The music blared in the strip club; the smell of sex and liquor hung in the air, along with the bodies draped across the high trapeze writhing to the throbbing beat, lust stricken men ogling them from below. Scantily clad beauties twirled and contorted their flexible bodies in impossible ways as they flew from bar to bar, twisting and moaning for the howling men beneath them like sex starved serpents; sequins, scales, fur, feathers and tails glided through hazy air, only to grace the laps of their audience with the barest brush of a hand, head or breast that drove them wild. Though as artless as their sensual acrobatics were, the girls were just the appetizer. Drunk, hormone-addled men were all too happy to decorate their favored ladies with hard earned cash, but the bills that lined the bras and panties of the ladies paled in comparison to what happened in the private rooms in back, where the high rollers made their deviant fantasies a reality.
Inside one of those pink rooms, Waffle sat on a wide couch and licked his lips, his features a mix of timid nervousness and youthful excitement. He had to put a hand to his head; his vision was beginning to blur slightly with the alcohol churning in his stomach and the pent up anxiousness and need welling up in his chest. On a whim, he hired Tiny, blowing a three and a half months’ worth of savings in the process in exchange for an hour with the lovely beauty. He didn’t honestly know what to expect, but all he heard from the bar outside was that she was good. Real good. Anything you wanted, she provided. Didn’t matter how out there the desire or outrageous the fantasy – you had the cash and a creative imagination, she’d take both and twist the latter around her little finger. There was a click at the door. Waffle’s eyes darted upward and his heart beat faster when a smiling, jewelry laden head peered through the upper half of the door, her blue eyes looking into at his with a knowing look.
	“Ah, so you’re the guest of honor, hm?” the woman asked him, her wry smile widening at his bashful silence.
	Waffle just nodded.
	“Mmhm, so young and tender, too.” The rest of her head passed through the widening gap, along with the monstrously huge, pendulous breasts hanging form her chest. The cat bit his lip, trying and failing to focus his wild-eyed gaze on her face and away from the rabbit’s enormous, wobbling rack trying to free itself from her strained and fraying black top. God, her tits are massive, he marveled in his head, his eyes bobbing along with each jiggling step. And they were right – bigger around than her damn head; probably heavier, too. Hard to believe they’re real.
	“Name’s Tiny, hun,” the bunny said to him, her velvety words ripping the cat from his own thoughts and back to her breasts. She rest a hand on her flared hip, nails digging into the softness of the caramel brown fur of her legs as she tugged at the too small jean shorts hugging her fat bottom. Her head tilted to the side, long brown hair and the tips of her equally long ears falling away from her shoulders. “Not much of a talker, are ya?”
She leaned in. Waffle’s eyes lowered as her breasts fell, coming closer to smothering his small chest and falling into his eager lap. His loins tingled in anticipation of the touch, but Tiny’s tits came to a halt, wobbling just a few inches too high. The cat could only whimper with disappointment as a playful look shone in her bright blue eyes.
“You payed all that money to have fun with me and you’re not gonna say a word?” Her hand reached out and stroked the side of his head, himself surprised at how easily her palm cupped his darkened cheek.
“N-No,” he said, gulping. “I-I just…”
A soft finger brushed against his lips. “Shh…”
He looked into Tiny’s eyes as she pulled away from him, himself scared by how much taller the rabbit was compared to himself. Everything about her was simply massive; were it not for the bloated chest blocking his light and her face he could have sworn her head must have reached the ceiling.
	She lowered her voice, her words sweet honey dripping in his ears. “Just relax and tell me what you want. Anything you crave, I’ll make it happen,” she whispered in his ear. “Anything.”
The plush couch cushions he sat in sank as Tiny’s knees pressed against his, the rest of her wide thighs sliding into the seat and on top of him, pinning Waffle’s head between the backrest and her vast, top straining mounds. The hand on his cheek moved and touched the back of his neck, pushing his snout into the space between her warm, doughy breasts. She held onto the feline, cuddling him, as if to coax an answer out of her small and nervous guest. Waffle blushed and returned the kind gesture, his gray cheeks deepening when all his fingers could reach were the sides of her wide chest.
“W-Well,” he stammered, his quiet voice muffled by the enormous tit rubbing up against his agape mouth. “I… I want you to…” The feline gulped again, his downcast face thoroughly embarrassed. His voice grew quieter, barely a whisper by the time he worked up the courage to speak.
“Shrink me.”
She pet Waffle’s burning cheek and leaned in closer. “Hm?”
“I want you to shrink me,” he blurted. “I want to be nothing – a worthless speck lost in the carpet, lost in your fur, between your toes, anywhere. Please.”
He looked up. Her thoughtful face had a look of genuine interest, not one of disgust or ridicule like he had expected. A moment of silence passed between them, then the stripper’s smile widened. “For you honey, anything.”
The hand on his neck pushed forward, forcing his head deeper into the warmth of her pillowy breasts. Waffle gasped, shocked at the suddenness of her hand and the suppleness of her doughy rack, how easily her chest molded itself to his shape and gave way to his muzzle even as his view of the world plunged into the darkness of her cleavage. Tiny blushed at the cat’s thrashing, an electric sensation tingling her skin with the rapid jiggling of her ridiculously huge bosom. Her fingers scratched the fur on his neck, urging calm in her jumpy patron; the feline in turn scratched back, restraining a muffled, embarrassed giggle when his hands groped her clothed breasts. The bunny’s free hand reached lower and undid the wobbling buttons on her top, her abundant flesh spilling over the stretched fabric more and more with each unfastened bead, her fingers stopping at the last two, exposing more than enough of her flawless creamy brown cleavage for Waffle’s face and chest to rest upon.
“Relax,” she said to him, rubbing his tense shoulders while his head lay face down in her breasts, his muzzle sliding deeper into cavernous space between her mounds. “You’ll get what you want, little man.”
A sudden warmth washed over him, or rather the breasts smothering him, as the sound of fraying fabric filled his ears. His keen hearing picked up the tearing and groaning in his twitching, swiveling ears, the noises coming and going while Tiny herself grew quiet. He was beginning to have second thoughts about his strange request. He knew it was crazy from the start, and he knew there was no way anyone could fulfill it for him. Certainly not here, at least, unless these strippers had machines and doctorates in biology and physics. But if he can’t get his fix, how could this bimbo bunny accomplish here what he couldn’t elsewhere? Maybe he’ll reconsider – tell her just to give him a nice lap dance and motorboat session instead. Before Waffle could voice his change of heart, his snout slipped snugly into her wobbling cleavage, himself uttering a shocked muffle of protest.
	“Ah-ah,” the rabbit chided him with a playful wag of her finger, her tits wobbling all the more as the cat gripped them and tried to pry himself free. “I don’t want you going anywhere on me. I’m just getting started.”
	Tiny placed her hands upon his and mashed her breasts together, squeezing them against his trapped head like a doughy vice. The sensation, a low, throbbing pulse like a heartbeat, started up again, hurting his sensitive ears. Within the darkness he couldn’t figure out where the pumping came from, but it soon dawned on his horrified face that it couldn’t have been from anything other than Tiny herself. Waffle gripped her breasts and pulled back, attempting to wrest his head from her enormous tits; jerking his head about only earned a delighted chuckle from the bunny and a pat on his back. He could feel them growing warmer, the heat spreading through him, sweat forming on his brow out of desperation and sudden weakness. Tiny curled her toes inward as her body quivered, breasts jiggling with delight. Within the confines of her chest he could hear her breathing quicken, her breasts pushing upward and outward against the sides of his stomach and then his waist with her every breath, as if they were swallowing up his whole body. She licked her lips and took hold of his hips, murmuring to herself as his legs awkwardly smacked against the top of her ballooning breasts.
“You’re so cute,” she said to him, patting the cat on the rump. “I love shy, young men like you. So full of pent up energy, nearly bursting at the seams… But they’re always too embarrassed to act on their urges.” The fabric of her top stretched and tore further, revealing more of her exposed chest to the room. Her monstrous breasts fought against the last of her stubborn buttons as her rack swelled through the alphabet, growing wider and heavier, plopping onto the couch where Waffle once sat, the seat groaning with the bunny’s spreading mass, straining to hold the bulging load her lap could not. “That’s why you’re here, aren’t you? To let me do it for you?”
Her hands stroked the sides of her bare chest, fingers brushing through her rich, silky fur, caressing her fat, wobbling mounds as best as they could. Her body shivered when she felt her large nipples rubbing up against the fabric of the couch cushions, causing her to bite down her lip while her eyes rolled upward in ecstasy. Every part of her quivered with sheer pleasure, her breasts most of all as more of Waffle’s small body disappeared within them, seemingly devoured by her ravenous cleavage. Only his legs from the knees down stuck out now, still somehow sinking into her humongous tits. Deep within the dark his face flushed red, his body growing weak and numb, her heartbeat and breathing getting louder and faster in his plugged up ears. His eyes were getting heavy; his breathing slower, labored and ragged; the heat from her body building up within him. How he wished he could see what was going on out there, he kept thinking, fantasizing about the ripped and tearing fabric of her top, her breasts bursting free from their prison; the moaning and panting coming from her wet, glistening lips; the touch of her soft hands against his body and hers, their fingers roaming the vast expanse of her caramel hills together. How he wished he could see what was happening to him. He cursed himself as he grew dizzy and started to black out from the lack of air, “I’ll be gentle,” the last muffled words he heard coming from her lips.

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	Strong light and pounding bass brought Waffle back from the brink, his senses assaulted by the suddenness of the world rushing back into his skull all at once. He gripped his throbbing head, clutching his ears as he opened his eyes and stumbled to his feet, his view of the world brown, fuzzy and still swimming. He tripped and fell and caught himself on the floor. Soft, silky carpeting ran between his fingers when he broke his fall, the ground far cozier and inviting than any floor his paws had ever walked upon. Then a thunderous clap boomed overhead, rattling the frightened feline to his core. He let go of the carpet and fell to the ground, pinning his head to the shaking floor, cupping his ears in vain while the deafening roar like a fierce storm crashed above him and in his ears. When he thought the noise had passed, he stood up and his jaw dropped when all he saw was a rolling forest of brown rising high above him.
	Then he looked down, and realized he was naked.
	“Wh-Wha…?” He couldn’t say much more than that. It was all too confusing for his muddled brain, unable to process how he had even gotten there. What happened to me? Waffle wondered, trying to retrace the series of poor decisions that no doubt lead up to this: Did he pass out, get stripped of his possessions, and then get dumped here? Wherever here was. Was Tiny in on this? Did she stuff his head into her breasts until he couldn’t breathe, just so her handlers could easily dispose of him? Was it something in the food? The alcohol? Or did he just finally lose his mind? He shook his head, trying to banish the staggering possibilities. He was still among the living, or so he hoped. But he needed to find a way out of here.
	Before he could take the first step, a sudden chill shot up his spine as he looked beyond the tall brown strands and saw a massive tower, far taller and wider than anything he had ever seen, looming before him like the tallest mountain. Its vast base stretched to his left and his right as far as his awed head could turn to either side, the rest standing high above, the entire structure brown and fuzzy, billowing in the air just like the fronds surrounding him. He put a hand to his shaking head. Where the hell am I? There was no way he could ascend such a massive column. He would have to look elsewhere for an escape, pushing his way through the thick blades all around him. He resigned himself to his task and took a deep breath. At least the air here smells nice, he thought. Higher still the brown tower climbed, reaching for impossible heights miles above the lost and bewildered speck; at its very top, if such a concept could even be understood by him, a round, black tip that soared higher still, piercing the pink sky above.

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Tiny scrunched her toes, the side of one digging into the plush pad of another digit, scratching at the minor irritant on her foot while five of her esteemed guests attended to her whims, as per their joint request. The rabbit relaxed on the wide couch, the warped metal joints sagging and groaning under her weight as she shifted her girth. Two of her customers knelt on the ground before her feet, taking one large paw in each of their small hands, their little mouths suckling on and kissing each of her fat toes, their tongues licking every inch of them they could reach. Their fingers dug into her soles and massaged the soft skin of the rabbit’s feet. Their tender ministrations earned an affectionate nuzzle of her foot against their rosy cheeks or her wet toes rubbing into their faces, pinching their noses or teasing their open mouths. Two more lay in the couch across the room from her, their half-naked bodies trapped beneath each of her overgrown breasts, now swollen to ridiculous proportions and taking up much of the crowded seat they sat in. They kneaded her supple breasts, their heads and hands sinking deep into her chest flesh, each giving her a teasing lick and nibble of her sensitive and puffy pink nipples, each big around as the hands holding them.
Tiny clenched her seat cushions and moaned softly while the fifth attended her, feeding the immobile bunny grapes, plucking them off the vine one by one and into her waiting mouth before offering her a glass of wine. She took a sip and offered him an appreciative pat on the head, his tail wagging eagerly with the gesture. The rabbit had to admit being pampered by her guests was a new one for her, but she appreciated the break from her typically horny fare. Though judging by the bulges in their pants, they were nothing but thoroughly aroused. If they got off on being completely subservient, who was she to judge?
“Y-You’re looking beautiful today, ma’am,” the fifth guest stammered, setting the plate aside and massaging her shoulders, licking his moist lips as he ogled at her immense rack from the side.
Tiny nodded, stifling a moan when one of her pinned guests freed himself and crawled on her chest, his fingers and toes tickling her rack like little insects as his head dove into her cleavage. She reached for him with one hand and pushed down on his head, trapping it between her breasts.
“Hmhm. You boys are spoiling me rotten,” she giggled, patting the shoulder of her customer as more of him disappeared into her chest, her swollen tits ballooning further outward little by little, threatening to snap the sides off of the sturdy couch. “I swear, you’re trying to stuff me like a turkey.”
She turned her head to her attendant and raised a suspicious eyebrow at him. “You’re not planning on eating me after all this, are you?”
Her second trapped patron freed himself and kissed her giant breast, offering it a gentle pat as he climbed over the sinking body of his friend. “Of course not,” he said, “unless that costs extra.” He licked her cheek before his head dove in and joined his mate’s. The bunny smiled and held onto the pair, holding them together as they drowned in her rack, more of their bodies vanishing while her tits simply grew bigger and heavier still.
Tiny licked her lips. “I’m just messing with you, honey. I’ve already had two of your friends and an early appetizer.” Her hand came to a rest on the couch, patting Waffle’s folded clothing. “I think I’ve got room in me for five more.”