Your size matters (part four)

Story by IsaacKonos on SoFurry

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Part four of the series macro-micro story I have been writing. I'm impressed I have got the discipline to make it this far, and I'm loving how the story is unfolding itself. I hope you enjoy it too.

Part one

Part two

Part three

If you don't want download it, Google-drive link for ya.

All characters belongs to me.

Posted using PostyBirb


Millo finished his shower, he casually towel-dried himself. The rabbit boy didn't miss any single part of any single tuft of fur as he slowly dried his skinny, soft-curled body. After that, Millo walked close to what looked like a small bathroom cabinet, only different. It looked more futuristic and designed to be efficient, although fancy.

The bunny boy opened it, and inside of it, there were small, round crystal balls. Each one of those cyber crystal was, in fact, a storage unit for clothes. This is how the system works: once the individual steps close to it, the system detects the cyber-lines implanted in the body, and by using Near-field communication, tech exchanges information between the user and the system itself.

Once the subject decides what kind of clothes he wants to use, the system uses the micro-replicators implanted in the body of the user to materialize the piece of cloth out of pure energy. What is so cool about it is that they don't even need to wear clothes at all, nobody does, in fact.

They have reached a level of technological wonder so high that clothes became unnecessary when it comes to protecting from the effects of the environment. Citizens only wear clothes for taste or status. Well, at least until now, since they are living under a quarantine imposed by some sort of new, severe virus breaking through.

After the bunny selected the cloth, he desired the most, out of infinite combinations one could choose from a genuine high mind like data-base, Millo picked the usual, synthetic bodysuit style like vestment he is almost always wearing, only with different variations in colors and style.

The rabbit walked out of the bathroom and returned to the living room where he was moments ago with his boyfriend, Taylor, and his best friend, Isaac. The moment he stepped into the enclosure of the room, the first thing Millo did was to look at the small coffee table and to notice the entire model city was gone.

The rabbit looked to the lion immediately, and he wasn't looking at his lover with the all shy, sub eyes. No! This time it wasn't necessary to be a micro, neither to be standing right in front of the bunny's pupils to notice the rabbit eyes were on fire.

"Taylor! What have you done to the city?"

"Me? Why do you think I have anything to do with this."

The lion answered his lover a playful, joker tone voice.

"Spit it out!"

At that moment, Taylor stood up from the sofa. The lion boy was slightly taller than both Millo and even Isaac himself. He walked casually towards his boyfriend, and he did that with his own, imposing, powerful, dominant posture/style only him was able to put out. The moment he was standing right in front of the shy bunny, who was holding himself and trying as much as possible to look very confident, he said.

"Come on, bunny boy~ Just use your brain, do you remember where you were laying on top of during our little fun a few moments ago?"

Just in case that sentence itself was clear enough, Taylor moved his hand to the rabbit's groin in a very subtle and casual matter. Using the tips of his fingers, the lion gave a very soft fondle on the rabbit's flaccid bulge throughout the fabric of his new suit he materialized just a few minutes ago.

Millo's eyes went wide instantly after his companion did that. The introverted, shy rabbit looked down towards his own genitals, and then he looked back up into Taylor's feline eyes.

"You can't be being serious about it? Can you?"

The lion left out a warm roar followed by a broad smile, which provided Millo with a good view of his boyfriend's sharp, white teeth.

"You know I would never lie to you, my sweatheart~."

Right after finishing that sentence, the dominant boy would move his other hand to the rabbit's check to comfortable pet it. It was Taylor's way of saying, "I'm sorry," and it works because anyone could see the soft blushing forming around the bunny cheeks. But that was short-lived not so long after that the rabbit broke away from the lion's spells and gave two steps backward.

"How are we gonna get him out there? He got to be truly small to be in there without me even knowing it! Damnit! The entire city was in there all this time, and I was none the wiser. Taylor, what are we gonna do?"

"I don't know, Hunny. You are the whiz kid here, I'm just a ship pilot."

The lion answered, walking away to the nearest food replicator unit and ordering the device to materialize him a gracious, slightly large, glass of black beer. Don't full yourself by the size of the glass, Taylor was a lion, in other words, a heavyweight cat, his body can take a considerable amount of those before the boy even start to feel dizzy.

Millo, however, was barely being able to contain himself. He knows the danger, and he also knows trying to communicate with Isaac by conventional means would be useless, giving the sheer size difference. He could assume his cat friend was pretty damn small inside his dick. Otherwise, he would have felt him by now, and he figured Isaac would probably be trying to make the bunny feel something all this time too.

Back into the profound depths of another man's body, Isaac was, in fact, already getting so used to all the movements, shakes, and inner body sounds from his best friend's body to the point he was beginning to doubt an outside world outside Millo's urethra even exist. Not to mention that during all this time the poor feline has been breathing potent, male testosterone if he ever gets back to the real world very likely he'll never see his friend as the typical submissive, shy, femboy anymore.

By the moment Isaac was getting so used to the earthquakes, to the booming sounds of Millo thighs walking around a new overpowering impact, followed by a sheer sound of gripe and drag manifested itself. It was terrifying to the puny feline inside the bunny's dick to listen to that. He had no idea that it was only the result of Millo's boyfriend gentle and lovely fondling his penis through outside the suit.

But that was more than enough to put the executive cat back into action. The tiny Isaac immediately got back to his feet, now that the godly bunny stopped moving, he started to listen very carefully to the conversation. Although he had no way to listen to Taylor's voice from his location, Millo's passive and timid voice sounded like a glorious thunder to him.

"Oh, great!!! Finally, he knows where I'm!!!"

The poor, pathetic-sized said to no one in particular as he kneeled on the sticky, muscle surface of the interior of the rabbit's urethra and even gave it a kiss. Not a good idea since he got a good and robust taste of his friend's masculinity. But deep inside of him he thought it didn't taste so bad at all, maybe if it were not by the danger, he could even get used to living in that place.