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It's not a bad gig, being tiny. I mean, sure, you gotta watch out for birds and stuff like that, but if you can find a good norm to take care of you, it can be pretty easy living. I've got this tasmanian devil I've struck a deal with, and she is a serious nympho. It's hard keeping up some days, but I tell you what, I'm almost never bored.

She sews little pockets on the insides of her clothing to keep me in, and takes me everywhere. I usually take the chance to take a nap, until she gets the urge. It comes pretty often-- especially at work. She's got some shmucky job doing something meaningless in a cubicle and going to a lot of meetings. Half the time that she's typing away at something or going through papers, she'll give me a poke, and I'll crawl out of my little hammock and climb her hide to see about giving her a little relief. One of my favorites is to slide right into her bra to give her boob a full-body massage. She's got plenty to work with, especially for a guy like me-- spread eagle, I can probably reach halfway around one of those beauties. I'll just let her get her work done while I hug that huge, heavy tit and rub over it, just basking in how soft and warm she is. And if she gets a little fidgety, I slide on down to give her tip a little attention.

She's got pretty big nipples-- I can hardly get my mouth around them. I'll grab hold of her areola and just squeeze her into my mouth, dragging my tongue over what I can. A good, hard bite will sometimes get a surprised little whine out of her. I love the way her breast heaves against me when she starts breathing hard. I'll admit, rubbing up against all that soft flesh, stitched in soft, black fur, all warm and rolling with my every push... I've made a mess in her fur now and then, just sucking on that huge nipple and groping at her with every inch of my body. I think she knows, but she doesn't say anything.

Those meetings are the real killer, though. Sometimes she'll slump down against the table and I can crawl into her bra, but after the time the boss told her to pay attention and I had to crawl like a madman into her cleavage before anyone spotted the bulge in her shirt, we don't do that very often. Not that I mind being smothered between those tits --I'm not ashamed to say I enjoyed myself thoroughly in there-- but I could tell she wished I was doing something else.

Most of the time we end up in a meeting, she'll poke me to go south. I have to crawl down and squeeze past her waistband like a soldier in enemy territory, usually depositing on her thigh. Man, she's got the biggest hips, and her thighs might as well be their own countries. To me, at least. Anyway, it's a long crawl down the inside, but I can tell she loves the anticipation. When I first started crawling around under her clothes she yelled at me a lot for pulling at her fur, but I do it on purpose here-- I'll take little bunches and pull as I go, and a good thing-- I have to hold on when her legs starts quivering. She'll usually be spread nice and open before I finally get to her panties. Her scent's so thick, I'm always surprised nobody's jumped out of their chair and mounted her mid-meeting. I know I'm always rock hard by this point, but she's always positively juicing. I just have to reach down and pet over the crotch of her panties and my paw will come away soaking wet. Sometimes her panties will be almost too slippery, but I always manage to scrabble inside somehow or other. That's when her smell really hits me-- I'm practically bathing in it already. I'll usually start by crawling down upside down, just anchoring my legs on her mound while I reach down to tease her some. When she's really excited, I barely have to touch her lips to make her twitch around me. But once she's gotten used to the touch a little, I'll give her lips a rubbing down, one in each paw, to make sure her juices are spread out evenly. I like to just set my chin on the hood of her clit-- she'll start squirming sooner or later, as the hood draws back and my fur tickles over that big, heavy, red orb. But that's all it'll get for now.

Once her juices are spread all over, I'll start massaging down between her lips, running my palms along that slick little valley toward her wanting hole. The angle's a little tricky here, so there's not much to it but to heft myself down till my belly's sitting on her clit and I can plunge both my arms inside her. It's a fairly easy fit, so I can just work both my arms in and out, taking my time to feel up her inner walls. By now, I know every gentle ridge of her insides from lips to womb, and I think I've even got a decent idea where her nerve endings are. I'll squeeze and rub and pinch and scratch, and she'll just eat it all up-- literally, a lot of the time. Her lips start pulling at some point, and I know it's time. I take a deep, deep breath, push my arms as deep as they'll go, and start sliding my body forward. It's taken a while for her to get it just right, but maybe out of pure desire, she's learned to pull me in all on her own. I used to have to kind of kick off the front of her panties, but she said that that looked really badly. It happens pretty much naturally by now-- she'll loosen a moment, her lips spreading around me, and then she'll clamp down, that hot, slick flesh seizing tight around my shoulders, and some muscle deep down will just pull me right down into that hot, sticky mess.

When I'm inside, the taste of her soaks into me. It's on my tongue when I haven't opened my mouth, it fills my nose when I haven't drawn a breath. The first few times I did it, I busted a nut all over the insides of her panties, just overwhelmed by the taste and all the hot, flexing muscles churning around me. By the time she's pulled me in to the wait, my paws are usually pushing against her cervix. She says she doesn't feel it when I stick a few fingers in, so I usually use that for a pawhold-- I like to hold it about here, where I can straddle her mound and bury my legs in the folds against her thighs, and my cock will push right into that smooth little valley hidden between her lips. This is one of my favorite spots to fuck her.

I'll hitch my back up against her and trace out the inside of her pelvis through her flesh. Lots of guys can't find the g spot, apparently, but for me, it couldn't be simpler-- it's right in front of me. This big, fleshy knob is practically pushing against my chest, and all I have to do is grab hold of it and she'll grab hold of me. If I take hold of her g spot, I can start rocking and fucking her lips, and every time I push against that button, she'll squeeze tighter and her juices will start flowing like crazy. With all that and that sweet little valley to grind into, I usually don't last too long-- her clit will get a cream coating likely as not, something I find almost poetic. Couldn't say why. But we can't very well end there, of course.

Usually I'll turn myself around and settle my legs inside her while I finish her off by the clit, but recently, there's something else we've been trying. If I'm careful and keep a tight hold on that ridge of bone, I can pull myself inside altogether in a little ball. When we first got together, I loved to stick it in her tight little cervix and just fuck her till I pretty much blacked out. She got a little annoyed about me shooting a bunch of loads in her womb, but we're pretty sure nothing can come of it, heh. And she seems to like it well enough to have this little knot of a minx pushing around inside her, so it worked well enough. With time, though, she's started to stretch out. I guess using her cervix to hold onto has worked against me, but at some point, I got curious. My paw actually fit inside pretty easily, and it didn't take long before I could slide my whole arm inside her womb. I could only just touch the far side, but it felt sinfully soft. I won't lie, I had a pretty selfish interest in stretching her out more. So every time I was in there, I'd work her womb a little wider.

One day, when I'd managed to work both my arms inside, I knew it was time to give it a try. I flexed slowly, stretching that tight hole wide as I worked my head down between my arms. That was probably the hardest part-- squeezing my arms and head in all together, just sliding ever so slowly past as I tried to wedge my legs against her walls for some kind of hold. I slipped out a couple times, but I knew I could make it. Finally, my head and shoulders popped through. I can't imagine what it must have been like stretching around me over and over like that, but I felt her pulsating around my legs-- she was juicing herself. I was hard as steel, but I knew I was too close to my goal to blow it now. Of course, that came back to bite me-- I slid in down the waist easy, but my cock just wouldn't go down. I had to work my thumbs in under that ring again and pry her open wide enough to drag my dick through. After that, though, I practically fell in-- folding up like always, my legs slid right inside, and I was a little ball in her womb. The flesh in there is so soft... the scent is odd, but her flesh is like the lightest, fluffiest cushion-- it felt like I was resting on air, after the rough crushing of all those hungry muscles in her canal. And when I ground against her... it was too good to be real. I know why we're all disappointed with the world-- if I started life wrapped in something this soft, I'd be grouchy dealing with anything else. I fucked the wall of her womb, and I could feel the bitterness of how wrong it was making the pleasure all the sweeter. I came and I came, just grabbing up the fluff of her insides and shoving my dick through it, plastering myself to the wall and humping away, I couldn't get enough. I only came to when she managed to, ah, "deliver" me at home. Pretty sure I'd blacked out entirely at some point. She says not to crawl in there when she's at work-- apparently she'd actually cried out in the middle of the meeting. But sometimes... I just can't help myself. Her womb is my sweet little addiction, I guess. Heh.

Well, anyway, that's how we tend to spend her workdays. After the meetings, she has to find some out-of-the-way bathroom and wash me off in the sink so I don't make a mess of her clothes, and it's naptime till I'm needed again. At home, I've got free reign, though it's usually a good idea to avoid the middle of the walkways or the seats of any chairs or couches. Although I'll admit, the one time she did accidentally sit on me... well, I probably almost died, but the crush of that big, fat booty of hers was a little slice of heaven for me to enjoy before going to hell. Most of the time, though, I'll just crawl up onto an armrest and wait for her to collapse on the couch for a little tv. Climbing her makes for great entertainment-- and quite the workout. Her curves just beg to be touched, and I'm all too happy to sprawl out on a half-smooshed breast or take a leisurely stroll on the small planet that is her ass when she lays out on her belly. When she sits up, I like to practice climbing her, with or without clothes, till I can rest on her shoulder, or even on top of her head. Her ears are plenty of fun to tease, although if I nibble too much, I run the risk of finding myself tumbling down between her legs again.

When she's really enjoyed my work for the day, or she's just feeling generous, sometimes she'll pluck me up and pop me into her muzzle. It doesn't matter if I'm in the mood-- sprawling out on her tongue, arms hanging over her lip to grasp at her chin, it doesn't take long for me to get pretty out of sorts. She's been getting better and better with that tongue, too-- she used to just lick up and down over my bits, and that'd do the trick well enough, but she's been learning how to flex her tongue just right to wrap around them a bit, and I swear, she just milks it right out of me. Next thing I know, I'll be humping her tongue like it's a hot little bitch, making a little pool in the bottom of her muzzle. The way her gulp is so... audible at the end... it always sends a shiver through me. Partly cause she just swallowed like three of my loads at once... and partly because it's hard to forget she could swallow me pretty much like that.

It's not like she's one to go hungry, though-- she's got a pretty generous diet, and she doesn't mind if I steal a little off her plate. That's our deal-- she feeds and shelters me, and I see to her little problem of being a huge fucking nymphomaniac. Pretty win win, honestly, besides the whole breathing thing. But I've gotten used to that. This new guy, though...

Apparently, some lion at work had been smiling at her a lot, for a long time. They'd gone out for coffee a few times. I didn't really notice, she had lunches and stuff with people from work now and then, I just slept through it, or maybe found some way to sneak a crumb. But after work one day, they went out for dinner... and next thing I knew, there was someone else in the car on the ride home. I wanted to know what was up, but when we got in the house, she excused herself and dropped me off in the restroom with a whisper to stay out of sight. I was pretty weirded out by now. She never had company over from work. Sometimes a few old friends dropped by, but never guys. I couldn't just sit on the sink and wait... I snuck out, and next thing I knew, I had a front row seat to giant sex.

I know it's stupid, but I felt insulted watching her go down on him. That was the mouth I bathed in only on the most special of occasions, and here was some stupid lion, sitting back on our couch with this stupid little smile, pushing her head down on his dick. That thing was probably bigger than I was! Although I'd bet that, proportionally, he was smaller. Pretty sure. I mean, he wasn't all THAT big. But still! To see that sweet mouth of hers wrapped around that big, ugly, throbbing piece of meat, sliding up and down, it twisted something inside me. And when he pushed her over and mounted her... I couldn't bear to see that sweet hole, which I had spent so many days crawling into and pleasuring with the entirety of my body, split open around that huge... THING. I mean, I'm sure it would have looked pretty fucking amazing, but I just couldn't stand the thought. I slipped away.

His pants and his bag were around the back of the couch. I was being stupid. I thought maybe I'd get in there and find something horrible about this guy. I mean, if they started fucking all the time, why would she need me anymore? I'd be out on the street! Hungry, and pecked by birds! Or if nothing else, I figured maybe I'd piss all over his papers or something. I dunno. Like I said, I was being stupid. Anyway, I crawled into his bag, but I didn't find what I was expecting.

She said she was Lisa. I said I was Orin. From the moment I saw her, curled up in a little inner pocket, something seemed... off about her. Not just that she was the first person I'd met that was the same size as me, but she seemed... sick, like she was just recovering from a bad cold or something. And she was strangely pudgy-- when she stood, her legs and arms were thin, but she had a gut. I thought it might have just been a rat thing. Things were pretty quiet at first. I wasn't sure what to say. I asked what she was doing there. She asked me the same. I told her I helped out the norm that lived in this apartment. She said she helped out the norm that owned this bag. That's when I felt the twist in my gut. I was afraid I might understand.

We crawled out and slipped away, sneaking into the closet. The carpeting was cool, and we laid out and talked a little. We talked about how hard it was getting around sometimes. About how weird some norm food was. About our close calls with birds and cats. We laughed a little, and sometimes shivered a little. When we ran out of little stupid things, I admitted what I really did with my norm. It felt really embarrassing talking about it out of the blue like that, but at the same time, it was a rush to actually admit it to someone. I said it was actually a lot of fun a lot of the time, so I didn't mind. I said that I'd never met someone my size before, though...

She said that she did the same kind of thing for her norm. That's all she said, though... it took me a long time to ask her. It seemed like a really dumb question. "Does he... like... fuck you?" Looking back, I really could have said it better. A lot better. But that's how it came out. She didn't say anything at all. It was dark, and I could only just see her lying there. Lisa, I said, but she didn't answer. I slid closer and put an arm around her, and suddenly, we were hugging tightly. She had her face buried against me, and she said something about being ruined. I told her not to be stupid. Inside, though, I was still reeling. I didn't see how it could be remotely possible, but it would explain her stomach. I guess. She asked if I'd fuck her.

I don't want to sound like a casanova or anything, but I probably had her on her back and her legs spread in about... a second and a half? From the end of her question. It took me a second to get ready, but the thought of having a girl my own size to screw around with was pretty damn exciting, so it wasn't too long before I was pushing it in. To be honest... it was really, really, really obvious. I mean, it's not like she was gaping open, but um, I hardly felt a thing. It... I didn't know what to do. I just knew she was gonna start crying any second. I could tell I got a little moisture off her... on the spot, I did the best thing I could think of. I flipped her over.

She was whimpering and asking something, but I just spread her cheeks and pushed. Now that... that was something else entirely. This, I could tell, was a hole he'd never touched. She cried out, and well, so did I. She was fucking tight. I managed to push all the way in, but it felt like I wouldn't be able to come loose again. I just ground against her, though, just the happiest little bastard to hump that ass at point blank. And with a little time and some slow jerks, maybe with the help of the pre I was pumping into her, I started to slide in and out properly. That's about when my mouth started hanging open, my tongue just lolling out as I groaned. This was a fuckhole. I'd had a cervix, and I'd had the folds of a pussy, but this was a hole that was just perfectly sized-- or maybe too small. I was fighting not to cum the whole time. I gripped at her tight and just dragged in and out of that ass as fast as I could, fighting that tight grip as she whimpered and moaned. She was trying to say something, I realized. When I leaned in close, I could only just make it out. Is it good, she asked. Is it good? I had to repeat it, like she was talking crazy. I told her to forget about that asshole norm. I told her I wanted to fuck her ass every day-- that I was going to, and there wasn't a damned thing she could do to stop me. I told her I'd been about ready to bust a nut the second my head popped inside, and I was only still going out of sheer desire to have more of that ass. I asked her if it was good for her. She took a second to answer. I think she might have been crying again. She said it was good.

I think I did a pretty good job of holding out, but it was still way too much for me. I blew, and I collapsed on her, and held her. A little while later, I started grinding in, and we ended up fucking all over again. It was more than good. It was... everything I'd missed in life, every quiet moment when I wondered if I'd fucked up somewhere to be stuck like this, every night that I felt like something was missing, all of it dissolved into sweet contentment between the tight little butt cheeks of this crying rat. I poured everything into her. I fucked her until I was sore and she was begging me to stop, and we finally collapsed and slept.

In the morning, she was gone. So was the lion, and his bag. I only woke up when my norm was swearing and yelling my name outside the closet. She couldn't find me. She said we were going to be late. I barely peeked past the closet door before I was snatched up and flung into her cleavage. It was hard to maintain a sour attitude when I was submerged in jostling, luxurious cleavage, but I managed to poke my head out from between her boobs in the car and frown up at her. What did she need me for, now that she had this... guy? She told me not to be silly-- she couldn't fuck him at work. Although that did seem to be all too interesting an idea to her once she said it aloud. I guess I was sulking, but I just hid in her cleavage again.

It was bugging me, though. Why had Lisa left? I'd been serious-- I wanted her to stay with us. I doubted my norm would really mind one more tiny mouth to feed. I wondered if she thought that I'd been joking. I wanted to take her away from that guy. That wasn't right. What I did with my norm was one thing, but a guy like that using a tiny little girl like her to... It shouldn't have even been possible. I couldn't imagine how it worked, and I didn't want to, I just wanted to make sure it never happened again.

At the next meeting, I set to work very... formally. Rub lip a, insert tab B into hole C, that sort of thing. I didn't even feel like fucking her womb. I was setting to work on her clit like a potter with a stubborn piece of bad clay when I heard the lion. He was late, and he laughed it off with some weird excuse about getting slowed down by the restroom. I bit down, half without meaning to, and my norm yelped. She was starting to get a reputation, I think, but I didn't care right now. I got her off quick as I could and crawled out of her panties. The lion had sat down next to my norm and I had to take a peek. His bag was right there-- right on the ground between the two of them. I leaned out the underside of my norm's skirt and called quiet-like. Lisa. Lisa!

It took a few little yells for her to finally poke her head out. I wasn't too worried about anyone noticing-- we were barely audible to norms in complete silence short of screaming outright. She had a little frown and a blush as she waved a dismissive paw at me and told me to shut up. I refused. I wanted to know why she'd left. I told her I was serious-- I wanted her to come home with us. She just told me to shut up and go hide before someone found us. She looked strange, I realized. I couldn't see very well, but when she shifted and turned away, it looked like her belly was... huge. I felt queasy. Held up at the restroom, huh? I couldn't understand why she didn't seem to want to escape...

A few days passed, and I realized that lion had never come by again. And they hadn't had any rendezvous at work, thankfully. I asked my norm, and she seemed pretty bitter about it. She said that he wasn't interested anymore. A good friend had broken the news that the word on the grapevine was he didn't think she was tight enough. She fumed at the very thought, and it took a lot of work that night to get her to settle down.

So the lion never came back, and neither did Lisa. I still called to her in the bag sometimes, but she never answered. I even saw something moving once, probably her shifting to hide. I still think back to that night sometimes, to that hot little ass, and that passionate, confused, desperate embrace. I guess that was the last time that'll happen. I guess... I guess she's happy like that, or something. With him. Fuckin' bitch.

Well. I've always got the womb. I'll get by. Don't you worry about lil ol' Orin. I'll get by.