[!warning] Adult Content This story features shrinking and foreskin entrapment
[!info] Story Description My entertainment lizards have some unique ways of helping you get to sleep. Tonight, Mala decided he’ll give you a very intimate and personal tuck-in.
This story was originally posted to Mastodon on September 16, 2023.
Mala is tired. He’s going to bed. You’re going with him. These are all simply facts.
He’s too tired for the usual theatrics. He simply looks at you, snaps his fingers, and you’re reduced to a fraction of an inch tall. The green male towering above you is still cute, but… just a bit dangerously big. Intimidatingly so. The veiny monster dangling between his legs probably aids with that.
“Bed-tiiiiiiiime~” he sing-songs. He licks his right pointer finger, crouches down, and attempts to adhere you to it. If you dodge, he giggles and tries again, using his tail to corral you back into his reach. This is just a game to him, after all. It’s like playing with a bug that you know can’t escape. His saliva is like glue, at your scale, and the moment his finger makes contact with you you’re adhered to it.
He moved slowly with you on that finger. He doesn’t want to make you overly dizzy or uncomfortable. “Time to tuck you in~” he teases. You’re presented to the front of his cock, where every tiny wrinkle and detail of his malachite-colored foreskin and the glistening, exceptionally dark green cockhead lurking within. He doesn’t pull that foreskin back, either. He just slides his finger in there and wipes you off on his flesh, His finger pulls back and, as he promised earlier, he gently rubs over the spot where you are. You don’t even make an appreciable bulge in his skin, but he still can feel you and knows where to rub.
You’re kept in near darkness. His foreskin’s thick enough that almost no light comes through; you have only the dim twilight of the room coming in from near his cocktip. It gives you just enough light to make out shapes and to see that you really are every bit as tiny as you’d hoped he’d make you… and perhaps even a bit smaller than that, just because he could. Every surface around you is warm to the touch, but not unpleasantly so. The scent, however, is omnipresent. If you’re not nuzzling against his body, it’s powerful. If you are snorting it from the source it’s practically overwhelming. Other bits of filth rub against you, matting your fur, marking you in his scent, and making sure you feel like just the disgusting little mammal you know, deep down, that you really are.
Mala’s walk to the bedroom is a nonevent for the lizard. To you, however, it means everything rhythmically sways back and forth, like you’re in a cruise ship at sea. There’s a distinct thwap and shock as his cock slaps against his thighs with each alternating step, but the flesh absorbs most of the shock before it rattles you too badly. You certainly feel it, but it’s not enough to hurt you… or dislodge you, for that matter. Even though his cock’s completely soft and hangs straight down, you’re not going anywhere.
He hops into bed and nestles in. He snuggles up against someone else in the nest but you have no way of knowing who. You just feel a firm pressure as Mala’s dick gets pressed in against another surface and it’s probably not the mattress. He reaches down to give you one last good night pat, then yawns cutely as he drifts off to bed.
You’re stuck in there all night, like it or not. The flesh is thick enough that you’d never be heard if you yelled. Things are getting hotter and the humidity is oppressive. You’re likely going survive the night, but you’re gonna be a complete mess in the morning! Just like you wanted, little creature~