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The shrill sound of Jory's alarm forced my eyes open, leaving me to stare around the enormous room dazed before I got up and walked over to the massive clock. I climbed onto it and centered my foot over the button to stop it; stomping down hard as I could. This was every morning with the gigantic coyote sleeping next to the table I was on. Well, he's normal sized by most standards-- but not mine. I'm normal, he's a giant.

"Ughhh, morning Nick." The 'yote moaned, reaching over next to me to grab his glasses up and settle them over his muzzle. He had a nerdy look to him and the slight belly pudge didn't help.

"You could've turned the alarm off last night-- it's the weekend," I muttered. "If you think it's loud to you..."

He threw the covers off but remained sprawled out in bed with his eyes scanning the ceiling. "Yea, sorry. I forgot." His huge, brownish fingers and charcoal-grey pads wander over towards the nightstand again. At first, I thought he was going after something else but, instead, a warm, overwhelming pressure wrapped around my arms and tugged me up into the air.

Now I'm not unused to Jory just grabbing me when he feels like it. He'd been doing it for the last fifteen years anyway. Still, I got the feeling I knew what he wanted and was entirely correct since, the next moment, I'm dropped next to an enormous crotch bulge. If you've never been next to a giant's penis, you wouldn't know how overwhelming it is. Immediately, the scent is heavy on my nose; a warm, moist, masculine aroma that tended to leave smaller creatures half-drunk-- myself included.

While I worked my way up to my feet, I stared over the length of his erection still hidden by the damp fabric of his briefs. At eight inches in length, it was easily four times my height in length-- I barely stood up before stumbling backwards from the strength of musk emanating from the pulsing titan.

"We don't got anything to do today," the huge 'yote muttered down at me, watching with his trademark grin at how much trouble I was having just being near his penis. "Help me out a little bit? Tiny guy like you should be happy to get near a dick like that."

"Help you out," I muttered. "Not fair putting me next to it and then asking." I'd regained a bit of composure but the pulsing quakes beneath my feet, the sight, and the scent still had me shaking. So much power beating from his penis alone-- more than I had in my entire bod. "And we talked about this. I'm not gay."

"You're not straight."

"I want a girlfriend."

He looked at me for a moment before rolling his eyes. "It's just morning wood, man. You're doing me a favor-- it's not like I'm tryin' to get you to date me or anything. I gave that up years ago."

"You can masturbate like everyone else, can't you?"

He grunted a little and his fingers were on me again. "Jory!" I shouted this time, but it did no good. I was quickly overwhelmed by soft, but powerful fingerpads and lifted into the air once more. With a quick motion, my body was buried into the fabric covering his hard, throbbing length. I could feel each pulse of his enormous heart pounding blood into the scented pillar of masculinity below me. I'll admit that even someone with my experiences has trouble at this range; he's the dominant male here. I'm his toy. Man if I could only find a woman his size that'd do the same thing. He knows what his smell does to me-- or rather, micros.

Holding me down, he finally spoke again. "It's not like you could stop me if I really wanted to make you~" His fingers drag me down his damp underwear until my body is buried into a softer area; his scrotum. It swallowed me up as a finger smothered me into its embrace; my frame surrounded on either side by his enormous testicles. I tried struggling, but he's just too strong. S'long as he wanted a little wolf pressed under his nuts, I'd have to oblige. Luckily, he dragged me back up and held me against his cock again.

"You really gonna force me to?" I asked; out of breath, slightly anxious, struggling against my instinct to just begin licking and nuzzling into his length. Damn him. Luckily, my plea seemed to work. The pressure on my back lightened and he sighed.

"Man, normally you just give up by now." He sat up a little so his back was supported by the backboard of the bed. I remained sprawled over his boner, though now at a slight angle-- making me clasp it to avoid sliding down towards his huge testicles below.

"Look, I know you said you wanted to stop doing this but... I enjoy it. Plus you don't have your giant girlfriend yet. And I don't have my tiny, helpless boyfriend. What's wrong with us, y'know.. having a bit of fun."

Last time we did this, about a week ago, I told him I wasn't into it anymore. While I don't mind a big dick, I'm way less into it than he is. Not to mention he only ever gets me to do it because of pheromones and how much stronger they are to someone my size. He always drops me next to his cock, gets me aroused, and then I just... don't resist as well. Like now.

"Fiiiinnne," I muttered. "But I get your feet right after," I called up sternly. That didn't have any effect; he grinned just as brightly.

"Deal!"

With that, he slid himself down again and nudged me off of his underwear so that his huge cock could flop out right next to where I now rest on his belly. Knowing what he wanted, I crawled forward and began lapping noisily into his slit; shoving my muzzle into the slick, scented crevice while he gently masturbates himself above.

"Nnnf, r-right there..." he muttered right before the soft, powerful pad of one of his fingers pressed against the back of my head. He held my face there and stopped rubbing himself for a moment; merely listening to me lap and slurp against the inside of his dick. "Ugh..." he moaned out, body vibrating beneath me. It actually began hurting my head-- the powerful throbs of his cock pounding against my face while his finger held me from tugging back. This used to scare me-- he could kill me this way easily. I could've suffocated from having my muzzle stuck in someone's dick.

He never let it go too far, though. Sometimes it went slightly long, but as soon as I felt a powerful throb followed by a splatter of precum battering my face and shoving its way down my throat, the predictable relent of his fingers came. I breathed heavily, backing away as his masturbating picked up again. I barely had time to make it into position.

If you're a micro, it's pretty humiliating just how powerful even simple things are-- like a climax. I turned around just in time for the first blast of hot, sticky seed to throw me onto my back. The next pounds my chest and the next shoves that first pile over my chest and onto my face. Over and over again it pours from his balls onto his lower belly; leaving me in a sea of sticky, smelly, white spunk. I kept my eyes closed until his fingers fished me out of his navel, dangling before he settled me in his palm with a grin.

"Thanks, Nicky. I needed that." I could hear his pulse dying down a little as he enjoyed his glow.

"Yea ye--" I started before his tongue buried me in a long, wet lick; clearing most of my pelt of his cum. He turned me around and did the same thing against my backside and between my legs; making certain he paid close attention to my crotch. "Hey!" I squeaked only to have him grin.

"I'm just cleanin' you up. Alright, here, I promised." He lowered me to the floor and, right afterwards, his huge feet pounded into the floor before my little frame. He's a clean 'yote, but I could smell his tired paws. He'd walked to class yesterday, after all. Without another word, I crawled forward to those large, brown toes. Each one was about half as tall as me. The warm, damp scent from sweat fills my breath and I just breathe it in.

What did I like about feet? It's hard to tell. On one hand, it's the power. I'm small, 'helpless', as he likes to say-- playfully. At his feet I can take it all in... just how enormous he is. How easily just one of those toes could knock me over, pin me to the ground. Of course, just as I'd slid my head between a pair; shoved my nose right into the sweaty crotch of his first two digits he decided to ask me a question.

"Why's it you're so hesitant about being at my cock but my feet are fine?"

I didn't come up to answer. Instead, I just kept lapping and digging my tongue between his toes; shuddering from the scent and flavor. After getting a taste, I pulled back and just sniffed along them for a moment. I admired the slightly darker, damp fur between before lowering myself to examine his toepads. Each one was a little dirty and a little rough since he sometimes went outside barefooted. While I examined, he occasionally flexed them; causing the ground to shake just a little beneath my feet. So much power-- a flex or a tap of his toes could do more damage than I could on my best day. For me, the allure of their feet was at least partially in what they symbolized.

Us, micros, are small enough that a giant's toes are the first thing we see-- one of their smallest features. And yet, one of the most deadly. Unlike normals, we could be stepped on. We could be treated like bugs-- and even a giant that doesn't intend to crush you knows well enough what holding their foot above your head is saying. They're saying that this is all it would take-- that you're so helpless, so weak that they could just step down-- break your entire body in merely steamrolling you beneath their pads. There's something in that fact that is, all at the same time, infuriating, humiliating, scary, and... so incredibly hot.

He apparently got tired of me just admiring his toes since he shifted his foot away then moved to grasp my head between two toes, shove me against the floor, and hold me there beneath the ball. As I said-- we're helpless; and I loved it.

"Man, did anyone ever tell you you're the weirdest little wolf?" he chuckled. I felt him grind over me for a moment; forcing air from my lungs and smearing my pelt in a little dust and quite a bit of sweat. He stood up after sufficient smothering and as he lifted his sole, my body went with it-- held to his paw as it swung forward and then came down with a powerful THUD. He kept weight off of it and I never feared for my life. It was, and still is, a bit strange to be stuck to someone's foot, though. Especially after he kicked it up after sitting on our sofa; resting his feet with me held to the bottom and talking as if nothing were weird about it.

"You didn't answer," he reminded.

"I dunno," I sighed, squirming against his solepad. Seeing his foot like this was always pretty amazing. At fourteen inches, they were easily seven times my height; enormous. He shifted his paw after a while and grabbed my waist to peel me from the bottom. He then set it down again, splayed his toes, and allowed me to climb between a pair to sit down so I could watch television with him.

"I guess my fetish just kinda... overrides it. I still kinda wish these were a female's paws," I said, peering back at him after leaning against the side of one toe.

"Pft." He huffed. "Yea, well, if you get yourself a girlfriend I'll back off. But I don't see why we can't have fun until then. You can have at my toes whenever if I get to shove your little face down my cock."

"You always put it so gently," I muttered, rubbing at my head. "Maybe. But you gotta stop dropping me on your dick in the morning like that before I even say yes."

"It's the only way to get you to say yes. How did you put it last time? I smell like... a 'real' male? An alpha, right?"

I cringed at that. Sure, I said it-- but I was pent up and the time and he'd rubbed me into his balls to get me in the mood. "That's not fair."

"It's what you said."

"You know what that scent does to me."

He chuckled. "I know I know. Look, you know I'll keep it a secret. No one'll ever know. One day I'll find a little micro guy that'll want my dick even without me shoving him against it."

"I hope you do," I replied, grinning. "Plenty of us like it-- I dunno why you insist on just using me."

He huffed. "Because. You won't get scared or pissed off when I say dumb things in the moment."

I shook my head a little. "Yea? Well try being a micro and asking some giant woman to shove you up her snatch."

He laughed. "Fine, I guess it's not easy either way." His toes flexed, squeezing me between gently. "I'm pretty lucky I found you even if you're not into me."

I rolled my eyes. "I like you. I'm just not... micro gay boyfriend material."

"I know." He leaned back. "Anyway, when you get tired of smelling my feet, let's shower. I got a good feeling about picking up runty boys today..."