so I suggested a story idea to my wonderful partner Mr

and then I just got jelly and used ithe idea myself :D

So its basicly what happens when you take a trip to see your partner yet he meets you half way there :D

you could say that really it isnt furry beucase i never mention species or anyother thing really detailed about the little/big guys

IMMA DO A STORY HURDUR!

… um

Getting on bored the train you give a happy sigh as the all too familiar sound of the doors closing and the conductor giving the all too common dual beep to the driver to set off taking a seat just as you start to set off grinning as you now realise that you are well on the way to you’re boyfriends for a nice few days break. Shutting your eyes and leaning back into the not quite comfortable seat, the summers sun gently warming up your face as the countryside starts to fly by.

However these details are unimportant too you because tucked away in the privacy of your head your mind can not help but constantly bring up the wonderful point of view shots that your boyfriend sent you last night, with the simple action of shutting out the outside world you are able to feel the heat of being pressed down under his toes after he has been at work all day, the oppressive smells that come along with them, and his judging glance down at you only adding to the feeling of insignificance. And with a simple movement of his foot your entire view goes black and left only to feel the heat as well as the pressure all over you.

Meanwhile however out of your fantasy your boyfriend has planned to catch your train then travel the rest of the way back home with you for a nice surprise, giving a wide smile he sees your train approaching the station, moving to the edge of the platform he awaits your imminent arrival.

Your lusty trance is broken all too soon however as the conductor announces your approach to the next station, your eyes opening up slowly however the view makes you stand up quickly and turn from side to side to assess your surroundings. Everything seems foreign, alien if you will. However being into the kinks that you are you quickly deduct that everything is exactly the same as before, the only difference being that you have shrunk to a measly couple of centimetres, standing right in the middle of the seat you start to panic, every person getting off the train looking godlike in proportion to yourself. Waving your arms and screaming for some form of help is useless as even the slight groves of the seat prove too odd of a surface to stand on as all you achieve in your efforts is fall flat onto your front, each deep inhale of breath filled with a mix of your own smell and the odd musk that would normally be unnoticeable to the gods you are now surrounded by.

With a grin as wide as ever your boyfriend now gets onto the train, taking a quick glance he notices your distinctive bag, however no you. Giving a smile and assuming you have simply gone to the toilet he shuffles into the tight space between the seats and simply takes the open seat, gently wiggling his self into the seat and giving a content sigh after waiting about for so long and finely being able to take a seat.

Taking a moment to gather your thoughts as people start to bored the train you look to the side, across the barren landscape of the two seats you can not help but glance upon the godly entities that glide by, none really posing any interest or imminent danger until some one that makes your heart skip a beat makes an appearance. Your boyfriend, looking so pleased with his self as he looks directly at you, but not acknowledging your existence as if you are not worthy for his gaze.

Your eyes stay locked to him as his body moves to clearly take a seat, much to your joy and worry you can tell by him shuffling sideways and dispite his size he is seemingly instantly over your tiny body, his ass positioned directly over you as it eclipses the unnatural light of the carriage, each fold and crease on his jeans enough to challenge the size of the grand canyon, its decent quick yet slow at the same time as you only have enough time to roll into your back and give a gasp of awe before you are pressed down by the unthinkable mass over you down into the cheap stitching of your world, your lower body pressed down and trapped just under the crotch of his jeans as you are forced to look up, your view mostly taking up by the titanic bulge of his crotch and past that you can make out his face miles above you, clearly quickly taking in his all too common surroundings as you are quickly greeted too your new location by a very well known musk too you, only magnified one hundred fold as his natural body heat blankets the rest of your body that isn’t blanketed by his body.

You squirm and try your up most to move away from your situation in a adrenalin powered panic, yet you know deep down this is by far the most amazing thing to happen to you in a hell of a long time.


After what seems like a life time under your god you are gifted as somehow you manage to get yourself free, dragging yourself from out under your unaware boyfriend you slowly start to drag yourself forward on the seat, hoping to make yourself more noticeable. Soon you find yourself standing upon seemingly the end of the world, looking down miles upon miles you are surrounded on both sides by walls of jean clad legs leading all the way down to a ocean of red carpet, the two cruise ship size shoes impossibly huge and you find yourself having to stare in a sickening mix of fear and interest.

You can not help but to continue looking as the shoes and legs around you shift, one shoe goes behind the other and gives a kick, the simple action causing the item of footwear to be cast away, revealing the bright green striped sock clinging tightly around the single foot, you can only watch awestruck as that foot is lifted upwards, the bulk around you moving as the foot is placed onto your boyfriends knee. The sole of that sock now pointing towards you with the toes resting closest to the seat. You take a sharp gasp as the air around you becomes polluted with the heat dampness and raw manly smell emanating from those toes in front of you as the idly flex and wiggle under their fabric coverings almost as if to tease and tantalise you.


A sudden jolt knocks you off your gazing as the train passes over a set of points, distracted by the toes and the sudden movement you fall. shouting all the way looking back up at the foot that has doomed you to this fate, as you close into the floor a much stronger heat suddenly pushes up past you too meet you half, looking down just at the right time to watch the side walls of the freshly discarded boot rush past you. landing with a thump you land on your back, directly in the centre of where his heal would have been, ridges of insole surround you as if you where sitting in the bottom of a drained lake, impossible walls surround you miles away, taking a glance ahead you see the walls disappear into almost endless darkness, the heat and smells coming from there could easily be mistaken for a dragons lair, looking back up to the only source of fresh air and light as a direct contrast. The only things visual being a single leg reaching into the heavens, as well as the total darkness that is the opening of the tunnel of his jeans.