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Tigue had the world at his feet and he knew it. Tipping the scales at a lean, muscular five-hundred-eighty pounds, all eyes were usually on him. Whether at the gym, jogging in the park, playing rugby with fellow members of The Scrum Giants, or sauntering into "the Pink Room" to make the other boys' mouths water, he was the center of the universe. To have a wolf's muzzle withdrawing from his spent cock was a punctuation mark ending his typical day.

"Mmm... You sure know how to suck it outta a guy," he rumbled.

He playfully tousled the head-fur of the wolf he'd met inside. Booming music reverberated through the back door and into the alley where the eager, young wolf had suggested they go.

"More than you know," Carlisle said with a grin.

Tigue looked down at his one-night-stand with a chuckle. He wasn't small, per se, but few came up to Tigue's eight-foot-five height. He was bigger than most wolves, standing about six-foot-four. His eyes were a bit higher than Tigue's toned abs. He'd even been able to swallow fully half of the tiger's monstrously thick, eighteen-inch erection. That wasn't a feat most could manage.

"So, how about a good-night kiss?" Carlisle asked. He rubbed his muzzle against Tigue's torso.

"Sorry, tiny," the tiger quipped, "I don't kiss the little ones."

Carlisle raised a brow. "Aw, c'mon; you won't make an exception for me? Or maybe you'd like to give my rod some spit-n-polish?" He rubbed his crotch for emphasis.

The back alley behind the Pink Room was fairly secluded despite the traffic zipping by on Seventh Avenue. But it wasn't discovery that made Tigue cut the wolf short. He tousled his dalliance's hair again and chuckled. "Only a guy as big as me has any chance to get that kind of commitment."

"Or bigger?" Carlisle asked.

"Not many bigger'n me."

"Oh," the wolf said, "you might be surprised."

A shiver ran down Tigue's long, sinewy spine. The fur on his body bristled at the sensation. He felt dizzy and put one hand to his forehead, closing his eyes. He groaned and stepped back. The world felt like it was spinning. The asphalt in the alley felt like it was sliding beneath his large, bare feet.

"Something wrong?"

Tigue opened his eyes and gritted his teeth. Did the wolf drug him, somehow? He lunged forward and grabbed Carlisle by the throat, slamming him into the back alley's wooden partition fence. Beyond it was only a parking lot and some dumpsters.

"What did you do to me?" He snarled.

"Wait for it..." Carlisle gasped. Despite the big hands around his throat, he was still grinning.

And his neck was getting thicker.

Tigue blinked at the sight before him. Hunched over as he was to throttle the shorter wolf his eyes conveyed a strange sight.

Carlisle wasn't that much shorter anymore. Moments before, he had loomed over this particular canine. His shadow had fallen over him like a tree's. But the wolf's golden eyes were now level with his chin.

Movement was all around him. The heavy, wooden fence was rising. To his left, blocking the view of the side street, an over-full dumpster was also growing. He stumbled, trying to maintain his stance on the shifting ground. All through his body a sensation a cool tingling spread. The feeling pulled inwards, making his muscles, his flesh, his very fur feel tighter and closer to his body.

Carlisle licked Tigue's chin, looking him in the eyes.

"Wait...wait a sec'," he stammered, "I ... I'm shrinking!"

The tiger's realization made Carlisle's grin widen. "See? You're not so dumb," he said. "A little something I paid the bartender to slip into your drink."

Tigue's hands slipped from around the wolf's throat as he backed up. "What?"

The wolf stepped in close, again, and rubbed his body up against the dwindling tiger. Tigue staggered back to the opposite side of the alley and up against the brick wall. Carlisle closed in, planting both paws on either side of the shrinking tiger's head. He moved in close, licking the stunned man's face again, and pressing his body, close. Tigue could feel his raging hard-on in Carlisle's shorts.

"But don't worry: there's a cure."

Tigue's eyes narrowed. "Give it to me," he snarled. "Give me the antidote or--"

"Or what, tiny?" Carlisle growled. He narrowed his eyes. "You're my height, now. You may still have more muscle, but that's changing ... fast. You think you can threaten me?" He laughed, deep and low. "You want the antidote, you'll have to earn it."

"How?"

The wolf stepped back and shrugged. "It's in me," he said, simply. "It's a localized drug, produced in one part of my body. The question is: which part?" His grin returned. "Do you want to get it in a kiss or suck it out of my cock? So many choices."

"I ... get to choose?" Tigue's voice had risen an octave as his vocal cords shortened.

"You get a guess," Carlisle clarified.

Tigue licked his lips. His shrinking seemed to have slowed but if he wanted to regain his height, he'd have to act. He looked around the otherwise empty alley and swallowed, hard. A resistant streak nagged at him; he didn't want to give the wolf his satisfaction. A kiss? Never! Even if he now seemed as big as himself, if not a bit bigger. He set his jaw and got onto his knees.

The bulge in Carlisle's shorts was obscenely large. Tigue's height had not yet evaporated to the point where the size looked too unusual but the wolf was apparently "gifted". He looked up into Carlisle's eyes as the ground continued to shift beneath him. Feeling strangely flush with the unexpected turn of events, he licked his muzzle and unfastened Carlisle's pants. The wolf's cock, as thick as Tigue's wrist and at least ten inches long, sprang out.

His sensitive nose picked up every last, arousing scent and--despite himself--he grew hard. Clothes loose on his frame, his body continued to dwindle. He reached out and stroked the object of his attentions. Half-closing his eyes, he leaned in and licked the tip. Salty and hot, he pressed his lips against it and slowly began to suck the large cock into his mouth. From above, he heard an approving intake of breath.

His mouth strained to accommodate the colossal shaft; his short muzzle was not as suited for sucking on long, thick things compared to that of a wolf or horse. He'd had plenty of both wrapped around his cock over the years but he'd rarely returned the favor. He felt the giant shaft tickle the back of his throat as he tried to swallow it. With a moan and a shiver, partly from arousal at the terrifying situation, he began to slide his head back and forth.

Carlisle's shaft felt like it was swelling in his mouth.

Up and down, back and forth, Tigue slid his tightening muzzle over the growing wolf's erection. His striped fur shone in contrast to the saliva-glistening cock as it peeked in and out of his muzzle. Carlisle reached down to caress the back of Tigue's head and, with increasingly strong muscles, pull him deeper onto his shaft. Tigue nearly gagged as the growing shaft choked him. He felt a forbidden thrill at it and whimpered as he become less and less powerful.

His height continued to bleed away as he shrank past six- to a mere five-feet tall. He started having trouble reaching the huge shaft while on his knees. He tried to stretch his back to reach higher and higher as he shrank smaller and smaller.

"I ... I can't," he gasped, pulling back from Carlisle's grasping fingers. "I'm getting too small!"

"A pity," the wolf replied. "I guess we'll see just how 'small' your dosage is going to make you, then."

There was no mercy in Carlisle's voice and a chill went down Tigue's spine. He looked up and stood, eye-to-abdomen with his growing partner. The wolf's erection bobbed at chin-level.

With an unaccustomed whimper, the shrinking tiger leaned in and opened his mouth wide, again. He resumed sucking, cupping the titanic pair of balls hanging beneath the enormous shaft. He strained around the growing flesh as it expanded to a relative foot-and-a-half.

He tongued the wolf's slit, sliding the monster in and out of his mouth, struggling to keep his footing as he shrank smaller and smaller and smaller. The world expanded around him.

"Better suck faster," Carlisle snickered. Now twice the tiger's height, the wolf was relishing every moment.

Tigue used both paws, mouth straining. His clothing dropped off, pooling around him. His shirt slipped off as his shorts fell around his ankles. Three feet came and went ... then two and a half. He was almost there; he could taste spurts of pre in his muzzle the more he choked down Carlisle's sex. Only the tip could fit in his muzzle, now. He pumped harder and faster, sucking so hard it made his already aching jaw feel like it was going to explode. But then, abruptly, Tigue tasted a salty blast. Eagerly, he swallowed while the wolf groaned.

A surge travelled through his body; he felt his every fibre singing with a renewed, stronger tingling sensation. He pulled back off of the titan's cock, his head approaching the level of Carlisle's knees, and looked up. The wolf looked down through bliss-shaded eyes and grinned.

"Mmm... Shoulda tried for a kiss," he rumbled.

Looking confused, Tigue suddenly felt the sensations increase. He staggered on his tiny paws as he abruptly shrank further.

"The antidote was in my saliva. My cum, however..."

The tiger squeaked as his body shrank past eighteen inches tall. Terrified, he turned and ran. Carlisle's laughter boomed in his wake.

The taste of cum lingered in his mouth as he dashed to the rear entrance of the bar. The distance that had once been only ten feet now seemed over fifty. He ran, his naked body's fur flowing in the night air as he continued to dwindle. His balance was thrown off by his rapidly diminishing mass and he stumbled several times. Sounds seemed magnified and smells he'd never noticed before assaulted his nostrils.

"Where ya goin', runt?"

The booming voice from behind made his heart beat faster. He looked back and up as the towering wolf pulled up his shorts and started striding after him. He looked like a giant, straight out of the faerie tales. As he'd run, Tigue had burned up a third of his remaining height and was now a measly foot high.

"Get back!" he squeaked. Shame flooded him at the embarrassingly high-pitched register of his shrunken voice. "Please!"

"Hah! Like you have a choice in this," Carlisle roared. The giant, bare feet slamming against the ground with encroaching menace, closed in.

Tigue reached the door and looked up at the handle, high overhead. Twelve inches had given way to eleven and he was still getting smaller. He jumped and jumped trying to get to the handle but even though he seemed just as strong and, with his reduced mass, could leap higher, he still couldn't reach it. He tripped after his third attempt and fell on his ass. A discarded beer can loomed next to him like an end-table. He staggered to his feet. On it's side, the can almost came up to his waist.

Carlisle's shadow fell over him.

Tigue squeaked in what, to him, was a yell--a shout of undistilled fear--and cowered.

A rush of wind, seemingly out of nowhere, blew him back as the cliff-sized door swung open forcing his wolven pursuer to fall back. Three guys, a massive, muscle-bound buck and two foxes, came out into the alley. With Carlisle momentarily stymied, Tigue dashed through the opening, unseen.

Racing into the darkness of the club, his eyes started to adjust. He could still feel himself shrinking.

The booming of techno and dubstep mingled from the front and he made for the crowds. He wasn't sure what he'd do upon arriving but if he could get someone to notice him, someone to help him...

Ten inches was a distant memory by the time he passed the restrooms and made it to the dance floor's edge. Nine, eight, and seven inches had evaporated, as well. Staring in at the gyrating, young, gay men, he felt a chill run down his spine. They were all colossal. The giants gyrated in the flashing, rainbow of lights, grinding their massive bodies against one another: touching and caressing and teasing. None of them saw the miniscule tiger.

He jumped up and down, waving his tiny arms, and shouted. The music drowned out his dwindling pleas.

A slender, boy-toy of a raccoon, wandered past. His massive, bare feet barely missed the five-inch-tall tiger. Tigue dove to one side, cowering against the baseboard and covering his head. He clenched his eyes tight as the giant passed. He felt himself still pulling inwards: becoming even less significant.

"Well, there you are..."

The rumbling voice was like that of God. He looked up and saw Carlisle's face peering down at where he stood. He gaped at the towering wolf. He was bigger than a house; bigger than an apartment complex. His clothing fit tight on his body, accentuating his muscles and ...other... bulges. Despite having just climaxed in the back alley, he looked aroused as he surveyed his work.

"No! Get back!" Tigue shrieked.

The giant laughed, low and unheard in the noisy bar. He raised one, giant paw and--as Tigue turned to run--lowered it onto his fleeing body. The giant pads slammed him down. Tigue rolled over part way before being pinned. Giant toes surrounded him as he dwindled past three inches tall.

"Please! Don't squish me!"

Carlisle couldn't possibly have heard him over the din but his words seemed to answer, anyway.

"Don't worry, tiny," he said. "You're not going to be crushed underfoot. I don't want my first experiment to end up a smear on someone's paw."

Giant fingers reached down and fished the tiger out from under-foot. His shrinking had reached truly tiny levels: nearly two inches tall ... the size of a mouse. Acres upon acres of wolf sped past as he was lifted on-high. His stomach dropped and dizziness consumed him. When he regained his steadiness he saw he was staring, from the flat of Carlisle's palm, at the giant's muzzle.

"That's about the right size," he rumbled.

As Tigue shrieked in terror, the wolf opened his muzzle revealing rows of sharp, white teeth. Tongue bigger than a draft horse, Carlisle licked his lips. With a casual flip like an earthquake, he tossed Tigue inside.

Saliva surrounded him as the scents of the giant suffused themselves into Tigue's wet fur. He was thrown and rolled to and fro, screaming and crying out for help with every turn. In the darkness, he could feel the passage to the back of Carlisle's throat ever nearer. Just as he was sure he was about to be swallowed, though, the darkness gave way and the wolf spat him out into his palm.

Panting, Tigue got to his hands and knees. He gradually looked at his surroundings. Carlisle had left the bar. They were in the back alley again. He looked up and realized that the shrinking had stopped.

"There we go," Carlisle rumbled. "Now, let's take you home." The wolf glanced back over his shoulder at the two foxes and the big stag "playing" in the back alley. He shot a wink at one of the foxes who winked back. He then looked down at the once-enormous tiger. "I have a lot to show you," he said with a feral grin.

With that, the wolf pocketed the mouse-sized tiger and, with a wave over his shoulder to the others, sauntered out of the back alley towards home.

End