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The Gigantic Lilliputian Story 2

By Jack, a random wolverine

The lumbered sound of breathing could only be masked by the heavy scent wafting into his lungs with every breath he took. The, literal, bite sized weasel was still in a place he could not even fully begin to comprehend. It was dark and even with his sharp yellow eyes could not fully pierce the surrounding viel around him. The wall behind him felt fleshy and warm. Blood coursed underneath its surface and it almost felt hot as his paw touched it once more, groping and feeling the sturdy but soft flesh and feeling through his finger tips the vibrating heartbeat of the creature he was currently inhabiting.

Casey's back was pressed against this surface. Held there by a tight sleeping bag of loose skin; fleshy on the inside and yet humid and welcoming for his naked body. It really did remind him of a warm, inviting sleeping bag of living flesh and fur. The cold air stung when he tried to crawl out only minutes ago. Like a groundhog he stuck his head out before the chill air forced him to retreat back inside. Tired and exhausted Casey willingly slipped back into this place, curling up against the hot surface with closed shut eyes, afraid to even open them at this point. Hoping this was all just some kind of twisted nightmare. Yet the warmth around him was welcoming and despite reason he felt secure and safe in this place. The heavy scent of his friend filling his lungs with the wolverines very body warming his cold bones was more relaxing than he had expected or ever known. The soft sound of his heartbeat, combined with the warmth from it, the steady rising and falling with his breaths was all too much to deny.

Moments of the previous night kept flashing in Casey's mind and each time he shuddered at the very implications of them. Of what had transpired and what had been done to him and just where he was in this waking second. He didn't want to truly grasp, to accept this fate that had befallen him. Even as the world around him shook and moved carrying him along with it he kept his eyes tightly shut, curled in on himself trying not to ponder why the very world he was in began to move.

Unaware of what was tucked into his sheath the wolverine turned onto his side a grin still on his face from the night before. His release had been so powerful that even hours later he found himself in a dulling bliss in his sleep filled state. He pulled the loose blankets off the bed and over his large form with a hefty, clawed paw. Instinctively the feel of the warm body tucked away in his sheath made him hump at the empty air before him. His plump sheath jiggled with the motion, the weasel inside bouncing back and forth against the hard hot interior wall of his bare flesh and the squishy, spring of the loose sheath. The feel of that extra weight in his groin only stimulated the wolverine further making him release a lusty growl.

Casey just kept his eyes tightly shut as he was tossed from one side to the other, hanging against the loose flesh one second before being pressed back against Blake's body the next. The pressure from the outside world increased as the wolverine continued to roll onto his large belly. His sheath hung between his muscular thighs in the loose, open fly boxer's he always preferred to wear over to his friends house. Like any male though the wolverine lowered his hips down and grinded softly against the floor before him still in a sleepy stupor; his lustful state was beginning to act up again with the movements and additional weight as well as warmth in his groin stirred with his movements. Blake just giggled at the pleasing feel that was coming from the spot as Casey was forced tighter against him half expecting for his eyes to pop out of his head from being compressed so. Thankfully the wall behind him acted as a sponge, sinking and forming around him and saving his life as well.

As the opening was grinded against the carpet floor Casey found himself sliding further inside until he was straddling his friend's thickening shaft's head. Pushing away from the wall the best he could Casey slid down one side of the black obsidian piece of meat that felt like a stove top; the heat and musk that was beginning to come off of it was arousing the weasel (if unwillingly so). Casey body began to perspire as the clamped space continued to roast him alive. And as Blake brought a paw down to rub himself Casey was in turned rubbed roughly against his thickening base, the length sliding up the side of the weasel's face and began to stick out of the ever shrinking sheath.

Gasping for air Casey pushed down at the bottom of the sheath, the loose flesh stretching slightly to the outline of his body as the whole thing began to fill with Wolverine cock. It continued to slide upwards across Casey's body, over his legs and stomach, chest and arms before slapping him in the face. Though the weasel wouldn't admit it he found himself enjoy the friction of the flesh running across his whole body, it was still smooth and a bit slick. How his legs were straddling the base of it and as Blake rubbed his paw ever more against his crouch, Casey was grinded against the manhood in front of him. Panting, gasping and now groaning Casey slid into a sitting position as the length finally escaped the sheath and throbbed, bouncing in mid air slightly above the carpeted floor before sliding down into and back into the wolverine's cock protector. The pressure on the sheath continued for some time. Blake finding the additional added weight and body in his sheath to be far more stimulating than his own throbbing cock. How the body squirmed inside him and moved, almost fighting back as Casey was grinded and rubbed against the sensitive area inside that living sleeping bag of musky loose flesh.

But it eased up and the wolverine shifted again resting his thighs up higher; his sack and sheath hung between his legs through the opening in the boxers, almost touching the carpet floor below. The weasel's body could be seen roughly as an outline in the limp sheath. Casey took another breath, swallowing loudly after the taste and smell that came along with it. The erect wolverine was on all fours panting as he began to wake from his drowsiness but mostly soaking in the feel of the smaller creature inside his sheath. Casey moved towards the only exit and in turn rubbed the base of Blake's erection. It throbbed as his small paws massaged its tree trunk like width. And collecting all the courage he possessed Casey took it on himself to poke his head out once more to try and grasp the situation he was in and get some fresh air.

The first thing that hit him, once more, was the cold sting of the morning air. Even gripping the fleshy walls of his would be sleeping bag he wanted nothing more than to hide back inside truly like a groundhog after seeing its shadow. The warm body heater behind him kept his toes nice and crisp, his leg's warm and his own groin slightly perspiring making him hot headed even in the cool morning air. The air, just the smell of everything around him only further clouded his thoughts with lust and made his groin feel all the warmer. And with every breath he took, a shiver ran through him as that musky oder filled his lungs. The cold with the heat. The musky smell around him of his friends arousal. All of these things were beginning to get to him and the small pint sized weasel began to pant.

Even seeing the strange fabric wall and out through the opening of the boxers at the dark brown furry belly of his friend; Casey just didn't want to think where exactly he was. To put things together. And that the nightmare he had last night was in fact reality. So he ducked back inside, nuzzling up against the warm furless body and shifting his paws around the sleeping bags other occupant and burrowing further inside to curl up at the bottom shivering.

The paws rubbing against his length made Blake shift a bit more. A lusty growl filling his throat as he turned to face the other side trying to find a good spot to rest. Casey's own body and breath in such a sensitive location was getting to the large wolverine even more. Blake found himself licking his lips several times as they had grown dry, figuring only that it was because of the cold air and his morning wood.

Taking a hefty paw he brought it down and adjusted himself paying no real attention to the strange lump inside. He enjoyed that feel far too much to want to investigate further and ruin the pleasurable twinge it gave him every couple of seconds. Just adjusting himself made that lump shift inside, making Blake feel that warm fluttery feeling inside once more. If this was his house he'd just stay all day like this. A paw in his boxer's playing with himself.

But sadly enough no matter how good this felt and how relaxing it was this wasn't Blake's home and the wolverine didn't want to get caught, again, with his paw down his shorts in his friends room. So, grudgingly, the wolverine pushed his bulk up to a sitting position and yawned loud enough to swallow a whole rabbit. He smacked his lips together, scratch his belly and looked around the room still with a paw in his boxers. His fingers propped ever so lightly at the bump in his sheath; lovingly caressing it and the shot of pleasure that came with it half wondering what it really was.

An eyebrow rose as he noticed, once more, that his friend wasn't in his bed. Unsure of what that meant he looked around the room half expecting to see him getting ready or sleeping elsewhere. Still looking around the room his attention was lost on the struggling bulge between his legs.

The wolverine's movements had caused Casey to loose his place at the very base of the that monstrous cock and with Blake's rising motion fell deeper inside. The naughty thoughts of the wolverine had shrunk the sheath even more creating little to no room for the weasel who was now forced against the wolverine still looking around the room for his friend (a paw still rubbing against Casey's outline). Struggling frantically, Casey only thoughts were not to become squished at this point in time. Twisting his paws and beating against the wall he let out a squeak as his very movements were only making the situation worse and the outside force was beginning to smother him in his friends loose fur and flesh.

Blake took a quick breath as the cool air washed over his erect black totem pole sticking up clearly through the opening in his boxers. Closing his eyes and rolling his neck backwards with a soft murr Blake played with the bulge some more, rolling it between his legs again. His thumb ran across his plump sheath before bouncing his loose sack a couple of times. Casey was bounced up and down with the motion.

Blake rose up onto his legs fully and arched his back, popping it in the process with a satisfied groan following. "Hadn't had that good of a sleep in a long time," he murmurred scratching his belly again as his head turned towards the bed.

With heavy pawsteps that shook the floor below, the wolverine lumbered over to the bedspread. Placing a paw on the edge he ran a hand acrossed it wondering just where his friend was. He bent himself down to sniff at the sheets loving the smell of it. Of the naked body that slept in it every night and all the lonely nights the weasel had spent in it not even bothering to wash the sheets afterwards. A grin spread across Blake's face at that. Peeking down at himself the grin only doubled.

Looking around to make sure the coast was clear, Blake tossed a heavy leg up onto the bed before jumping the rest of the way on. The motion only bounced Casey some more making him flip head over tail landing nose first. The dampening flesh reeked of the wolverines scent and if Casey wasn't frightened half to death he would've loved it.

Fearing the worse Casey shut his eyes, praying for a swift quick death. And even before Blake had a chance to take hold of himself there was a quick, sharp knock on the door.

"Breakfast is ready." Casey's mother said and her shrill voice made both of them wince. And with it Blake was able to regain himself, compose himself enough to figure that this wasn't going to happen...right now.

The wolverine begrudging sat up a bit. "Alright." He shouted back before looking around one more for his friend. "Casey's probably in the bathroom." He nodded at that, yawning once more and scratching himself.

He'd love nothing but to leave that object lodged in his sheath, Blake decided it was best to get rid of it. So he rolled his legs open, lowered his head down and with a long, cupping lick stuck his tongue into his sheath, slurping everything inside.

The first thing to hit Casey was the hot morning breath of the wolverine. It wasn't as bad as it could be, smelling like his earlier aftermath, but that humid warmth only made Casey groan. Then there was that tongue. Saliva coated it making it shine in the morning light. It dipped inside, pressing the loose flesh open before licking inside.

The first lick barely missed the small weasel, thankfully as well as a loud frightening gulp instantly followed. Casey tried to push back, using his hands and feet but this in turn worked against him. He wasn't grabbing anything and as the second lick came at him he found himself drenched in that thick saliva. It coated his body making him whimper as the third lick came at him, sliding under neath him, curling around his small body and drag him out and into the wolverine's hungry maw once more.

Casey was terrified, and slightly turned on, but managed to shout his friends name, crying out just in time as the tongue vanished into Blake's muzzle and snapping shut. The world around him was dark, humid and saliva coated everything in strings. That morning breath, combined with his after math, washed over Casey who was knocked backwards from the force.

The thick red muscle underneath him rolled like a wave lifting him up and sliding him down further into the back of the throat making Casey whimper once more as he stared in the pitch blackness at the gurgling sound he was slowly going towards.

The thought of breakfast made Blake's stomach rumble and he patted his belly, closing his eyes as he tasted that musky scent on his tongue. His taste buds were alive and he spent some time playing with the odd object. Rocking it back and forth and licking over it.

Blake tilted his head back planning on swallowing when a light went off in his head. Some warning that spurred his thoughts into action, recalling and remembering that wonderful dream he had just the other night. Even as he swallowed his mistake hit him, making his eyes widen and the pleasant bliss that he had been swimming in sunk into a pit of despair.

Casey rose once more with that tongue, the walls around him opening up and with a single slide began to be gulped into the wolverines hungry stomach. This slide was bumpy, warm and coated in saliva held no form of resistance as the weasel plunged into his doom.

Blake's throat bulged before he caught himself, throat tightening as he held up before gagging, coughing and practically throwing up into his hands once more. A saliva coated weasel fell onto into his cup palm, shivering and shacking a bit from the wild ride he had almost experienced of the wolverine's digestive track.

"Dude." Blake said stunned and looking down at the weasel who couldn't have been more than Four inches long.

Casey shook from the powerful voice and groaned loudly sitting up. "You're too loud!" He called up glaring before folding his ears back. The wolverine snout was directly in front of him. His black nose was wet and his maw was open, breath that humid air with it. His whole face was right before him and Blake was looking down his snout at him. "Dude." Casey mimicked his friend, eyes widening even more as he fell onto his back and scooted back.

He slipped in the saliva coated palm and just lay on his back looking at his giant friend who could easily enhale him if he so chose too.

"Your so...tiny." Blake said speaking loudly at first before lowering his voice and ears. "Sorry." He whispered.

"Yeah." Casey coughed spitting out to the side and sitting up slowly to look at his friend. A moment passed between the two neither fully able to realize just how large this situation was that they were in. "What now?" The weasel finally asked in a squaky voice.

Blake swallowed loudly, making the weasel stare out of morbid curiosity as the lump slid down his throat to vanish forever into the wolverines chest. It made Casey swallow nervously.

"I think...I have an idea." Blake said slowly before opening his maw widely once more making Casey squeak.