Micro May Day 2: Small Club of Tinies

Story by Xialdeim on SoFurry

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Because Micro May is starting late, I'm going to upload two stories a day to catch up.

This story's prompt was: Shrinking as a service in a strip club. A man gets a special night with a panther.


I walk up to the club, still a little nervous. It was my first time doing something like this. Not only that, but this one had a gimmick that suited me. The customers were shrunk down; not only did this make things more manageable, it carved a niche clientele, me being one of them. I walk in and see a man behind a glass.

"Welcome to Club of Tinies. Are you going to be joining us for the evening?" He asks.

"Yes."

"Very well, do you have any questions or need me to explain anything about the process or the club itself?"

"What does it feel like? To be shrunk, I mean."

"I haven't been myself, but I have been told that it is a little disorienting at first. Working as a shrink technician, I can assure you that the whole thing is safe and with no lasting side effects. You also get used to it, and it becomes less jarring with time."

"Okay, I think that is it."

"Great! Now there will be an upfront charge of $100; this is to pay for the shrinking as well as cover both food and drink for the night. We find it easier to settle everything beforehand instead of charging for things individually. Not that you tend to eat or drink that much after shrinking." He lets out a small chuckle.

I handed over the money.

"Enter the room next to me if you please, and we will get started." He points over to the door.

I walk in and see a device in the middle of the room.

"Stand in front of that, and I will get started. You might want to close your eyes because it can get bright."

I do so, and I hear it starts to whir to life. I swallow as I wait for it. The device starts to get faster and louder before it hits me. I feel a little dizzy, and I hear the doorman come into the room.

"There you go. We tend to set size based on the night of the week. Today is about half an inch. More or less because it's hard to get super exact with this. You seem to be a little smaller, but not by much. I'm going to escort you inside now." He reaches down and grabs me, moving slowly to try to not make things worse. He starts to walk, and I can feel each powerful step he takes.

He sets me down at a table. "Now your table has a call button, so if you need something, you can place an order with our bartender. If he is busy, you will be placed in line until he is free. You can also discuss getting some private time with one of our performers. Otherwise, you can just enjoy the show. Hope you have a good night."

"Thanks." He smiles and nods before walking back to his post. I couldn't believe I was finally here. I look around and see a stadium worth of tiny people crowding around the show stage. A strong panther man is dancing around a pole, and they are going wild. Wearing nothing but a thong, leaving nothing to the imagination. The other staff tends to wear the same thing as they move, tending to guests.

I move over to the show stage and watch as the panther works. He clearly is a pro, and he gracefully and tantalizingly moves his body; he has the crowd, myself included, eating out of his hands. He lands back on the ground now and again to shake the crowd, reminding us of his commanding presence and power. I get aroused just watching him. I knew I wanted more of him and would see if I could get it.

***

The show was over, and I headed back to a free table. I started to call the bartender; that was an older, plump, wolverine man that didn't look too bad himself. I order some food and drink and ask about the Panther.

"Ah, he is a popular one. I might be able to squeeze you in for a bit, but playtime is a little shorter around here because of the number of customers. As long as that is alright, I'll see what I can do." He says.

"Sure, that is fine."

"Great, I'll send him over when he is free." He hangs up, and I get my food pretty quickly. It is a tiny plate and cup that comes out of the table. I guess they have to proportion everything right. While it is a crumb of food, it still tastes well.

***

Half an hour after I am done eating, the panther comes up to my table.

"Good evening, sir. I'm here to escort you to one of our private rooms." He says, seeming much more formal than I thought he would be.

"O-oh yeah." I say nervously; he felt even bigger up close.

"Allow me to take you there." He plucks me off the floor and softly puts me in his hand before he heads to the room. We enter a pretty small room with mostly just a few things and a couch.

"Is this your first time doing this?" He asks as he sits.

"Yes."

"How about you tell me what you are looking for? We don't have much time, so try to be quick."

I try to think of what to do now. My mind is kind of blank, so I just start saying what comes first. "Well, I like how big and powerful you are, and I would like to uh- well..."

This gets a laugh from him. "I think I see where this is going; just let me know if I go too far, alright?" He clears his throat before talking again. "Are you a lucky one to get to show your devotion to me tonight?" He sounds more gruff and wild.

"Y-yes, sir."

"Good, that is what I like to hear. Now, since I am feeling generous tonight, I want you to tell me what part of me you wish to worship."

"Your paws." I point to his feet.

"Very, well. Be careful when handling the tread of an apex predator." He growls and he smiles. I take that as my cue to get closer and touch his paw. I rub the padded sole and am mesmerized by the feel and heat of it. He curls his toes a bit as I test the waters. "Don't keep me waiting."

I work faster, using my small body to cover as much as I can.

"Let me help you a bit." He says as he closes his paws around me, He is surprisingly gentle in holding me, but not overwhelming me. He slowly slides them up and down before letting me fall to the carpet. I feel lost without his warmth before his smallest toe starts to rub my lower body.

"I'm feeling playful tonight, so let's get you off, bug." He moves his toe, trying to stimulate me. It feels so good that I grind into him as much as I can. I needed this more than anything else now. A little more rubbing and thrusting, and I come, harder than I have in my life.

"Good, bug."

***

I got cleaned up and things were winding down, so I got regrown and left. I knew what I was going to be doing on my weekends from now on.