how you have to forcefully pull away to raise the paw cause their sticky remains hold the paw down. The tiny little screams and how they're just swiftly silenced.

As a nice touch, each character has their own preferred methods to fill the enjoyment circles and that's nice to figure out.

Much thanks

You drew in a sharp rush of fresh air, your face cooled from no longer being under the heavy heat of the giant. You saw him flash a silly grin at you, laughing lightly while rubbing the back of his head.

"Whoops! Almost flattened you there, didn't I?"

Then suddenly, that weight almost doubled; pressing even further downwards just for a brief moment as the big boyf shifted his weight to suddenly stand up; lifting a metaphorical weight of the world right off of you.

It was utterly immobilizing. You could do little more than utter a muffled groan and kick your tiny legs; squirming just enough to let him know you were underneath him.

That Bree butt was unrelenting, overwhelming and oh god just how much did he weigh?! That smothering weight squished upon your head and upperbody; dimpling you into the cushion material. If not being sandwiched between two soft surfaces you surmised you would have been crushed.

It defied all logic. He was as /HEAVY/ as he was soft and squishy. His rear seemed to magically yield to the shape of your head and face; yet it was such a crushing weight squishing down on you; giving you a first hand experience in learning how much give the cushions have.

Next thing you see is that overwhelming ass of his hovering over you, clad in a snug pair of black boxers (which also did an amazing job of outlining his package), and time seemed to slow down to a crawl as Moon's moon descended right onto your unsuspecting head.

You wasn't sure how much time had passed before the heavy thumps of the big guy's footfalls got your attention.

"Hey pipsqueak, where'd you get to?" He called out as he positioned himself to sit on the couch without even taking a moment to look.

Your mind slipped into a slight lull as your nose twitched from a scent you're all too familiar with. His scent was well worn into the cozy material of the couch. Damn, are all umbreons this /fragrant/?

Even if he was a bit of a jackass, you found it very warm and comforting.

Perhaps you did, it was comfy with plenty of room after all. The cushions barely gave under your weight; not meant for one of your stature at all. A rather squirm-worthy comparison given how easily the big lug destroyed your couch in an instant.

You clambered onto the couch; yes, climbing UP onto a couch to get comfy; feeling incredibly embarrassed over your legs dangling over the edge of the cushion, a cushion you could hardly fill. Even the couch was massive, you could use it as a bed if you wanted.

"Make yourself at home short stuff, I'm gonna go freshen up."

Easier said than done. Just taking a simple glance around, it all seemed so novelty; like something out of an amusement park, some sort of "fun" section with giant furniture.

The killer was that he was taller than peers of his height. Even if his friends looked down at you, he'd still be at least a head taller looking down past them as you as well.

Every time you thought about it, you shivered. World altering event or not, no one should be THAT big.

Being at his place was almost enough to give you second thoughts. Him squeezing into your space made him seem BIGGER, but here, in his space, you feel even SMALLER.

It was as if you had shrunk somewhat being in a space meant for someone his size.

"You good?"

You snapped to attention. Your cheeks were burning. Steam was practically coming out of your ears.

Taking things to the next level was going to be an extreme challenge.

Maybe his place would be better next time. You couldn't afford him breaking your bedroom tonight

So big. So thick. You wondered how they would feel against you; how soft and warm they would be against your face, how your lips would feel against that pillow sized sole.

You wondered how you could ask him to step on you without it seeming weird.

He made himself more comfortable, propping his feet up on the table; the furniture buckling slightly under the weight while blocking your view in the process.

You didn't complain. You found yourself staring and fantasizing about them again; a more enjoyable view in your opinion.

He was bigger than your furniture, and he was so big it was like he /was/ furniture. It was practically dizzying. He was rumbling with emotion in reacting to the movie; a chuckle there, a remark there. Leaning against him like this made those rumbles seem like thunder.