually stuck somewhere

around the very foreskin frenulum that now loomed overhead.

To confirm his theory, Role sent a signal from his smart band to the phone, hoping to hear the familiar

bzzzzz from the phone. The anthro Canine touched on the screen of the band, hoping to hear

anything familiar. But instead, Roel didn't listen to anything besides the natural inner body

sounds of the very gargantuan Feline he was currently lost on. The paparazzi decide to give it a

second try, again, besides the loud, casual sloshing sound of huge amounts of cum casually

bouncing around in the confines of the very testicle he was currently clung to for dear life, he

didn't hear a thing about the notification ringtone at all.

Almost giving up and preparing to resume the climbing, Roel decided to give a third and last try.

This time, finally, the puny Canine was able to hear the so expected right tone coming from his

phone.

"YES!! THANKS, GOSH!"

The paparazzi spoke in relief, knowing that the device was near enough to be heard now.

Unfortunately, not so long after that hearing the right tone of his own smartphone. The whole

world was vibrated with the booming, ultra-loud right one of a much bigger phone. Isaac's phone.

"YES!... ALRIGHT, I'LL TAKE THE ELEVATOR AND MEET YOU THERE."

That was Isaac speaking, probably answering somebody on his own smartphone. Roel's first

reaction was to look at the band, checking the time.

"What! No! He is five minutes earlier...ah!!!"

THUMMMPPP!

Five minutes earlier or not, time was up, and the Siamese Cat was uncrossing his legs, about to

stand up. Unfortunately, Roel was caught off guard, and all of his climbing progress was erased

in a few short seconds as he lost hold of the pubes and found himself free falling between the

valley formed by both testicles once again.

This time around, the falling was even worse as Isaac was standing up to his full height, making

it impossible for Roel to get hold of any strand of fur again. The tiny paparazzi hit the humid

bottom of the black speedo like a missile. Fortunately, he is tiny, nano-sized and Isaac wore a

fancy silk speedo. The combination of such factors made physics play by his side.

Roel was unharmed, but he was in trouble. Staring upwards, he couldn't even see the tip of that

monstrous-sized dick head at all. God only knows how many hundreds of meters down below he

must be now. On each side of his location, there were endless walls made of pure fresh, warm,

and humid fresh. The puny Canine knew he was staring at the very base of the pair of sierras

that made up ballsack of that Cat!

"Shit! This is not good! Not good at all!"

Right up front to Roel was the entrance to the darkness, endless cave. That cave could only be

the imperceptible passage that existed underneath the sack of that godly Feline, formed by

Isaac's ballsack crevice. If walking in that direction, Roel would eventually find himself

underneath the Siamese Cat's taint. That if he doesn't end up lost or, worse, pinned underneath

countless tons of heavy balls.

"No matter what happens, I can't go in there...."

But the decision was made for him. Upon standing, Isaac remained still for a very short period

while checking the last few messages on his phone before resting the device on the corner table

by the side of the hammock mounted on the balcony of his fancy suit and then began to walk.

The first movement of Isaac's right leg propelled itself forward served not only to generate the

biggest seismic events Roel had seen so far. But also to provide the tiny paparazzi with a sample

of what could have happened to him if he were to be standing by the base of those heavy pair of

balls in front of them. Isaac's right nut was propelled forward along the right muscle thigh of that

Cat. Anything as tiny as Roel was now that happened to be standing in front of the base of that

mountain would have found itself ground to dust underneath its massive weight.

The second step forward came, and this time, Roel was sent against his will to the even musky,

warm, and dark depths of that crevice between both orbs of the Domestic Cat. Meanwhile,

outside in the world dominated by divine beings such as Isaac himself, the popular model had

already completely forgotten about the presence of the puny paparazzi who was now fighting for

survival among his most private body parts. If the paparazzi fail to recover his phone, he might as

well start to get very used to living on the body of that Cat.

To Isaac, the walk from his room to the hotel's restaurant was quite uneventful and simple.

Meanwhile, to the Roel, it was the opposite. Each step the titanic Feline made generated a

powerful tremor that traveled through his thick thighs upwards till inevitably hit the poor Doggy.

On top of that, there was the fact Roel was inside the bulge of an anthro who was now walking,

Isaac's package and its content naturally bouncing against his thighs. But all of that was the least

of Roel's concerns. The puny Canine had two priorities on his mind. First, he couldn't allow

himself to slip underneath any of the gigantic spheres moving on each side of him. That is if Roel

wants to keep his nanobody in one piece. Second, he needed to get out of his current location

before Isaac's got a seat in the hotel's restaurant. If not, anything stuck underneath that pair of

male testicles would be left pinned; who knows for how long.

But odds were against the small photographer. Trying to move in such harsh conditions was very

impossible. Roel could barely dare to stand on his two feet. However, the nano Doggy persisted,

and eventually, he managed to get himself up. Now he only needed to calculate his timing with

the casual movements of Isaac's thighs. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The only

way he would be able to ensure he would head towards the direction he wanted to go, instead of

ending up underneath one of the said orbs.

THUMP!!!

"Shit!! ok one,, two,,,"

THUMP!!!

"Ok! Two seconds between each step!"

However, just as the puny anthropomorphic Canine was preparing to split forward. The next

thump, followed by the overpowering rumble and tremor, didn't happen. It never came at all. Roel

was left startled for a few seconds before realizing Isaac had stopped walking.

"No! No! No! Please don't tell me we are already at the restaurant!"

The panicking paparazzi spoke to himself. Unfortunately, the next thing he would listen to would

only confirm his fears as he heard a third muffled, yet booming, voice coming from outside

saying.

"ISAAC, PLEASE TAKE A SEAT."

"Shiiiit!"

It was gonna be now or never. The puny Canine broke into running. Roel didn't even know where

he was heading. He just wanted to see himself outside of that large, humid, and warm crevice as

fast as possible! And if he had to wait an extra second, he wouldn't have made it. The nano

Doggy jumped out of the crevice in time to feel his pathetical body being propelled forward a few

extra centimeters by displacing musky air escaping from the same fissure he just escaped from.

With an almost deafening explosion, the pair of heavy testicles belonging to that famous model

rested their waited on the surface of the chair, making that same fissure disappear as if it had

never been there at all. The tiny space between both orbs Roel was using for shelter was

completely gone now.

Roel seemed to be out of danger, for now. The living landscape of fresh and muscles

surrounding him was still and unmoving to the point one could mistake it all for large canyons if it

weren't for the heat and the humidity dominating the environment. However, acting as if a little

reminder, Isaac adjusted himself a little bit on the chair before finally feeling comfortable enough

to pay attention to the conversation and to his lunch. Of course, from the nano Dog perspective,

that simple action translated into an earthquake of large proportions, the last one before the

muscles forming the very walls around Roel finally relaxed.

The photographer didn't know exactly where he was. The only thing Roel knew for sure was that

he couldn't go back from where the same way he came from. As the very passage and the entire

space was occupied by countless tons of heavy ballsack. The puny Doggy even allowed himself

to take the risk to approach the very based of said balls to try and lift at least one of them up. The

scene was more than pathetical. Roel didn't manage to lift even a single fold on the wrinkled skin

of Isaac's orbs at all. Utterly humiliating.

"Ok, Roel, just keep calm and put your shit together. you're still alive, so that is a good thing."

Taking a deep breath only served to confirm to the anthro Dog that he was still around the crotch

of that godly Cat. In fact, it didn't take long for Roel to realize that he was underneath Isaac's

slightly sweaty taint. The small space separates the ballsack from the entrance to the tail hole.

Needless to say that from the photographer's perspective, that space wasn't small at all. But now

that Roel was allowed to think straight, the first thing that came to his mind was...

"THE PHONE!!!"

The poor Canine looked upwards as if he could even see Isaac's phallus. Instead, he was

greeted by warm, humid skin that formed the Feline's taint and nothing more. Roel immediately

checked within his smart band on his left wrist if the phone was still connected, only to read the

following message: Phone offline.

"SHIIIT!"

The tiny paparazzi was panicking once again. That could very well mean that the phone didn't

endure the casual walk from the bedroom to the restaurant. The only device capable of allowing

Roel to communicate with that god-like model Cat could very be nothing more than fine dust

stuck around the sticky folds of Isaac's foreskin frenulum among precum leftovers.

Desperately, Roel kept trying to establish the connection between his smart band and the

smartphone until finally, and smile of relief appeared on the Canine's snout. Apparently, the

device was just fine, as shown by the info on the tiny band's screen. The rough trip from the

bedroom to the hotel's ground floor made both devices lose connection momentarily.

But that didn't mean the nano Canine could sit down and breathe, relieved. To be fair, that was

only the beginning of Roel's journey. Not only he was considerably far away from the Feline's nut

than before, as he didn't have any idea as to how long the titanic Siamese Cat will remain still in

that sitting position.

"Shit! What now?!"

Roel needed to figure out something, and he needed to do it fast. He couldn't simply come back

through the same way he came from, useless he had super strength to be able to lift that set of

heavy orbs. Looking down north was the path to Isaac's buttchecks that would inevitably take

Roel to the anthropomorphic Feline's tail hole. Not a good place to go, especially if you are

almost nano. Even the smallest of the smallest contractions out of the anus sphincter's folds

could crush someone as tiny as Roel was now without the owner of said anus even noticing a

thing.

The puny paparazzi was left with no choice other than climb up again, but this time he would

have to do from the backside of the Cat's sack and pray to the lord that upon getting back to the

top, he would manage to find a way of accessing the surface without getting crush into a red

stain during the process. But none of that would be worth it if Roel didn't actually climb it.

Without waiting any further, the nano Canine put himself to work. Though, upon placing one hand

at the surface of the left testicle, Roel immediately noticed a big problem. Being underneath

Isaac's taint meant he was in a much more humid and sweaty place than before. He was

basically beneath an immense, heavy set of genitals and surrounded on each side by massive

thighs made of pure muscles. It was obvious that the location was going to be warmer and

wetter.

"Shit! I should consider changing my career if I make it out of this situation...."

Roel said to himself moments before a loud and booming voice coming from the outside world

made his pathetical form fall on his butt. He couldn't even understand what was spoken given

how muffled it sounded due to his current location, so deep inside bulge of that titanic, all

glorious Siamese Cat. But if anything, that only served to remind the nano Doggy that the clock

was ticking. And as if that wasn't enough, Isaac even readjusted his legs once again while sitting.

Not only shaking Roel's whole world but lucky, this time, working in good favor to the puny

Canine.

The wrinkled folds on the surface of that ballsack were accentuated due to Isaac's last leg's

movement. Providing Roel with more grip, allowing for a better climb. Wasting no time, the tiny

paparazzi put himself to climb once again. By the time Roel was about halfway up on Isaac's

testicles, once again, his body utterly sore. From Roel's tiny perspective, it was like he had

climbed the biggest mountain on the planet twice in the same day. Not even Roel knew how they

managed to do it, probably the adrenaline rush.

But just as things seemed to be getting better, once again, the tiny Canine felt the wall made of

living fresh start to vibrate and rumble...

"ISAAC, PLEASE NO!!!"

Of course, it was useless. Isaac would never hear a none speck begging for mercy from the

depths of his package. The massive Siamese simply adjusted his legs once more, fully pinning a

puny Canine among the wrinkled folds of skin on his ballsack in the process.

For the first time, Roel got really close to turning into an imperceptible red stain on the folds of

skin of someone who wouldn't even notice it, and even if Isaac did, he probably wouldn't even

mind given the fact it was Roel himself who put himself in such situation. One could say he asked

for this. The pressure imposed on him by both thigh and testicle was overwhelming but constant.

until...

"EXCUSE ME, GUYS, BUT I GOT TO TAKE THE RESTROOM."

Without allowing Roel to even say anything, the puny Doggy felt the increase on G forces as the

godly Feline stood once again. And that was only the beginning as soon after that Isaac was

walking. Each stride of the gargantuan Feline was grinding the nano Canine against ball and

thigh, threatening to grind Roel something less than dust. Lucky, the sweat that once almost

drowned the poor paparazzi, now came to rescue him.

A large sweat droplet passed through the location Roel happened to find himself stuck and

pinned to. The combination of the wetness with the body movement ended up expelling the puny

anthro out of that terrible prison, sending Roel upwards back on the surface of Isaac's sack.

Roel could have waited until it was safer to move, but if what he heard was right and Isaac was

moving to the restroom, meaning that the Cat was probably about to relieve his bladder, there

were big chances that his phone might be either dropped from the foreskin frenulum or crushed

by gigantic fingertips the moment Isaac pull back the musky, warm wrinkled skin covering the

head of his dick. Given all of that, the tiny Doggy couldn't give himself the luxury of waiting. But

not so long after Roel put himself into motion, running towards the very tip of that musky dick the

faster he could, the entire world came to a stop.

"No! No! No! Wait! Please just give me some more time!"

The paparazzi was indeed getting real close to the foreskin frenulum once again, but just as he

was about to touch his smart band to signal his smartphone, Roel got temporarily blind. It was

too late! Isaac's enormous fingers had already pulled open the black speedo the puny Doggy

spent the last hours lost inside, allowing blinding lights from the outside world to come crashing

in. By the time Roel finally managed to adjust his equally puny eyes to a new source of light, his

jaw was left wide open.

The anthro Doggy saw two innocent fingers doing something someone as small as himself would

never imagine being able to do. Lifting that city-sized flaccid phallus up dozens of meters in the

sky and taking it out of the musky confines of that speedo. Tiny, imperceptible sweat droplets

were falling off the body of that godly shaft as it was casually lifted, almost crushing the poor

Roel down below. All of that happened under the notice of the giant Cat, owner of that same

phallus.

"No, please! Isaac, please! Don't do it! I just need a little bit more time!"

The puny Roel begged as if he was beginning to his new owner, master, or god. To some

extend, he was going to get used to that new life after all as just as he finished his sentence, the

tiny Canine heard the loudest of all rumbles he had yet within the inner body muscles of that

Siamese Cat. It was Isaac's urethral muscles contracting and relaxing in preparation to release

all of that ocean amount of piss!

It didn't take long after that for rumbling internal noise to turn into a loud waterfall-like sound.

From the surface of Isaac's ballsack, Roel was able to have a privileged view of the highpressure, yellow jet of hot urine running at high speed going down below! If anyone his size were

to be in front of that powerful jet of urine, there would be nothing left, no doubt. Completely

pulverization would be the fate of whoever was in front of that.

But not everything was lost as lady luck decided to provide the nano Doggy with a last chance of

success. Meanwhile, Roel was in total awe, admiring what could be described as the most

overpowering sample of maleness in his entire life. He noticed a tiny glowing speck falling off the

wrinkled folds around the frenulum of that dick head. A tiny glowing speck falling off that location

could only mean one thing.

"THE PHONE!!!"

Roel yelled and immediately broke into running again. Running as fast as his tiny legs could

carry him, trying to get the phone before it hits the "ground" below. He didn't risk having the

phone breaking or slipping in balls, sweat, and getting lost once again. Maybe even crushed the

moment the towering Cat put his big and imposing male document back in his package. And for

the first time in the day, something went just the way Roel had planned. The miniature Canine

managed to catch the phone mid-air, saving it from hit against the floor. But the happiness of that

paparazzi was short-lived.

The microscopic Husky wasn't even allowed to celebrate as he felt a strong but short tremor

vibrating his world. The tremor itself was already quite terrifying, but it got only more impressive

upon realizing what was it that generated it. It was nothing but Isaac's urethra muscles

contracting and cutting off the high pressured stream of urine running out his slit! A very innocent

action that turned out to be an impressive display of power.

Things were about to get worse as Roel noticed that the Giga Siamese was preparing to shake

his dick!

"SHIT!!! ISAAC WAIT!!!"

No can do. The massive index and thump fingers were already moving the flaccid penis upwards

in preparation for shaking it! Lucky Roel wasn't sent falling off the surface of that Cat's balls

again, but only because he took a direct hit from a single piss droplet. The warm, yellow, and

heavily scented liquid marked the Doggy's body immediately upon impact! Turning Roel into

Isaac's property, but worse than that. It left the tiny photographer stuck in position due to its

superficial tension!

All the while, up above, Isaac was casually shaking his massive, monstrous-sized dick! Roel

knew that any time that Cat was gonna finish shaking it and he would simply let it fall to rest on

top of his ballsack. PRECISELY WHERE HE HAPPENED TO BE STUCK TO!

There was nothing he could do, even if he messaged the Cat; any normal person would finish

putting their dick back inside their clothes before replying to a text, and on top of that, Isaac left

his phone recharging in his bedroom.

With one final act of effort, Roel lifted up his phone, aimed his camera towards the massive

foreskin frenulum of that model, and took the last photo of his career before watching that thick,

monolithic dick coming towards him in a high speedo to ultimately crush him.

THUMP!!

Roel was no more.

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Some hours later, Isaac was finally stepping into his bedroom once again. The first thing he did

was to check his phone messages, and one of them was Roel's last photo.

"Oh!!! Great photo! It seems that you are doing great down there! Just tell me when you want to

leave and take a couple more before you do so!"

And so the Siamese Cat rested his phone on the table once again before moving into the kitchen

area of his fancy suit room. Not even noticing, the message that came right after: "Your message

couldn't be delivered because the recipient device is no longer active or valid."

Later that day, the Siamese Cat took a shower, thoughts about Roel never crossing Isaac's mind

again any pieces of evidence of the puny paparazzi were washed away, permanently.

The end.