The Shiba Inu sat down in the busy cafeteria. He had been trailing the same otter for a couple days now. He had passed the otter just the other day; the poor guy was rushing all over the place. Frito Inu knew that he had to help in any way that he could. The stressed out otter was going to be his little guinea pig, and in the end they would both be much happier. His future was bright; the dog had plans in mind if this first experiment went over well. 

It had been a month since Frito was mailed a package containing the syringes. They contained instructions on just how to use them, what they did, and why he should use them. The syringes were used to shrink people; if it worked, Frito didn't know. But it was definitely part of his own interests. He wanted to do good for the world, and in the end this was going to be it. He would help these poor students to gain a stress free life, no matter the personal cost. 

It took two days to figure out Otter’s schedule and daily plans. It was pretty straight forward. Every day he would spend his lunch, plus another period just messing around with an old radio. It was frustrating to watch since the otter clearly had a passion for the radio, and how it functioned. Yet he was failing everything that had to do with his major. The poor guy didn’t know what to do with himself most likely. 

Frito took it upon himself to help these poor students, who had passions in things, yet couldn’t live them out due to the system of this world. There were so many stressors in the world these days. Like the stress to find a job, and to pick a major that would make you some money later on. It forced people to live a life where they wouldn’t be happy. These people needed a new life, a new social norm.

The dog savored his meal as he waited on the otter. He was the son of a wealthy steel merchant. A shipping empire that spanned the globe. He was actually a foreigner here, taking management classes for his future steel empire. Frito had yet to decide if this would be something he wanted. But who would say no to a fortune? Either way, he didn’t have to worry about finances.

He grabbed the extra drink he bought after finishing up his little meal. The food here tasted amazing. He sprayed the contents of the syringe into the cup. It was meant for a direct application into the bloodstream, but either way it would work. It just wouldn't work as fast as the direct method. He put the drink on the otter’s table. 

“I have noticed you from over there over the past couple of days. You’ve been working really hard, here’s a drink. On me.” Without another word he casually left as the otter sat there bewildered.

The cafeteria would emptying out soon. At that point the otter would start to feel the effects of the formula. Frito made sure to get a drink that the otter would enjoy from his past spying. And since it was a public place there would be no sense in trying to force him to drink. If anything, it was a way to make him feel safe. This was going to be a smooth transition. The dog had read more than his fair share of training books in preparation for what was about to happen.

Just as the dog was lost in thought, the otter got up out of his seat and rushed to the bathroom. This was the chance Frito was waiting on. The dog rushed up and followed the otter; he also made sure no one else was watching them. Frito tried to make it seem as inconspicuous as possible; no sense in drawing attention when you don't want any. By the time he entered the bathroom in an open stall was a tiny wiggling mass of clothes.

The shiba got down on a knee as he inspected the clothing, all the while the otter fought to untangle himself from his own shirt. With a little effort the otter plopped down in his oversized pants, after escaping his shirt, and looked up at the big dog staring down at him. The sight for the otter was intense; he couldn't even believe what he was seeing. Looming over him was this massive, brown shiba inu that had a look of wonderment. They both didn't believe what they were seeing.

Before the otter could even speak the shiba brought his bag around from behind. The little otter covered himself up with the inside of his own pants pocket wondering what the gigantic dog was doing. Frito smiled to himself as he pulled out a little tin case that had at one time contained mints. Now it only contained a hastily stitched together padded bag, and some dental floss. The inside of the tin had another padded insert. It was the safest way to transport the now tiny otter.

Frito left the open tin can on the floor. It made a very loud metallic sound. The sound startled both of them when Frito realized that they had been sitting in silent for some time. Frito then plucked the lithe micro otter from his own sea of pants, meeting a little resistance from his captive. It was amazing; the feeling that the little otter was now in his care and was unable to escape the grasp around him. His little arms were easily kept between a thumb and finger and no matter how much he screamed and yelled the otter was deposited into the little padded tin case. This was the start to his new life reborn.

The shiba inu put the little mint tin in his back pocket before kneeling down again to put all of the otter’s things into his bag. His pants were tight to begin with, and the tin didn’t help. The idea that a living person could fit into his back pocket made him giddy. Frito knew he needed to buy bigger clothes. He had gained some weight since moving to college. Or maybe he should start working out, maybe he just needed the right motivation. His thoughts flew on his walk back to his dorm room. The thoughts and possibilities of the future wracked his brain; he had created the perfect escape from society for these people. He was going to help them.

When the dog finally burst through his dorm room door, he closed it behind himself with a thud. Frito reached behind himself and got the little tin compartment where the otter was located. His computer chair creaked as he sat in it. Before the dog released the little otter he got out a blank sheet of paper, a ruler, and some doll clothes. He closed up the book about pet training, shoving it to the edge of the desk before turning on a desk light.

The tin opened up to a little otter who swore it was aliens or something abducting him. Any possibility was valid for his capture, other than somehow being shrunk and absconded with. In his reality, that made no sense. As the massive lid opened the light blinded the poor little otter. Massive hands blocked out the light as they invaded his personal place. And now that Frito was alone in his room, with the privacy the dog needed, he was going to acclimate the otter to his new life.

First what the dog needed to do was take measurements. Just how big was the otter, how big could he compare it to the future ones? His thumb pressed into the little otter’s back, keeping him pinned to the rough wood desk. Dragging the ruler he gave a little rough measurement, but it was tough due to the otter’s constant struggles and wiggles. Frito tried to give the otter a soothing voice to calm him down, just trying to get any cooperation. 

Frito didn’t want to force anything onto the little otter. No matter how many times the dog pleasded for cooperation he got nothing but squeaks and resistance. His cheeks blushed the whole time as the otter was completely exposed to him. It was kind of cute, being able to pet, or hold the little creature. The dog loved how thick his tiny little otter’s tail was. The otter was exposed to his eyes and invasive touches. 

“Do you not see? I’m helping you. You should be thanking me for freeing you from an oppressive and judgmental society. No more stress from school! No more stress period!” The dog picked up the otter with one hand. “You must need some time to adjust, you’ll come to thank me. I know.”

He tossed the little otter in a terrarium from the top of it. Frito instantly regretted dropping him, but at the same time the dog was angered that this was nothing like this situation had been imagined. The otter was tiny, Frito doubted that the little fall would hurt him anyway. A little trip to the desk and back to the terrarium where he dropped a bunch of the doll clothes in with the brown otter.  Maybe it was for the best that he left the otter to his own devices, if only for him to come to terms with his better life. He needed to read up on possible training methods that would be right for this particular situation.

Time moved quickly for the dog. The ideas presented in this book based on food allocation suggested a reward treat basis could be used to train a lot of different pets. Then again, what did that make the little otter to him? Was he even still considered a person, now that he was completely reliant on Frito’s care? He thought back again at how the otter couldn't stop him as he measured and probed his nude form. 

Frito put down the book and stood up from his desk. His tight pants filled with an erection as he went over to his dresser. Taking out a pair of red shorts with a little star on them he thought about what options were available. He couldn't just take care of himself out in the open, not with his new guest in his tiny room. He had his own private bathroom, Frito could take care of himself there too.

In the bathroom he took care of his little problem. What weirded him out was that it wasn't the normal regular things that usually occupied his mind. In a ragged pant he couldn't believe himself. How could this one little otter, this act of helplessness change him so much? Yes, his life was going to be different. But this was way more different than he imagined. 

In ten or so years his vision of the future had so many people under his own charge. Entire families smiling up to him as he went about his days. A great, massive society of freedom, no stress, a perfect utopia. Something was different though, there were statues dedicated to his greatness. This was his personal sacrifice, all to help out the future little ones he was going to collect. His choice was the ultimate choice that saved and changed their life. They were chosen for their benefit. 

Frito walked out of the bathroom a new man. Completely nude, he was filled with something he hadn’t felt in his entire life, or at least that he could remember. It didn’t matter what he looked like, if he was out of shape or way shorter than other people. Because he had dreams and ambitions for his future, and it all started with the serum that was mysteriously given to him. Outside the walls of his kingdom he would be judged. In his dorm room kingdom he had no shame, he could do what he wanted to whomever he wanted. 

He walked up to the little otter, captivated with the sight he was seeing. The shiba from earlier drew close. He was slightly chubby, on that cusp of a spare tire around his waist. His hips were wide, he had noticed that he had a thick butt that acted like a little shelf for his curly tail. The dog loomed over him, and his eyes couldn't stop staring at all his curves. But soon, past his big ottery nose, his eyes trailed down past his gut to the revealed sheath. A little gulp escaped the otter as he looked past the gut back to the face. 

Frito looked down at the otter, watching intently at his silent declaration. The otter had put on a pair of shorts from the pile of clothes he had provided for him. And somehow a pair of toy glasses was found atop his head. Frito saw the otter’s head glance down and instantly the dog was beginning to get embarrassed again. The otter was wide eyed by the time he looked up, cementing what Frito was feeling. He gave a little cough and decided that maybe it was time to put on these shorts. Frito fumbled a bit with them before dropping them on the ground away from the terrarium. He was so clumsy. 

Taking a step towards them, he bent over to snatch the shorts up. Putting each leg in its respective hole, the dog thought about how it would look like for someone inside his shorts. Looking up at their savior, being hoisted up towards his private parts. It was the passive feeling, just that new thought made him partially excited. The dog could just imagine a passenger next to his loins for however long he wanted. Frito was so distracted that he tripped himself and fell back.

The otter watched as the dog started to pull up his shorts, only for the ass to fall against the glass. A loud startled yell filled the little otter’s ears as he backed up as much as he could watching as the ass pressed against the glass of his cage. The otter’s whole world shook as the glass and the table he was on took the weight of the massive dog that shadowed over all. Nothing was left to the imagination as the ass exposed itself to the little otter. And above the pressed ass the shiba’s little curly tail flopped over the top down into the terrarium. 

“Damn it!” The dog corrected himself and pulled up his shorts; how embarrassing. 

Frito blushed as he made his way back to his computer desk. His day wasn’t going as expected, and this little impression on the little one was at best a big embarrassment. The little pet wasn’t responding the way he should. The shiba had to do more research before he shrunk more. He was going to have to be more forceful to get compliance. Being nice and pleading for cooperation hadn't worked out the last hour, maybe a bit of punishment would fix this up. 

The otter held on for dear life. The tail was only in the glass prison for a short time, but in that time the otter grabbed ahold of the fur to make something of an escape. The massive steps shook him wildly. Every step was like an earthquake that made the tail itself bobble. When the shaking stopped just as he couldn't hold on any longer. A little squeak was all the little otter could say as he fell down. A little surprise reached him as he landed on a softer surface than the tiled ground below. He also hadn't fallen for quite as long as he thought he would. 

Looking back up the otter saw the bright red shorts that the shiba had put on. The tiny otter hadn't noticed just how tight they were, or how short they were. From his position he saw the shorts packed to the brim with two round mountains of shiba. The massive backside loomed over him, blocking out the lights from the ceiling overhead. He yelled in surprise as the ass started to lower, but the rear stopped. The shiba’s posterior rose back up. For the otter looking up he saw the shiba look behind at him, only to show a little grin as the ass began its descent again. 

Frito knew he should have made sure the otter was still in the terrarium. The dog had made so many mistakes, perhaps it was time to start over. A little feeling off his tail and a high pitched little noise from his behind alerted him to the now escaped otter. How embarrassing to have someone so close to such a private area, yet Frito felt as though he knew how to handle this situation. He slowly sat himself down until he felt a little squirming mass fight back against his descent. Until he fully sat down, putting his weight on top of the otter.

He bounced himself up and down a few times to try and center the little otter. In the back of Frito’s mind he was worried about hurting the little pet. Taking a few seconds, he opened his training book again, any ideas or assistance would be greatly appreciated. Maybe a system of rewards and punishments. Then again, this was his first time doing all this stuff. He was allowed to make mistakes. After all, there was always time to have a redo. Maybe, an experiment was needed to see just how compliant he could make them in the future. 

Frito stood up. Comically the little otter stuck for a second in the imprint of his cheeks before falling back onto the chair. “You’ve been a bad little pest, and you're going to learn who's the boss around here.” 

Frito squatted down, face level with the otter on his chair. He had to find a way to frighten him. “You’ll do whatever I say? Right?” Frito could see the otter pay attention to his maw, not maintaining eye contact. “Or… or I’ll have myself a rather thick noodle to swallow down.” 

Frito let that sink in as the otter looked from the maw to the shiba’s eyes. The dog could see pure horror in the little otter’s eyes. Ideas flooded Frito with how to properly set up a reward and consequence based training program. Either way the shiba had to show just what could happen if he was disobeyed. What reward could he use, food and treats were an obvious answer, but maybe it could be more personal. 

The shiba set his hand on the chair with an open palm. “Climb aboard.” Hesitation, and slight movement towards the hand could be seen; yet the otter refused. “Okay, all choices have consequences, you’re going to learn this lesson the hard way.” 

The hand that the otter refused to get into turned around and grabbed him. Kicks and squeaks escaped the otter as it was effortlessly grabbed and subdued. The otter was raised as the dog stood up, adding an extra dose of vertigo to his helplessness. The rough pads of the shiba’s hands pressed into him, almost forming around the little otter’s tiny body. When the movement stopped, the hand prison revealed the shiba’s open maw hovering over the little otter. 

The otter laid in the dog’s grip. Watching the individual saliva strands connect the two pointy sets of teeth. The otter was beyond frightened, so much so that he couldn’t even function. The otter could see the texture of the tongue as the dog started to lower it towards him. In reflex the otter tried to back up, but something happened. Instead of the tongue moving forward the hand he was in rose towards the outstretched tongue. In mere seconds the rough tongue pressed into him, the pressure from the hand kept him pinned against the wet and moist tongue. 

With effort he could push back the tongue a bit, only for it to fall back into place like a malleable reforming putty. The otter could smell the breath of the dog. A couple bursts of moist air escaped the dog, as if he was chuckling at the futile struggles of the otter to escape his tongue. The warmth and wet feeling crept over the little otter as he was covered in saliva. He tried to keep his face away from the disgusting tongue, but he failed as the hand started to move him. 

Frito pressed the little otter against his tongue, moving the creature back and forth as if he was brushing his tongue with a slippery toothbrush. “I think I’ll just call you Otter. You haven’t earned a name yet.” With that the dog popped the brown, nude otter into his maw, closing it from the outside world. 

The otter was bashed and ushered around by the wet muscle in the maw dictating where he was to be each second. The tongue pressed him against the slippery surface of the dog’s maw, before sucking on him to the layered roof. Ever since the mouth closed the heat and humidity of the mouth grew; it was a sauna of dog breath all around. The whole time the otter was getting pushed around, he tried his best to swim or move himself away from the tongue. Sadly Otter was still as helpless against the tongue as he was against the hand. 

Suddenly pressure forced Otter to the lips before he was spat out into the air that instantly chilled him. For a second he wished he could get back into the warm maw, which sounded crazy after he thought about it a second longer. The otter tumbled down a fuzzy slope, while spinning out of control he tried to get his bearings. This failed until he reached the end of the fuzzy tumble. The smells were different, and after recovering from a dizzy spell he realized just what he was smelling. The otter had rolled down on top of the pelvis of his gigantic captor. 

Frito chuckled a bit, watching as below his rocking belly the otter was right against his private parts. He had launched the otter from his maw, and tried to have him stop at his belly. Only for the otter to pick up more speed to cross that hill of a spare tire. It worked out perfectly, it seemed that Frito was now comfortable with himself, and the otter, to not care about what happened on himself. This was his world for the otter to explore, and Frito was going to make sure that he enjoyed the otter thoroughly.

A singular index finger pressed at the otter’s shoulder blades pressing his torso and head into his exposed dick. “Get used to this, I have a feeling you’re going to make a lot of mistakes before you’re trained.” 

The shiba must have taken off his tight red shorts sometime while Otter was being assaulted by his tongue. Now that he knew what the smell was, he tried desperately to escape from this embarrassing situation. Soon the hand brought him back up, to reveal the dick instantly come to life with excitement. Otter gulped at what his fate could be. He had given up in resisting and only wanted this horrible situation to end. It had to have been a very detailed nightmare; his therapist would laugh when he told them about this. 

Surprisingly, the dog moved the little otter away from his erection to the side of his massive hip. “Since you used my ass to escape. I think a fitting punishment would be to understand, that I use you. Not the other way around.” 

Frito had sat in a reclining chair, his hips had fit with just enough space to have an inch of free space between his hips and the armrest of the chair. With a little lean to the opposite side of the chair the otter saw the hip evolve into an ever expanding mass of ass that soon squished him against the armrest. The otter put his face to the side as his body was squashed by the ass enveloping his entire being in its thick embrace. Soon the shiba let him go, and stood up. 

“Let’s redeem you. Align yourself. Or else.” 

The otter recovered from his little episode for the ass, only to look up and see the ass start to squat down. The otter scrambled towards the back of the chair, only to realize that there wouldn’t be any space. Otter then ran towards the front, past the hanging fruit of the shiba, in an attempt to not get sat on by being between his legs. A little “tsk tsk” came from Frito from the front of otter. That was the wrong answer. He couldn’t think of any way to survive this situation without being punished. When the shiba started to spread his cheeks, revealing his exposed ass crack. The otter got the hint. 

To survive, pride had to be stripped. There were only a few moments left, so the brown otter scrambled under the fuzzy cheeks. Almost perfectly, at the right instance, Otter turned around only to look at the exposed pucker as it stopped inches from his face. The cheeks swallowed him up, the ass flattening out on the chair putting the little otter in a tight hug. Outside of the embrace were hundreds and thousands of pounds; he was in a safe personal place. 

The ass shifted as the shiba pressed down onto him. The pucker pressed right into his face. The warmth radiated right over him. The otter tried not to think too hard about the smell, or the situation he was in. Soon the ass lifted and a message was delivered onto him. “I want to feel you there” he said before the ass came back down. The otter gulped again as the tons of shiba plopped down again. This was shaping to be the worst day of the rest of his life. 

Almost in the exact situation again the otter knew what the shiba wanted. A moment of hesitation before touching the slimy ring of heat. The otter pressed down again, causing the otter’s hand to be pushed in as his face pressed against the pucker. The pucker clenched around his entire arm, as a muffled voice called down to him again. “Lick, I better feel it.” Of course, the otter supposed that any situation could get worse. There was no way to avoid this disgusting turn of events. 

He tried his hardest, striving to get the shiba’s approval. It felt like hours in hot, sauna-like   conditions. His whole world had shifted, nothing else mattered but this task. It was almost hypnotizing how the movements of the shiba coincided with his own movements. In a way, he was a part of this. His actions caused ripples in this current. Whatever he could do to get a reaction, he did. Otter lost the context of the situation he was in. This was his life. When the ass clenched and stopped reacting, he stopped moving; the air was beginning to get stale at this stage. 

Frito stood up, panting from his own masturbation. This had worked out. He had finally trained the little otter to do what he was told. It would take many months before he would be fully trained, but at least now Otter had an idea on what he should do to appease his savior. He felt really hot, and out of shape just from his own personal exercise. He would pick up something, after all, he needed to look the best that he could for his future subjects. 

The shiba looked behind him into the chair to find the otter missing. Anger welled up inside of himself. How dare that ungrateful piece of shit regress into an insubordinate bug. He was going to stomp the life right out of him when he found him. A little twitch from between his cheeks surprised him. Looking back at himself in a mirror he found the otter wedged between his cheeks, trying to get out. A sigh of relief escaped the dog’s maw as he comically peeled the otter off his behind. Placing the otter on his desk again as he got out the syringes that contained the special formula.

Just then yelling came from his neighbors. A loud voice muffed by the thin walls of the cheap dorms that they lived in. His maw grew a serious smirk as he listened intently on the other side of the room. He deduced that the neighbor just couldn’t find a job, and expenses were piling up. This sounded like a job for the shiba, a savior against the stress of everyday life. Who else could create a 100% perfect escape from society? He was given this godly power that only he could use. 

A loud crash woke the shiba up, forcing him to turn around and investigate. His eyes shot straight to the desk where the otter and the bundle of syringes could not be found. His breath started to grow haggard, as his heart beat erratically. No, no, no! Looking down he saw the otter rubbing his head, covered in the green formula that seeped from the broken syringes. He gave himself a moment to compose himself, then ran for some plastic gloves. 

By the time the giant came back the otter was smaller, much smaller. The broken glass started getting bigger and bigger around him, as the otter felt the liquid suck into him. The otter was swimming into his shorts as his goggles slide down like a belt around his waist. Otter had no idea what to do, why did he try and save the bundle from going off the edge? Why did he fall with them when he could have watched them fall? Did he fear what he could have been blamed for? It was no use thinking about possibilities now.

Now the dog stomped into existence with each passing second the dog grew slower and even more massive. The massive gloved hand took up the entire horizon before it blocked out the sun. The otter could barely come up to the rim of the goggles. He ran to the edge of his world to see a wall of liquid. The surface tension of the liquid made a wall around him that he couldn’t climb. Otter was trapped in his own shrinking prison. To the dog, the otter shrunk out of existence, gone forever due to the formula. This had been a learning experience that Frito would never forget. He would have to grow a lot as a person and find himself before he made another attempt at his utopia.