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After Convetion

Part Two.

(Story Commission)

Valargent was still feeling the ache in his muscles from the gentle scratching he had received from the gigantic Siamese cat against the folds of his damp foreskin. While Isaac may have thought the action was gentle, to Valargent it felt brutal. The puny fox was able to feel every joint and muscle in his tiny body being scratched and flattened against the wrinkled flesh, the enormous fingerpad creating friction against the massive cat's tip.

The envirment was heavy scented with the pure maleness of young male cat, the heat emanting from Isaac's body was too intense and Valargent could feel it hitting against his skin nearly as a solid. There was also the potent male musk, the natural masculine arome of Isaac was overwhelming within the confines of his cosplay costume. The fancy, white, silk fabric of the costume felt rough against the body of the tiny fox given the sheer size difference, it forced and pressed Valargent against the young feline manhood without mercy to the point the small boy couldn't even dare to move a single limb of his body. Isaac's outfit was provoking, tightly outline nearly every single curve of his slim and smooth build and leaving little to the imagination. Although, even if paying close attention to the cat's crotch area nobody would have been able to see or notice the small imprint of a tiny, micro sized passanger fighting for dear life.

Things didn't get any better for Valargent. As soon as he heard the loud snap of Isaac's outfit's elastic band against the giant's skin, he felt a powerful jolt followed by a powerful rumble. Isaac was moving! Worse, the titanic feline was walking, his defined legs and muscular thighs propelling the girly boy forward step by step, causing an untold amount of friction between his legs and around his groin. All of this did not go unnoticed by the poor passenger within the confines of the cat's bulge. The puny fox was forced to deal with the swing of Isaac's genitalia back and forth, followed by the powerful impact of his feet against the floor. Even if the floor was miles down below, the force of the impact travelled all the way up through his legs, hitting poor Valargent as intensely as an earthquake would. And on top of that, there was a considerable amount of natural moisture within Valargent's new environment, all thanks to Isaac's crotch sweat. He only made it two steps before falling down.

Valargent's face would hit against the soft, wrinkled surface of Isaac's scrotum immediately below. From the insignificant point of view of an ant-sized micro, Isaac's balls seemed to be a vast landscape with mountains and valleys stretching out as far as the eye could see. The skin was rough and textured, with fur follicles sprouting out at regular intervals, resembling a massive, dense forest made entirely of pubic hair. The creases and folds of the skin were like deep canyons, with occasional drops of sweat rolling down like rushing, salty rivers. Isaac's scrotum seemed like an endless expanse of skin, with no end in sight, but Valargent knew very well it had the potential danger of crushing or squishing him if he wasn't careful.

Having the imminent danger of death by crushing in mind, the fox boy knew he couldn't allow himself to be thrown underneath one of Isaac's orbs. But no matter his efforts, nor the size of the cat boy's balls, the powerful movements of the walking legs, allied with the intense earthquakes caused by the footfalls from below, managed to force Valargent deeper into the depths of Isaac's bulge. Eventually, the space between fabric and skin became too narrow, and the fox found himself squeezed between damp fabric and warm skin. The new environment surrounding Valargent was even muskier and hotter, with the air thick with masculine arousal that the blue fox could even taste. Looking right above, the micro could see the slightly wet foreskin tip from which he just fell off, now seemingly looming so far away from him. But one thing caught the vulpine's attention, a blinking light coming from what seemed to be a tiny device stuck tightly to folds of wrinkled skin... "MY PHONE!" Valargent exclaimed terrified, immediately placing his hand into his pocket to confirm it was empty. "No! No! This can't be happening!" The tiny fox knew very well that without his phone, there was no way he would ever be able to contact that gigantic cat again. His puny heart began to race, and his mind was panicking with the possibility of Isaac eventually forgetting about the fact he was carrying a tiny passenger within the confines of his crotch.

But Valargent would soon learn he was out of time to even panic. As soon as he heard a considerably loud CLUNK, he exclaimed, "The door!" Isaac was just opening the car door, which meant that the kitty was about to take a seat anytime soon. Unfortunately, given Valargent's position, he was about to get a sample of what happens to tiny things underneath the orbs of a gigantic man as he's just about to take a seat. THUD! Valargent felt an untold amount of pain as his lower body and legs were nearly crushed underneath the incredible weight of a mountain-sized testicle. His upper body was free to breathe, but he could barely move. With a casual cross of his legs, Isaac closed the door, unaware that he was subjecting the poor fox to two hours of pure torture within the confines of his malehood.

The mere idea of a puny creature like that shrunken vulpine being able to climb the vast expanse of Isaac's orbs was laughable, and yet that became Valargent's only hope. Despite the daunting task ahead of him, he gazes up at the colossal expanse of Isaac's ballsack above him. He wastes no time in getting started, employing his dexterous claws and agile limbs to navigate the undulating surface of Isaac's scrotum. As he ascends the steep terrain, he revels in the sensation of the fabric fibers rubbing against his fur, the texture soothing yet invigorating. With each passing moment, he draws closer to his ultimate goal: the tip of Isaac's foreskin.

But not only was the task daunting, as Isaac's manhood was playing against the tiny fox. The high heat environment, the lack of light, and the surface of the cat's immense testicles only served to slow down his ascent. The skin is smooth and taut, the texture similar to a soft, pliable rubber. Valargent can see curly pubic fur, some of which is covered in oily, salty sweat, covering the surface, some of them standing on end, stretching themselves up into the sky above the puny fox taller than any tree he could ever think of. The color is a light bluish-gray, and there are a few veins visible just beneath the surface. The surface is also dotted with small bumps, some of which seem to pulse slightly.

As if the challenge wasn't enough, there was also sweat to face. Valargent observed the glistening surface of Isaac's testicles as he continued his ascent. The salty sweat made his climb more difficult, as his small body struggled to maintain a grip on the slick skin. Droplets of sweat rolled down the curves of Isaac's testicles, leaving small trails in their wake. Valargent had to be careful not to slip and fall, as the tiny droplets of sweat pooled together to form larger drops that threatened to dislodge him from his precarious position.

Despite the difficulty, Valargent pushed on, and just as he was getting close enough to the massive expanse of wrinkled skin above him, he noticed a rumble followed by a tremor. Isaac was adjusting his sitting position once more, rearranging the position of his crossed legs so casually, yet completely unaware of the severe consequences his actions were imposing on the poor micro beneath his notice.

Suddenly, a massive droplet of sweat hit Valargent with the force of a hurricane, sweeping him off his feet and carrying him down towards the base of the testicle. Panic set in as Valargent struggled to keep his head above the surface of the sweat, but it was impossible. He was being dragged under, feeling like he was drowning in the thick, viscous liquid.

For what felt like an eternity, Valargent was trapped beneath the sweat, his lungs burning as he struggled to breathe and drinking a good amount of salty sweat. Finally, the droplet dissipated into the white fabric of Isaac's cosplay costume, and he was able to gasp for air, coughing and sputtering as he clung to the slick surface of the testicle. He was battered and bruised but alive. As he looked up towards the daunting climb he had just been swept down from, Valargent couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. The journey ahead was going to be even more challenging than he had ever imagined, and he was running out of time. He knew he couldn't stay under the Siamese's orbs, as the moment Isaac stood up and began to walk, he would be ground alive.

Starting from scratch, the poor fox had no other option but to climb all the way up once again. At least this time around, Valargent was a lot more aware of all the challenges he was going to face, and the second time around, he made it to the foreskin tip faster than before but no less exhausted. As Valargent finally reaches the base of Isaac's foreskin tip, he finds himself face-to-face with the wrinkled skin that surrounds the opening. From his tiny perspective, the folds seem like massive hills, and he can feel the heat radiating off of the skin. Valargent's heart races as he realizes he has finally made it. He takes a moment to catch his breath, admiring the view from the top. The skin around him is slick with sweat, and he can feel droplets of moisture hitting his fur. But despite the wetness and the near-drowning experience he had earlier, he feels a sense of triumph. Valargent takes in his surroundings, marveling at the sight of the foreskin opening, which seems to stretch out in front of him like a vast canyon. He can see the tiny hairs that line the entrance, and he can smell the musky scent of Isaac's sweat. But more than anything, he finally has his goal, the smartphone once again in reach. However, as if it were a cruel joke of fate, at this moment, Isaac casually moves a hand down below to scratch and readjust his bulge.

The giant hand of the Siamese cat scratched so softly and casually against the white silk covering his manhood. Needless to say, Isaac had no idea he was dragging and pushing the poor passenger within the confines of his fabric against the wrinkled folds of his foreskin, sealing Valargent's fate by sending him into the depths of the folds. For Valargent, the triumph was short-lived as he basked in the glory of his accomplishment. At first, Valargent tried to cling to the skin and resist the motion, but it was no use. Isaac's scratching was too forceful, and he was powerless to resist. Valargent was pushed deeper and deeper into the folds of the foreskin, his body twisting and turning as he struggled to keep his bearings. The walls of the foreskin were slick with sweat, and Valargent could feel himself slipping and sliding as he was dragged along. He could see nothing but the pinkish-red flesh of Isaac's genitalia all around him, the folds and creases of the foreskin seeming to stretch out endlessly before him. The motion was dizzying, and Valargent felt disoriented and nauseous as he was jostled and bumped along the way. He tried to shout out for help, but his tiny voice was drowned out by the sound of Isaac's scratching. As the scratching finally subsided, Valargent found himself at the very base of the foreskin, surrounded on all sides by the pinkish flesh. Gasping for air, his heart racing, he realized how close he had come to being crushed or suffocated by the relentless motion. Valargent lay there for a moment, trying to catch his breath and regain his composure. He knew he had to get out of there, but the walls of the foreskin seemed to be closing in on him, making it difficult for him to move. At least he still had his phone with him this time around. But just as he was about to unlock it and text Isaac for help and to make the kitty aware of his predicament, a powerful tremor hit his tiny, musky, damp world.

It was Isaac who finally seemed to be standing up! Immediately, Valargent realized he was out of time. The Siamese god had arrived at the airport and was now leaving his Uber. The thumping steps of a giant walking became the tiny fox's background soundtrack once again. This time, Valargent had no way of knowing how long Isaac would be walking or what the gigantic cat was about to do. But the insignificant vulpine got a sample of what fate might have in store for him as he felt a strong jolt, followed by a pulse of the fleshy, vast walls all around him. Isaac's urethra was contracting. At first, Valargent had no idea why, but then a tiny, building-sized droplet escaped the monstrous-sized pee slit which was just right behind him. It was a droplet of pee! "Oh no! No way! Please God, no! Don't tell me that..." Yes, Isaac was walking hastily because he needed to pee!

As Isaac stands up out of the Uber car, Valargent's world suddenly jolts into motion. The once stable and familiar terrain of Isaac's foreskin shakes and bounces with every step Isaac takes. The fox boy grips onto the walls of flesh around him, desperately trying to hold on and not get flung around with the movement. Valargent's view is obscured by the folds of flesh, but he can feel Isaac's every move. The walls of flesh press in on him as Isaac's strides grow longer, carrying him deeper into the airport lounge. The air around Valargent is filled with the scent of Isaac's musk and the sound of his footsteps reverberating through the fleshy tunnel. Despite the fear and discomfort, Valargent can't help but be in awe of the incredible size and power of Isaac's body. The sheer magnitude of the world around him is staggering, and Valargent feels as though he is a tiny speck adrift in a vast and endless sea. He holds on tight, trying to keep himself from slipping deeper into the foreskin, and wonders where this wild ride will take him next, even though he knows very well what is just about to happen and how powerless he is to do anything about it.

Isaac steps into the airport restoom in no time, rushing to find himself a urinal. The Siamese simply pushed aside the skin tight, white fabric of his cosplay costume allowing his long dong to flop freely in the open, cold air of the restroom. The giant fingers quickly move into action, grabbing the flaccid phallus, pulling back the foreskin and aiming. Valargent's heart skipped a beat as Isaac's fingers wrapped around his foreskin and pulled it back, revealing the pinkish glans beneath. The tiny blue fox boy was pressed flat against the surface of the glans, his body stuck to it by the thin layer of sweat that had accumulated there. The warm, moist environment made it hard for Valargent to breathe, and he was acutely aware of the enormous size of Isaac's anatomy in comparison to his tiny form. As Isaac stood there, preparing to urinate, Valargent watched helplessly as the stream of urine began to flow from the tip of Isaac's massive organ. He could feel the hot liquid splashing against his body, soaking his fur and making it hard to keep his footing on the slippery surface. He was filled with a sense of dread as he realized that he was in danger of being swept away by the powerful flow. The force of the stream is strong, slowly covering his tiny body in the pungent liquid. And Valargent can feel himself being pushed back against the surface of the glans as Isaac releases more urine.

The tiny fox can hear the sound of the urine hitting the surface of the urinal, a deafening roar that echoes all around him. The smell is overpowering, and he can taste the salty liquid on his tongue. The pressure of the urine against his tiny body is intense, and he feels like he might be swept away at any moment. Despite the danger, Valargent manages to hold on tightly to the surface of the glans, his tiny claws digging into the flesh to keep himself from being swept away. He can feel the glans vibrating with the force of the urine stream, and he fears that he might lose his grip. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Isaac finishes peeing and shakes off the last few drops. Valargent breathes a sigh of relief as he feels the pressure against his tiny body start to subside. He remains stuck to the surface of the glans, coated in a layer of Isaac's urine, but he is grateful to have survived the ordeal. At least until he noticed Isaac was about to release his foreskin. He looks up to see the massive folds of Isaac's foreskin descending upon him, blocking out the light and enveloping him completely. "ISAAC NO! PLEASE NOT AGAIN! AHAHAHA!!" Completely useless.

Valargent attempts to push against the walls of the foreskin in the hope of creating a small gap for his escape, but to no avail. The folds are too tight and the walls too thick for him to make any progress. He can feel the foreskin contracting and expanding as Isaac moves, the pressure against his body constantly changing. As the minutes pass, Valargent realizes that he is completely trapped. He can hear the sound of Isaac's clothing rustling as he moves about, the occasional jolt as Isaac bumps into something or shifts his weight. But all the while, Valargent is held captive, unable to move or see anything beyond the confines of the foreskin. He can feel the dampness of Isaac's sweat and urine against his skin, the weight of the folds bearing down on him. The darkness is absolute, and the only sound is the steady rhythm of Isaac's breathing. Valargent begins to feel a sense of despair creeping over him, the realization that he may be trapped in there forever. But he pushes the thought away, waiting only for the moment when Isaac would remain relatively still for him to use his phone to text. He couldn't risk losing the only way he had to contact that all-powerful cat as Isaac moves. Finally, the change arrives as Isaac sits down by the counter at a fancy cafeteria, ready to relish a delicious donut along with an ice green tea lemonade.

Once again, from the perspective of the minuscule blue fox, sitting down was a little brutal for Isaac, even if it was as casual as possible. Valargent's world shifted and jostled as his tiny body was pushed and pulled by the movements of Isaac's bulge. As the package settled into the seat, Valargent found himself pressed tightly, with the scent of sweat and musk overpowering his senses as usual. But the tiny fox wasted no time and finally managed to text Isaac. "Hey! I'm still here!" he sent. Isaac was just taking a bite out of his strawberry donut when his phone vibrated in his handbag. The cat's eyes widened when he read the message and he immediately texted back. "OMG! I'm so sorry! I completely forgot about you! Gosh, are you alright?" Isaac seemed to be sincerely distressed about the tiny fox's situation, especially after realizing that he had taken a pee in the restroom, knowing that the poor micro certainly got a first-row seat. "I don't even know how you manage to endure down there all this time, but hey, if you made it this far, now you just have to survive for more... six hours or so... maybe more..." Even Isaac knew the puny micro was suffering in the confines of his private parts. But the reality was that Isaac could barely even imagine the situation that Valargent was going through, given the sheer size difference between them. Upon reading Isaac's replies, the blue micro began to get a little mad. Building some courage, Valargent texted back. "Is this a joke? You can't be serious! Take me out of here now!" However, the small vulpine was met with a minor tremor. Isaac was casually adjusting his posture, moving his legs, once again casually displaying his dominance over Valargent's tiny, musky world.

After finishing the last sip of his cold drink and adjusting his crossing legs one more time, Isaac read the reply. Feeling a little disappointed, he realized that without him, the fox would have become a tiny red stain beneath somebody's sole by now. Feeling outraged, Isaac texted, "Seriously? Listen, little speck, I'm saving your pathetic life. Do you think you would be better left behind on the hotel floor all by yourself? Besides, I can't take you out now. I'm in the middle of the airport coffee shop."

Valergent read and immediately countered, "Why not go back in the restroom and just take me? Man, I'm stuffed inside your foreskin, smelling of pee! I'm covered in your pee!" Isaac was trying to be empathetic about the micro's predicament, but he couldn't help feeling a sense of superiority and indifference towards what was happening to Valargent on his own body. "Listen, I could try, but my flight departs soon, and I have to go to the boarding gate now. Besides, I don't even know where I could keep you without losing you!" Isaac texted, trying to reason with the helpless micro. On the other hand, Valargent only became even angrier upon reading the cat's last reply. "LOSING ME! You almost swept me away with your pee! How can you say you're concerned about not losing me?" But Valargent could tell that Isaac didn't even bother to read his last text as he felt a sudden jolt as Isaac's body moved, signaling that they were on the move again. The tiny fox boy clung to the soft folds of Isaac's foreskin as the Siamese cat stood up from his seat at the cafeteria. The sudden movement made Valargent lose his grip for a moment, and he slid down a few millimeters before managing to hold on tight to the skin again.

As Isaac starts walking towards the boarding gate, Valargent is jostled and bounced around inside the confines of the foreskin. The movements are so violent that the little fox boy feels like he's on a roller coaster ride. He can feel the skin moving and stretching around him as Isaac's muscles flex and shift with each step. Valargent can see glimpses of the world outside through the folds of skin, but everything is distorted and blurry, no mention the white fabric of Isaac's costume blocked most of the light. The sound of Isaac's footsteps reverberates around him like thunder, making him feel tiny and insignificant. He can feel the warmth of Isaac's body, radiating through the soft skin and enveloping him in a cocoon of heat. As Isaac finally took his seat and buckled up, Valargent felt a momentary sense of relief, thinking that he might finally be safe. But then he realized that he was dangerously close to the cat's massive pee slit, which was ten times larger than his own body. Valargent tried to cling to the folds of Isaac's foreskin, desperate not to be swept away into the dark abyss of the cat's genitalia. But he knew that he was no match for the force of Isaac's movements, which caused the folds of skin to ripple and shift in unpredictable ways. As Isaac adjusted his position in his seat and shifted his weight, Valargent was jostled around and tossed to and fro, his tiny body perilously close to the edge of the foreskin. He felt a rush of air as Isaac's thighs shifted, and he was suddenly sucked towards the gaping maw of the pee slit. Valargent struggled to stay afloat as he was carried closer and closer to the edge of the opening, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see the dark void of the pee slit looming before him, and he knew that he was running out of time. With a burst of strength, Valargent dug his claws into the skin of Isaac's foreskin, trying to slow his descent. But it was no use. The force of Isaac's movements was too much for him to resist. Finally, with a sickening lurch, Valargent was sucked into the blackness of the pee slit. He tumbled down a long, slippery tunnel, his body twisting and turning as he went. The stench of urine along with the scent of male seed filled his nostrils, and he felt as though he was drowning. After what felt like an eternity, Valargent was finally spat out onto the moist surface of Isaac's urethral opening. He lay there, gasping for air, his body covered in a slimy film of urine and precum leftovers. As Isaac sat in his seat, oblivious to the tiny fox's near-death experience, Valargent realized that his journey was far from over.

The blue fox would have to find a way to escape from Isaac's genitalia, but from his current perspective, even if he hadn't gone too far into Isaac's urethra, the opening back to the outside was already relatively far away from him. At least Valargent still had his phone in hand, so he texted, "Isaac, oh lord, your pee hole is ten times larger than me at the very minimum." It took a while for Isaac to reply as the cat waited for takeoff to connect to the airplane's Wi-Fi network. "Don't you go in there! If you do, I can't guarantee I can get you out without drowning you," the Siamese cat replied, without even knowing that it was already too late for that. Not only had Valargent already gone through the opening, but as the airplane gained speed to takeoff, he was pushed even further into the dark depths of Isaac's genitalia, confined within Isaac's body.

Valargent felt a sudden rush of air as the airplane began to take off, causing him to lose his footing and slide even deeper into Isaac's urethra. As he tumbled down the slippery, fleshy tunnel, he couldn't help but feel a sense of panic washing over him. The walls of the urethra were slick and slimy, and with each passing second, he was getting closer and closer to Isaac's bladder. Valargent tried to claw his way back up towards the opening of the urethra, but it was no use. The force of the takeoff was too strong, and he was quickly carried further and further down the passage.

The sensation of being pushed deeper and deeper into Isaac's urethra was overwhelming, and Valargent felt as if he were being swallowed alive by the cat's body. He could feel the walls of the urethra pulsing and contracting around him. Fortunately, Valargent managed to stop his descent before reaching the bladder, but he was definitely lost for good; he was so far into the cat's urethra that he couldn't even see the dim light coming from the opening anymore.

Immediately, the memory of Isaac's last message came to his mind, and the idea of being stuck within the confines of the gigantic Siamese cat's body forever or until drowning whenever the girly boy went to the restroom again or engaged in sexual activities made the little fox realize how pitiful the reality of his situation really was.

"Alright, alright! I'm already inside! Please send help! Take me out! Take me out now!" Valargent spammed Isaac's phone with messages.

Gathering his phone and upon reading the multiple messages, Isaac tilted his head down to look at his own bulge between his legs, before covering his face with a hand in disapproval. Only then did he text a reply, "What did I tell you not to do! Listen, I can't help you. You're going to have to figure out a way to get out of there by yourself. And you better do it quickly; you've got about five and a half hours left before landing." But Valargent read it and became furious. "If you don't get me out of here... I'll... I'll... I'll teach you!" Valargent texted back, sounding more introverted and shy than ever. Isaac, on his side, took it as a personal challenge. He read it, rolled his eyes, and was not willing to let an insignificant micro think better than him. Barely able to hold a laugh, the gigantic Siamese replied, "Teach me what? You little germ, I want to see you try it." And to emphasize his point, Isaac decided to provide the puny fox with a small sample of his godly power. He simply and casually moved his hand down between his thighs and gave a slow, soft scratch on his package, knowing perfectly well the impact such an action would have on the insignificant being within the confines of his manhood.

Valargent's world was turned upside down as Isaac's hand moved down towards his crotch. As Isaac began to scratch his package, Valargent was forced to cling tightly to the walls of the urethra, struggling to maintain his balance. As he clung tightly to the walls of the urethra, Valargent couldn't help but feel a sense of dread at the thought of being trapped inside Isaac's body any longer. As soon as Isaac was done scratching, the feline took his phone once again. "You know what, I think I'm getting tired of taking shifts from you. I don't even know you, and you're literally small enough to get lost within my body. I don't know why I haven't blocked you already."

Unfortunately, Valargent failed to reply or check the message in time, as he was still disoriented and recovering from the brutal earthquakes caused by Isaac's casual scratch of his bulge. And, unfortunately, that lack of response would seal his fate. "You know what, yeah, that's precisely what I'm gonna do. Good luck living inside my penis, asshole. Bye-bye."

By the time the puny fox could read Isaac's last message, his heart sank. He couldn't believe that he had lost his only way of contacting the only person who ever knew about his insignificant existence - the person who he was currently lost and trapped inside of!

The shrunken vulpine insisted and repeatedly tried to text back Isaac's number, but no matter what, the app wouldn't let him do it. Eventually, Valargent was forced to come to terms with the fact that he had wasted that opportunity and that he was better off trying to figure out a way out of the cat's large manhood before landing. He took advantage of the fact that Isaac would be sitting and not moving too much for the next five hours. Valargent was determined to find his way out of Isaac's urethra, despite the odds against him. He pushed and prodded his way through the tight confines, using every bit of his small frame to navigate the twists and turns. At times, he could feel the walls closing in around him, threatening to crush him into nothingness. But he was relentless, never giving up on his quest to find a way out. Despite his valiant efforts, however, Valargent soon realized that he was hopelessly lost. He had no sense of direction, and the winding passage seemed to go on forever. He tried retracing his steps, but everything looked the same. Suddenly, the puny vulpine felt an overpowering earthquake. Isaac was standing up! His time was up!

The sudden jolt of Isaac standing up caught the insignificant fox by surprise once again. Valargent plummeted down into the depths of the seminal vesicle, surrounded by a sea of thick, sticky fluid that seemed to cling to his every move. His tiny form twisted and turned in the inky darkness, struggling to stay afloat as he was carried along by the churning currents. The walls of the vesicle loomed over him, their rough, jagged surfaces seeming to taunt him with their impenetrable strength.

Desperately, Valargent tried to swim upwards, his tiny arms and legs flailing as he searched for a way out. But the fluid was too thick and viscous, and he soon found himself being pulled further and further down, deeper into the abyss. He felt his chest constricting with fear and panic, the crushing pressure of the fluid squeezing in around him from all sides.

As he tumbled helplessly through the dark, twisting passageways of the vesicle, Valargent could feel his strength fading. His tiny body was rapidly growing weak and tired, eventually Valargent was no more drowning in the depths of a white, warm churning of male seed within the confines of the genitalie of gigantic effeminate boy would never even have know about his end. As by the time Isaac stepped out of the airplane he had already pushed any thoughts about his tiny passanger into back of his mind, never even caring to give Valargent's predicament a second thought Isaac simply continued to carry on with his own life. Later on that day Isaac would jerk himself off to his favorite only fan fluencer on Twitter, emptying his vesicle and descarting Valaergent, tiny blue body into the toilet along his white seed. Moments before flushing the toilet, the thoughts of the micro fox stuck within the confines of his phallus, still throbbing hard on his other hand, came to mind. Isaac would stare at the white liquid floating the clean water of the toilet with a smirk, saying. "Bye bye puny". Finally flushing, not even knowing Valargent was long dead by drowing in his seed.

The end.