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By Jackmink 18+ Casey had been through a lot in his life. But nothing quite like this. Not only was he naked with his friend sleeping a few feet away, but he had somehow shrunk. His previously worn boxers lay where his ass had slept only a few hours ago. He didn't have a clue how this could've happened. He sure wasn't like this yesterday! Tangled amongst his own sheets he had to fight his way through just to get some fresh air, and a merging triumphantly, stared out over his bed and into the room before him slack jawed and wide eyed. The weasel was mystified at the world before him. Everything was way bigger than it had been the previous day. His desk, wardrobe, mirror, tv and loveseat all had miraculous blown a hundred times over night. And the one thing that caught his eye the most was the mountain of fur lazing on the floor. His best bud Blake was sleeping like a newborn pup, somehow managing to remove his blanket and scattered it to only god knows where. The large wolverine lay almost exposed in his blue boxer briefs, his burley black furred chest rose rhythmically and his colossal paws sprawled out across his chest and off above his head. His legs open wide to world around him, not a care in the world to anyone who saw him. Unsure of what else to do he called down to his friend. Hollering down at him. Yelling at the top of his lungs until his face turned blue. The wolverine slept blissfully below unaware of his friends blight. The distance was to great he figured for his tiny voice to reach him, so he did something rather foolish. He took a few steps back and with a running start leapt with all his might soaring through the air and came crashing down onto his friends chest, rolling awkwardly down his front and onto his stomach. He managed to get on his feet before the world around him quaked as the stomach he stood rose higher and higher with a deep inhale. He lost his footing and rolled backwards as the ground beneath him vanished suddenly as the large Mustelidae exhaled. Rolling head over tail right into the opening of his friends boxers. He managed to stop himself before going any deeper with in the confines of his friends briefs, using the curly fur around him as holds. And just lay rather clumsily with his weasel tail drooped over his face staring up at the opening he had fallen through. He brushed off his sides and stood only to be knocked over again by another earthquake as the land beneath him shifted from side to side as the large wolverine scratched himself on the carpet underneath. Managing to keep his footing long enough to catch himself; or rather that was until his tail tripped him up and before he knew it fell tumbling backwards right into his friends black chocolate sheath's opening. It was hot and humid within the confounds of the skin cover, let alone that male stench seeping from every pore around him. He'd reak of that stench for weeks. That thick musk around him clouded his thoughts and senses as it clung to his flesh and fur, wrapping him in a thick blanket of that foul smell. He soon found himself deeply aroused by the very stench around him though as it filled his lungs and filled his very core with it as he took heavy breath after heavy breath of that horrible wonderful scent.

The heat on the other hand was unbareable. He began to sweat, his naked torso beginning to drip with perspiration from head to toe as the living folds continued radiating heat around him. The squishy spongey surface with in made it nearly impossible to get his footing and his soon to be frantic movements didn't go unnoticed by the owner. As he sprawled over again and again trying to get a good grip on the furry fleshy floor that was beginning to get soaked with the small weasel's sweat. A massive force of a paw crushed him into the floor below, rolling him back and forth along the enterior - he found it futile from stopping his descent further into the very thing he was trying to get out of as the passageway above him closed. Muzzle-to-muzzle, his snout was brushing against his friends thick head and his breath was giving it a glossy finish. He didn't have time to think as the musky cave he found himself in began to become rather cramped. He wanted to turn back and make a run for it but that massaging paw blocked his only escape and would surely crush him. He heard a loud murr from above and knew he hadn't much time. Hugging onto his friends head he dug his claws into the furry flesh beneath him and pushed, trying to keep it from getting any larger but the ebon shaft wouldn't give and his efforts were in vain. His feeble efforts only seeming to encourage the gorging monstrous beast.

Soon his whole body was pressed against the crushing walls behind and rising shaft infront, trapped between a rock and a hard place. He took drastic measures and with all his strength kicked against the flesh before him. It gave way to his surprise and in disbelief found his foot stuck, trapped in none other than the slit of the cock he had desperately tried to get away from. Pressing with his other paw desperately trying to get out, it too slipped in and his feet were soon trapped with in. The fleshy giant shivered in delight at the sudden intrusion and extra attention it was recieving this cold winter night. The walls behind him stopped and new fresh air rushed in. Slowly the beast he found himself stuck in slid free and into the massive paw waiting for it. Taking his pride in hand the wolverine began rubbing it lightly still mostly in the confines of its sheath. The motions alone created the force neccissary to draw him further in. His feet and ankles vanishing before his very eyes in horror. He couldn't move them and it felt like they were being crushed between two sweaty sumo wrestlers. Again it opened and inhaled him, captureing his knees and soon his thighs with its next breath. Casey squeaked trying his hardest to pull free. Twisting and rocking back and forth but all he seemed to be doing was encouraging it along. The heat around him and musk that filled his lungs had made him unwantingly hard and even if was going to be swallowed whole he found himself enjoying the feel of it all. His hard memeber was pressing against the slits opening painfully and he moaned as the tight living walls hungered for his body. His meager squeaking was lost on his friend whose very cock was continueing to devour him alive. Casey pushed against the head with his paws frantically pressing it back. It gorged sucking in his long stomach and chest in a signle motion. He looked wide up at the world around him one last time, sending a final plea to his friend and before he could cry out once more his head was lost with in its vice like grip. His arms flailed above him - fruitlessly - trying to pry the very beast his friend was still so eagerly pawing at. And soon it was over. The muscles continued to contract over him, digesting him further with each ripple. Each stroking motion sent him further down, further in through that muscular tube that squeazed him mercilessly. Until it all stopped. Still trapping him helplessly, pinned in the tight folds of his friends hot steamy, damp meat. Unable to squirm or move in the tight folds of flesh. Only able to wait it out while everything shifted once more and the cock trapping him bounced freely from the boxer shorts. Blake, noticing his friend was gone from his bed, decided to take care of his nightly visitor and made his way - nude - to the bathroom cock throbbing before him, bouncing with each heavy step he took. Flicking the lights on he drooled looking down at his python, its gut bulging as if the snake had a midnight snack. Swallowing, he sat down on the floor resting back against the doors frame. Taking his massive bear like paw he began wrestling with the black eel before him. Rolling that lump between his fingers. Twisting his wrists downward and pumping it back up to the top. His tongue lolled to the side as he watched. His libito crazied mind not even paying attention to the oddity of it all. His hungry appendage craving even more as it squirmed in his tight grasp. Pulsing as that bump bounced along with it. His friend squimed as his body was forcible twisted around side to side. Being drawn deeper and deeper before with several great jerks pulled to the top - each pump jumping him further up the shaft, one step at the time, to the top where he could catch even the slightest of breaths... before twisting back down again. Each time he was deeper with in, each time he was afraid it would be the last time. Blake could feel it was almost time. And as his heart began to race, so did his tiny friends too. With each passing moment the time came closer and closer. Each tug meant that the inevitable release was just a few more seconds away. They gritted their teeth as the large wolverine bucked his thighs with each thrusting pump into his paw. Squeezing the lump between his fingers the whole time. With each pumped pulling that lump up with it before grabbing just above it and forcible sliding it back down. So close, Blake needed to taste it. Resting further onto his back he lifted his groin up to his muzzle and holding his thighs with one paw, the other firmly wrapped around his cock and that lump, began sucking himself off. His lips wrapping around the very head that had devoured his friend whole. The world around him shook as Casey was beginning to lose consciousness and the new suction brought a strange ray of hope to him as he slowly was drawn upwards away from the endless aybss below him. Much to his relief. He could hear the bowels below him churn and begin to flood and wanted out. The suction above him confused his addled mind but he pushed it to the back, praying for a sweet release. The wolverines sucked his fat member pumping into his maw. His tongued slapping his own head with each door shacking pump as he rammed his cock in. And finally his toes began to curl, his eyes rolled back and his maw opened wide, opening his waiting gullet. A spray of thick cream splattered his tongue, dripping out of his mouth and onto his chest. His jaws snapped shut and he began rubbing his stomach as he savored his own taste. He let out a hefty sigh and rolled his cum in his mouth tasting his own bitter flavor and loving it. Letting it roll from one side to the other before getting up and washing off the stray globs that landed on his torso. Making sure he was clean - and putting his boxers back on - he headed back to the room still gurgling his jizz with a wry grin plastered on his face. The torrent had taken Casey along for the ride and in his surprised launched him into the air, the bright light blinding him as he landed on a patted mat in a pile of ooze. He was at a lost for words lifting his arms that were covered in the thick sticky jizz and trying to get a clear view of where he was as his mind drifted in and out of focus. And with a loud snap the darkness flooded him again. There was an eerie silence before the mat he was sitting on shifted and toppled him over. He coughed and sputtered trying not to swallow the bitter brew that covered him from head to toe, already getting a mouth full with the release. He felt the floor blindly with his paws, the rough bumps and thick living flesh beneath him sent a shiver down his spine but it was too late and with a flick he was tossed spinning in the air before being encircled by the muscle, squeezed then rolled around like a wad of gum. The animorphous blob he found himself in stayed still only briefing as his friend rose to clean himself off. He was forcible pushed into his cheek and past the row of razor sharp canines as the wolverine washed the jizz from his body. Casey could hear part of the ooze being taken, swallowed with a large gulp. If he wasn't before, he was afraid now. The tongue pressed him against the thin layer of flesh of the muzzle and all along until he was on the other side. Another piece was gone and swallowed into the bowels below. The jaws open, the cheeks still trapping him inside. He was all too aware what was going to happen and with the rest of his strength lounged beneath the tongue as the small remaining amount of cum he was just in was crushed between those pearly whites, chewed effortlessly and swallowed. Casey pressed tightly into the floor, pressing up and against the tongue with what little might he could muster. The thick saliva making it nearly impossible from being swept away. The wolverine cocked his head back and let the remainder fall. Casey hadn't the strength to hold on and slipped falling into the blackness below. But without one last final kick - of shere desperation - hit the right spot, the tonsils. With a sputtered cough he was sent flying into his friends paws. Blake coughed and coughed holding his paws in front of his face. He gagged slightly and stared down at the mucus and at his little friend waving slightly up at him, still lightly covered in sticky cream. He blinked astonished at what he was holding. Not really sure what to make of it he took the small tuff of fur and flesh and popping open his drawers stuffed his tiny friend into his sheath. He'd deal with it in the morning.