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The Big Leagues: Chapter One – A New Job

By Cimmaron Spirit

Commission for DDFantasy

WARNING: This story contains: macro, micro, size-difference, human, snow leopard, wolf, partial and full nudity, masturbation, anal sex, oral sex, M/M, M/Solo, public exhibitionism, excessive cum, danger, voyeurism, and more. If you aren’t 18, or you aren’t interested in what I just said, then you might as well go find something else to read. Otherwise, enjoy!

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Henry took a deep breath as he gazed up at the building in front of him. It was five stories tall, the red and brown brick building built like an ancient castle with towers and battlements that were now purely decorative. The window panes shimmered in the early morning sun, turning the front of the building into a dazzling display not unlike diamonds in a jewelry store display case. Green ivy vines snaked up along the edge of the building, though it was carefully maintained and pruned, much like the trees and flower beds all around the building.

It was an imposing structure in general. Considering it was the main hall of a highly respected university, it had to be: the outward face of a prestigious post-secondary institution of note.

And since it was at least twenty times larger than anything Henry had seen before, it was even more massive and towering.

The Macro University was the premier establishment for giants in the country, with many of the most famous and well-known macros having walked through these doors and studied in its halls. The best and brightest found their way here, through scholarships, family connections, and sometimes sheer will and determination. The leaders of the macro community, and the world, were forged here.

Henry was not here to study though, but that didn’t do anything to settle the butterflies in his stomach. Besides the fact that most of the faculty and students were at least 100 feet tall, and some reached 130, he already had his education at a much less prestigious university, one for micros. And he was lucky at that: a couple generations ago, micros would never have had the chance to study like that in the first place.

But he was here to make history.

He would be the first micro coach of a macro soccer team.

Despite the high esteem and vaunted legacy of the Macro University, its sport’s program had been struggling for years in the face of other institutions for giants. It’s track and field, football and hockey teams were mediocre at best, with the occasional star student rising up before flaring out or being recruited to another university. It had been over twenty years since the soccer team in particular had even got into the playoffs at the end of the season, much less to the championship game.

Henry knew they were taking a big gamble with him. While Henry had success coaching in the Micro League, leading his old team to championships three years running, it would be very different when you only came up to the ankle of the striker, or were a speck to the goalie.

“Oh hey! Are you Henry?” a deep voice boomed way up above him.

Henry snapped his head up, to see a giant wolf, over 120 feet tall, looking down with a smile. The wolf, his grey fur immaculately groomed and trimmed, wearing a dark blue suit jacket and black tie.

And no pants.

The tiny human could see the wolf’s flaccid cock and hefty balls hanging high above him, free to be seen by everyone else.

Henry knew that macros rarely, if ever, actually wore pants, and often went around in the nude. There were many reasons given over the centuries: not enough cloth produced in the world way back when to adequately cover them up; their culture didn’t consider nudity such a taboo like the micros; they were large and in charge, and liked to show it off with their massive dicks that tower over micros, or boobs that could squish entire villages; or just because they were always horny, and didn’t want anything to get in the way.

It was most likely some combination of all of them.

But that knowledge still didn’t make Henry that much more comfortable with the casual nudity of macros. While he knew his own sexual orientation was in favor of males, that didn’t mean he was in favor of seeing dicks all the time…

Or was he?

“I’m Dr. Lupus. We spoke over the phone,” the wolf said, bending down onto his knees in front of Henry, and making his uncovered junk that much more impossible to ignore.

“Oh, yes,” Henry said, pushing a smile on his face as he spoke with the dean of the University. “It’s, uh, a pleasure to meet you in person.”

“Likewise,” Dr. Lupus said with a smile, before he held a hand out, laying it down on the ground palm up in front of Henry. “If you wish, I can give you a hand to my office so we can talk.”

The offered paw was larger than a king-sized bed to Henry, the black paw pads like giant pillows.

“This is only if you want to, but it will be faster to get around if I carry you.”

Henry cautiously approached the paw, past the foot long claws on the tip of the wolf’s fingers, before stopping at the edge. “This is safe?”

“I’ve had practice over the years. Never dropped a micro,” the wolf replied.

That wasn’t fully reassuring. How much practice? How many micros did he carry in that time?

Well, it was that or try to follow in the wolf’s footsteps. And even professional micro runners would struggle to keep up with a single stride of a macro. That was just math.

Henry took a deep breath, pulling himself up onto the paw, and got himself settled.

The university dean stood up once Henry was on his hand, the speed and pressure pushing the much smaller human into the paws.

“Oh, sorry about that,” Dr. Lupus said, as Henry swayed from the induced vertigo. “I’ll try to go slower next time.”

“It’s… no problem…” Henry croaked, trying to keep his breakfast down. He was lucky to not be afraid of heights. At least not yet.

“Anyway, let’s go in,” Dr. Lupus said, turning around and heading for the big, double doors to the university.

The halls were fairly quiet: being a Saturday before classes start, there were few people around the university. The occasional macro would walk by, saying hi to the wolf that was carrying Henry, while teams of janitorial micros, pushing brooms or mops, using special jetpacks to clean windows and display cases or getting to dust in hard-to-reach places, scurrying along specially built passageways built into the walls to allow the staff to move around quickly and safely. Henry watched as his fellow micros worked their best to prepare the college for the start of the year.

He did notice a lot of posters along the hall. While some were your standard promotion of the university and the various faculties, clubs and nearby restaurants and bars, there were quite a few that stood out to Henry: namely the signs and warnings regarding “Appropriate Micro Handling” and “Treat Tinies Timidly!” “It’s the Law: Be Nice to Micros!” “Ask Permission Before Picking Them Up” and other such wordings.

“I’m glad that you agreed to come on board,” the wolf said, his voice booming and ringing in Henry’s ears due to him being so much closer to the source. “Your credentials are exceptional, and I think you’d be perfect for the Macro University soccer team.”

“Well, thank you,” Henry replied, shuddering a bit as the giant gave him praise for his coaching skills. “But I’m just... I don’t know how to put this…”

“Nervous?” Dr. Lupus suggested, as he turned a corner in the polished marble floor hallways.

“I guess? After all, I am the first micro to coach a macro team. First’s often have a habit of being very rough for everyone involved.”

The dean shrugged. “Your abilities and your skill should be more than enough to get them to listen to you. After all, you were the coach of a championship team a couple times over.”

“Yeah, in a league more my size,” Henry muttered under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” Henry said, hurriedly. “I’m glad for the opportunity, believe me. I just hope that I’ll be worthy of your trust.”

Dr. Lupus gave a small, toothy smile, as he opened the door to his office. “The goal of our college is to prepare macros for the world. And in our modern society, micros of talent and skill are finding their way into fields and areas that normally would have been a macro’s sole area of expertise. So the more micros that are here, teaching and training the next generation of macros, the better things will be.”

The wolf walked over to the giant plateau of a desk in the middle of the room, made of expensive and finely carved wood, and set Henry down on the surface, next to a pen holder that towered over the tiny human.

“Of course, that doesn’t mean that we are going to expect you to do it by yourself. In order to make this transition as smooth as possible, the university is ready and willing to give you whatever tools you think you will need to help along,” the dean said, as he sat in the leather chair. “Whatever you need, we will get.”

Henry sat against the pen holder. “Well, can we get earpieces for all the players, and a headset for myself to be able to communicate?”

The Dean reached forward to pick up the expensive fountain pen from the holder that Henry was leaning against, before pulling out a piece of paper that would have been big enough to cover the floor of his apartment, and scribbled the note on it.

“Anything else?”

“Uh… maybe a drone or something I can sit on in order to move around the field quickly?”

“Makes sense,” the dean said, adding another note. “Can use that to get yourself around the campus too so you aren’t reliant on being carried around.”

“And maybe a tablet or something where I can draw things on, but which will be made large enough for everyone to see?” Henry added, trying to think of all the things he used as a coach when he was leading a team his own size, and would now need when coaching those 20 times taller than him.

“Of course. I’m sure the tech department can whip up most of this stuff, easily enough,” the dean said, setting the pen down next to Henry. “And if you find out that there is anything else you need, you just let me know and we can get it for you.”

“Well thank you very much,” Henry said, somewhat comforted by the Dean’s words of support in what was going to be a tough job.

The wolf looked at his wrist watch, which was as large as a dining platter to Henry. “Well, I guess it’s time to show you your accommodations.”

“My accommodations?” Henry asked, confused. “I have my own apartment…”

“Bah!” the dean said, standing up from his desk, and showing off his exposed genitalia to the micro as he did so, once again. Was Henry ever going to get used to that?

“The university decided that we would give you your own living quarters on campus. Since there are so few transport links between the macro and micro parts of the city, it would have been unfair to ask you to spend so much of your salary on transport to get here. So we are going to cover your housing expenses as long as you are the coach for the Macro University.”

Henry did have to admit: getting to the university from his apartment had been quite the adventure, taking almost an hour and a half of riding small busses and a taxi, before walking what felt like miles to get to the campus.

Dr. Lupus put his hand, palm up, on the desk again, letting Henry climb up onto the leathery paw pads.

“Though, I will say that the quarter’s I’m taking you to will just be temporary, for now,” the Dean said. “In time, the university will be looking into getting you a more appropriate home to get you settled in.”

Henry shrugged as he was lifted up and carried out of the office. He knew that most of the five hundred strong micro staff for the university already lived on campus, in apartments in either the basement or in specially designed buildings on the grounds. They were dollhouses compared to the massive, cavernous halls and towering dorm buildings that the students lived in, but apparently comfortable enough despite it.

“Well, that is very generous of you, and the university,” Henry said, as they left the dean’s office.

“Gotta treat our soon to be champion coach right!”

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“And we are almost there,” the giant wolf said, as he pushed open the door to one of the student dorm buildings on campus.

“I’m living with the students?” Henry asked, surprised and confused as he was carried past the bored looking lion guard at the front desk and toward the elevator. They had walked through most of the university to get here. If Henry had to walk that distance, it would have taken hours. But he also noticed that there were some miniature railways set up to move micros around campus, running haphazardly alongside some of the larger buildings, through tunnels under sidewalks, and flimsy looking bridges stretching between buildings. But Henry knew that they would have been among the strongest and most stable structures ever built: Micros knew their engineering after living in the shadows of colossuses for millennia.

“Temporarily,” the dean replied, as the elevator door opened, and Dr. Lupus stepped in with Henry in hand. “The only micro quarters we have is for the janitorial and cooking staff. And those are rather crowded already. Don’t think it’s that fitting to have our new soccer coach living down there, elbow to elbow with other micros. Too noisy. Too uncomfortable.

“No, our new coach deserves something better. We are already working on the process to build a small village for some of the higher-ranking micro staff, but that’s still in the design phase. It could be a few months before that’s ready.”

Henry wasn’t really listening now, as his mind was running a million miles an hour.

The thought of living in a room of macros made Henry wince.

The thought of living with some of the macro players he was soon going to have to coach gave him a cold sweat.

The thought of living with a bunch of young, horny, macro soccer players that he was supposed to be in charge of made him mortified.

All the spooky stories told around campfires or under sheets during a sleepover when he was younger, and the tales of how macros would often handle micros sensationalized in the newspapers more recently, all came flooding back.

There were laws in the books now that the tiny folks were supposed to equal to the giants that had long ruled them, and they had long since passed the time when micros were little more than playthings for macros to use for their own gratification and desires, usually sexual, domineering or violent in nature. But there were still the stories and rumors of what happened behind closed doors. Of micro’s vanishing from the streets and into trafficking rings, of fetishists who used micros for their more carnal desires.

The fact that more than ninety percent of beings on this planet spent most of their lives actively trying to avoid the attention of macros, and having hundreds of years of lived experience to know the consequences of catching the eye of a macro, or even just simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time of a particularly horny or violent giant.

“Here we are,” Dr. Lupus announced, stopping outside the door of one of the dorm rooms. The giant wolf was oblivious to Henry’s internal struggle as he knocked on the wooden door. “The players you will be staying with arrived a couple of days ago for the start of the school year.”

The thundering booms made Henry even more anxious. Did he just get lured into a trap? Did he just sign his life away by the crazy thought that he could be the first micro coach of a macro soccer team? Was the dean who was holding him on this? Would anyone even know what might happen to him?

When the door opened with a tired looking snow leopard standing there without even a shirt on, and with a hard cock visible for the whole world, Henry’s fears were not in any way mitigated.

“Oh, Arnold!” Dr. Lupus exclaimed, in no way phased by the young adult macro’s nudity, and in fact giving a big beaming smile to the 120-foot-tall titan. “I want to introduce your new soccer coach, Henry.”

The wolf’s paw lifted up, and the tiny human was shown off to the other macro, much like one would show off an heirloom to a guest.

Henry stifled a whimper of terror, and tried to force a smile on his face. “H-hello.”

The snow leopard rubbed his eyes, and yawned, showing off his sharp rows of feline teeth to the terrified human. “Hmm? Oh, yeah… the shrimp coach,” Arnold mumbled.

“Hey, we talked about this,” Dr. Lupus said, his voice suddenly firm and strict. “You and your teammates are supposed to treat him like you would a regular coach. Because he is.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Arnold said, yawning again. “I’m sure we’ll get along with him just fine.”

Dr. Lupus looked down, to see Henry nearly cowering in his hand.

“Dammit,” the wolf muttered under his breath. “The university got your team a highly respected coach, who has already taken teams to championships, and this is how you treat him?”

“I was just joking around…” Arnold started, before the dean let out a low snarl.

“You should be thankful that Henry here even agreed to it!” the wolf thundered. “Because he sure as hell could have stayed coaching people more his size, and not take a gamble with you guys.”

Arnold sighed. “Fine. Sorry. Won’t happen again.”

“Good, so long as we are on the same page,” Dr. Lupus said, before glancing into the room past the grey and white furred macro. “Where is James?”

“I dunno, out he’s running or something,” Arnold said, yawning again. “He seems to actually like mornings.”

“It’s almost 11.”

“Still not noon.”

Dr. Lupus rolled his eyes. “Has the portable apartment arrived yet?”

“I think so, let me just go check,” Arnold said, turning around and walking back into the dorm room.

The macro wolf carrying the tiny human followed into the room, where boxes and suitcases were still stacked up on top of each other in a small living area and kitchenette, with a cheap metal table and two only moderately comfortable chairs. There were three other doors: one lead to a bathroom, and the other two lead to two smaller rooms: Henry could see into Arnold’s, and the messed-up bed, computer desk and swivel chair, and even more boxes of stuff that was brought to make this dorm room more like home.

Arnold came up to the table, setting down what looked like a shoebox to him, but built much sturdier. He reached down to plug a cord into the wall, and lights flickered on inside the box, revealing that it was a fully furnished home for a micro: through the windows Henry could see a living area, kitchen, and more. It looked even nicer than his regular apartment did!

“There,” Arnold said. “A place for coach.”

Dr. Lupus lowered his hand toward the table, and Henry, cautious and nervously, walked toward the door on the side, but hesitated before going in.

If this was just a ruse, something to get him to let his guard down before they snatched him away, then trapping him in such a box would be the perfect way to do it… right?

“Is there something wrong?” Dr. Lupus said. “We had that commissioned by some of the best micro architects in the city just for you.”

“I… I…” Henry stammered, swallowing, trying to figure out what he was going to say. Was he going to say what he was really feeling about living with macros? Would he just going to hope that this wasn’t a scam to turn him into a sex toy?

“Arnold, can you leave us for a second?” Dr. Lupus said, glancing over at the naked snow leopard.

The feline looked confused, but shrugged his shoulders and walked back to his bed room, followed by the door closing, and then several thousand pounds bouncing on a mattress the size of a city block, at least according to Henry’s much reduced scale of seeing things.

Dr. Lupus bent down, until he was nearly eye level with Henry. “This is about living with macros, isn’t it?”

Henry couldn’t even muster the strength to say anything, instead giving a small nod of his head.

“I’ve made it clear to Arnold and James, the other student who lives here, that if anything does happen to you, they will be expelled,” the dean said. “I will be mentioning it with the rest of the soccer team as well. The university has a very stringent ‘hands off micros’ policy; unless the micro asks or approves, they cannot be handled by a macro at all. I only carried you before because you accepted it.”

“Well, that’s reassuring…” Henry said, not fully convinced by it. How many school policies did Henry violate when he was a student? How could anyone actually keep up on it all?

“Why did you accept this job then if you are scared of macros?” Dr. Lupus asked.

“It’s not that I’m scared of macros,” Henry said, though his voice said otherwise. “It’s just that… I thought that I’d only be coaching. In public. Where people would see it. It’s a very different thing when it’s behind closed doors between a macro and a micro.”

“I guess we should have mentioned about accommodation,” Dr. Lupus sighed. “Well, if you would rather, we can get you out of your contract, and you can go back to your part of the city.”

This is your chance to get out of here, a voice in the back of Henry’s mind screamed.

“You said this would be temporary, right?”

“At least a couple of months,” the wolf said.

“Then I think I can wait a couple of months,” Henry said, swallowing back his concerns. “But if something does happen, I’m quitting.”

Like you would be able to get out of here before someone could catch you.

The wolf let a smile cross his face. “Thank you.” He stood up, his own cock and balls now eye level with Henry. “That’s all I can ask for.”

The door opened, then slammed shut a moment later, making Henry jump.

Dr. Lupus turned around. “Ahh, James. Nice to see you.”

A macro human, with blonde hair and a green jersey all covered in sweat, walked around he wolf. “Hello Dr. Lupus,” he said, nodding to the wolf. He was maybe a bit shorter, at 110 feet tall, but he seemed to be just as athletically built as the snow leopard from earlier. And just like the other macros, he didn’t wear any pants. And his cock was stiff and erect, with even some preseed oozing from the tip.

“And this is Henry,” Dr. Lupus said, waving a hand toward the micro standing next to the doll house. “We talked about him the other day.”

“Oh yeah!” James said, a smile crossing his face, before he bent down toward the micro on the table. “I’d been following the micro leagues, and your championship run last year. If you can do that for our team, then we could sweep the whole college circuit!”

Henry was taken aback. “Uh… thank you,” he said, trying to give a genuine smile. “I didn’t know that macros paid much attention to our sports.”

“Not many of us, no,” James said. “But I just love soccer, and I just want to see all of it that I can!”

Dr. Lupus gave a chuckle. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about with James here,” the wolf said, resting a clawed hand on the shoulder of the macro human. “I bet he would do everything in his power to make sure no harm comes to you at all, isn’t that right?”

“Of course!” James said, grinning ear to ear.

The smile was… excited. Like what one would have on their face when they meet someone famous, not if they were planning on doing mean and horrible things, or, like Arnold earlier, just showing off his strength and power thanks to his size alone.

Maybe… maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all?

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Henry’s new apartment was very nice, actually: much better than the dorm room it was inside. It was furnished with furniture that would have been just outside of his budget in his old job (and might still be with his new one), along with paintings and a tasteful blue and white paint scheme. There was a fully stocked kitchen and dining room, a living room with a big screen TV and leather couches, a bathroom with a large bathtub, and a bedroom with a queen-sized bed and enough drawers and closet for his wardrobe three times over. Later he would have to go back to his part of the city, pack his apartment up, and move back to the university. He would be stuck with that old apartment for a while yet, since he still had a few months in his contract. But that just meant he didn’t have to bring everything over right away.

The only thing with the apartment that the tiny man was concerned about was location, namely still on the top of a table that left him virtually stranded, at least until he got something to be able to fly around: Dr. Lupus promised to get a drone for Henry as soon as possible to rectify that issue.

But even with the drone and the ability to get off the table, he would still be trapped in the dorm room, with no easy way to leave unless he would be small enough to wiggle out under the door, which he might just be. Though that would leave the drone trapped in the room.

Henry’s head was hurting trying to think through everything, all the stuff that would go right and wrong, and how to avoid the really bad stuff.

“It could never be easy, could it?” Henry muttered, as he strolled across the table top, trying to get used to seeing the tabletop as his floor, not as something that people would normally eat on.

“I can always let you out when you need it,” James said, casually sitting on one of the chairs in a blue t-shirt (and still no pants… did macros even own pants?) One of his hands was on the table, holding up his head and watching Henry, like how someone would watch a pet doing their own thing: a mixture of amusement and concern. His other hand was out of sight. The movements of James’ shoulders, a slow moving and twitching, told Henry that what he was doing with that hand wasn’t something he wanted to find out right now…

“Yeah, but what if you guys are gone and I need to get out? Or I’m out and need to get in?”

James pondered, before shrugging. “We can figure something out. Maybe a door opener? I’m sure the tech department could think of something.”

Henry sighed, before sitting in a lawn chair he found in the entry way of the mini-apartment he had been given. “This is just… so weird.”

“Oh? That you are a coach for a macro team now?” James asked.

“Well, partially,” Henry answered. “But also living with macros.”

James shuffled in his much more uncomfortable chair, his arm still slowly moving up and down. “There is a reason that everything is so segregated. There is evidence, from before the rise of civilization, that macros and micros lived in harmony, or at the very least together.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I took a class on Micro History last year, for my course requirement. Taught by a micro teacher too. It was very interesting.”

“So you’ve had some experience with micros before, huh?” Henry said, his mind eased even more.

“Yeah, though the prof was just a temporary hire. Someone who came in to taught the class, didn’t live on campus or anything. But it sure did open my mind to what you little guys go through.”

“Well, hopefully the rest of the team will be as open minded as you,” Henry said, before sitting up out of his lawn chair. “So, if I remember from the files, you’re the goalie for your team, correct?”

“Yep! I was the backup goalie last year, but the previous goalie graduated, so now I’m the lead. But when I did play, I only let in two shots,” James said, before his sunny disposition faded. “But the other guy was such an arrogant hot head with family ties to the university, and the old coach not wanting to rock the boat, that I never got a chance to actually start a game. One of the reasons we lost, I bet. He couldn’t stop a ball to save his own dick!”

Henry nodded, though he felt a bit iffy about the metaphor. Nepotism had a way of destroying anything it touched: sports was no exception. He knew from his prior research that family ties and money was more important before. But with a new coach, and a bunch of new players, maybe he could turn it around?

“Though he was a pretty good fuck in the locker rooms afterwards. Most likely the reason he was kept around so long. But he could have been on defense in the field and still gave good head. And his ass! Whew!” The arm attached to the hidden hand was moving faster and faster now…

“Whoa now,” Henry said, shaking his head. “Way too much information!”

“Hmm?” James said, as strings of white cum suddenly shot up, arching almost to the macro’s chin, before landing on his blue shirt. Some more ropes of cum splattered on the tile floor, fifty some feet below.

One shot landed on the table, the huge glob of spunk landing near Henry and making him jump to avoid being splattered by the giant’s ejaculate. The surprise white pond was nearly the size Henry was.

“Ack!” Henry exclaimed, trying to avoid the other shots of cum.

“Oh… sorry,” James said, his cheeks turning red, nervously chuckling. “I… um… got carried away. So used to just being able to jack off wherever, you know?”

“Err, yeah,” Henry said, the display of the macro’s heightened sexual urges and lowered inhibitions reminding him that he was definitely not at home anymore. Micros, even today, were practically Puritanical in their aversion to sex, which was most likely thanks to generations being lorded over by such profligate lewdness. While there were some cracks in the idea of nudity and public displays of the body and affection being bad things, it wasn’t likely that micros were going to be starting city wide orgies any time soon either.

James quickly stood up, twisting himself around to avoid showing Henry his cum covered cock, but broadcasting his bare buttocks instead, as the macro human retreated to his bedroom. James returned a moment later, now shirtless but his cock having softened and most of the mess cleaned up on himself, with a towel to clean up the mess he made. “I’ll try to not do that in front of you, if that will make you feel more comfortable.”

“Uh… yeah, okay,” Henry said, though deep down he knew, he was going to have to get used to this.

Then again, he wasn’t totally opposed to seeing the giant’s athletic body, trim and shapely, finely toned muscled…

God, I’m turning into a pervert already!

“Umm, I’m going to check on something… in my house. Be right back!” Henry said, sprinting to the door of the tabletop apartment before James could say anything.

Henry slammed the door to the house, glancing down to see the tent in his own pants. He knew macros had no real concept of keeping the personal and the business sides of life separate: masturbating or having a quick fuck was just a good away as closing a deal as a handshake, or sexual relations between a college professor and an adult student wasn’t seen as much different as going to ask for help with homework.

Then again, he was twenty times smaller than James. So what really could he do other than being a plaything for him, if he really wanted too…?

“Aaaagh,” Henry groaned, shuddering as he felt his cock throb in his pants at the thought. “I’ve never been turned on by macros before… why now?”

Was it something to do with being around such horny giants all the time? Did they emit something that made micros just as riled up, some pheromones or musk or something?

Henry took some deep breaths, trying to calm down. Thinking of anything else, and not the young and very virile giant outside.

After a few minutes, with his own hardon going down and having shoved the thoughts of the giants and their sexual escapades down into a sub-basement of his mind, Henry was finally ready to walk out of his apartment again.

Only to see that the snow leopard, still naked from when Henry first met him, had emerged from his room, and was making out with James.

Henry stood there transfixed, as Arnold and James passionately kissed, their hands exploring each other’s bodies, the cocks that were four times James’ height rubbing together.

After what seemed like an eternity, they finally pulled away, panting heavily.

“Well, good morning to you too, sleepy head,” James said, with a chuckle.

“It’s going to be really good soon,” Arnold replied, his clawed hands wrapping around James’ cock, giving the macro human’s member a few strokes.

“Oh, is the kitty hungry for some dick?” James asked in a mocking tone, though with his pink pole throbbing in Arnold’s hand, it was pretty clear that he was just as interested.

Arnold rolled his eyes, but was already bending down and getting onto his knees, wrapping his muzzle around the human’s cock. He took almost the full length in a single gulp, his nose brushing against James’ clean-shaven groin. The snow leopard then slowly pulled back, his rough feline tongue trailing behind, making the giant human shudder and loudly moan.

“Ohhh, fuck! That tongue is amazing!” James panted, his fingers digging into the think grey and white fur on Arnold’s head, as the gargantuan feline began sucking off his roommate.

Henry could only watch, transfixed and stunned, as Arnold so easily and casually began sucking off James, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Well, for the macros, it would have been.

James did nothing to hide his pleasure, loudly panting and moaning, random words and garbled statements streaming from his mouth as he started humping into Arnold’s face. Henry half expected some banging on the wall to tell the two fornicating macros to keep it down, but nothing came. Were they the only ones in this part of the dorm? Were the walls thick enough to block out the noise?

Or, much more likely, did anyone care?

“Oh… fuck… getting… close…” James panted, toes curling and his body twitching.

But Arnold pulled away right then, right before his roommate could hit climax.

“Oh, not yet you aren’t,” Arnold smirked, before turning around, placing his hands on the wall, the long and fluffy tail of his lifting up to show his curvy backside.

James’ protests at being denied orgasm died on the tip of his tongue, and was replaced with a sultry grin, followed by a gentle smack and squeeze of the feline’s rump. “Oh, so you want me to fill ya, eh?”

“I haven’t had a dick since I got here,” Arnold replied, his body shuddering as James ran his fingers through his fur. “So you can do the honors.”

The human grinned, pulling the snow leopard’s body back to grind against his saliva coated cock back and forth, until finally lining up his manhood with the offered tailhole, James pushed in, making both of the giants gasp and moan.

Henry was nearly knocked off his feet by the loud rumble that came from the macros, as James pushed his entire cock deep into Arnold’s ass, the tightness of the passage and the thickness of the intruder played havoc on both of their nerves and bodies.

“Fuck, you are tight,” James moaned, but that didn’t stop him from slowly pulling out, before pushing back in before the head of his cock slipped out.

“You’re just big,” Arnold replied, but the deep purr from his throat told the macro human that it wasn’t that much of a problem.

But youthful libido soon took over from the passionate and slow movements, and James’ hips began to move faster, pulling out and ramming back his cock quicker, making the snow leopard moan and gasp as he was roughly fucked from behind, though he was pushing back and pulling off in time with James’ own hip thrusts.

Arnold’s tail wrapped around James’ body, while one of James’ hands slipped off of the snow leopard’s hips and around to the long, throbbing cock on Arnold’s groin. The human giant’s hand wrapped around the pulsing shaft, and began to stroke in time with his own rutting of the feline’s rear.

Unbeknownst to the macros, Henry was still standing in front of his miniaturized apartment, watching as the giants fucked. Henry, so engrossed, found his hand reaching into his pants, stroking himself off as he watched the giants go at it. He bit his lip and curled his toes as he felt his own orgasm start to edge closer and closer.

In the heat of the moment, James suddenly pulled Arnold closer to him, wrapping both arms around the snow leopard’s chest and holding him tight. As they moved, Arnold’s paw stepped into one of the puddles of cum from James’ previous session, which made him slip and loose his footing.

The two giants suddenly began to fall, directly toward Henry.

The micro could only wince and crouch as he felt like this was the end… being crushed by fucking macros.

BAM! BAM! In rapid succession, two loud bangs echoed in Henry’s ears, knocking him over as Arnold’s arms grabbed hold of the table, bracing himself just over Henry and his apartment. Henry was soon doused in the hot breath of the snow leopard, just above him, as James grabbed hold of Arnold’s shoulders with one hand, his hips slamming into the furred ass of his roommate with blinding speed, and his other hand continued stroking the snow leopard’s cock.

Henry gasped, surprised to still be alive, even if he was in the shadow of the two giants.

And… part of him thought it was hot.

“F… f… fuck…. I’m close…” James panted, grinding his teeth together to try to hold back, just to hold back a bit more.

“Hell yeah! Fill me!” Arnold gasped and moaned.

And with a couple more, heavy impact slaps of the human hips ramming into the furry butt, and a gasping crying moan, James hit his orgasm, slamming in, clenching his toes and fingers as his balls pumped out their load, directly into Arnold’s ass.

Almost simultaneously, Arnold’s cock also spasmed, shooting a thick wad of seed directly at a dazed and confused Henry.

Unlike the last time when James had been jacking off, this time the huge white glob of seed impacted the micro human, coating him head to toe in snow leopard spunk. The impact was so much that he was forced to exhale in shock, resulting in him swallowing some of the cum, and he was pushed back almost right to the wall of the apartment.

But that was just the first shot. Even more cum rocketed from the tip, turning the top of the table into a white pond very quickly. Henry struggled to be able to breath, coated in thick and viscous seed which made him shoot his own load in his pants. But the micros load was miniscule compared to the macros.

And the macro’s orgasm seemed to last forever. James gave a few soft hip thrusts as he drained himself, making both of the giants shudder and shake as their sensitive bodies tried to come to grips with the sensations. But eventually, James finally pulled away from a shaky Arnold, collapsing into a chair as part of his seed that had been deposited was rejected, landing on the floor with a heavy splat!

“F-fuck…” Arnold moaned, his whole body shaking, making the table tremble as if in a minor earthquake. “You really know how to make a cat feel good.”

“You flatter me,” James said with a sardonic grin, before glancing over at the table top, and then he suddenly shot up.

“Oh shit! Henry!” James exclaimed, digging into the cum puddle and pulling out the tiny human from the lake of sperm. “Are you okay?”

Henry gasped, sputtered, trying to clear his mouth and throat. “I… I think so…” Henry croaked, sprawling out on James’ hand, panting heavily.

“Oops,” Arnold said, wincing as he looked at the tiny human that was supposed to be his soccer coach. “Sorry… I must have been more pent up than I thought.”

James just laid back, looking up at the two macros looking down on him, their faces red, sweat dripping from their foreheads and naked bodies after their intense lovemaking session.

“N-next time…” Henry gasped. “Next time let me get a rain coat first.”