“ENJOY!~”
That Was the very last thing Roel heard from the outside world moments before the only light source
allowing him to see the body-like landscape of his new world vanished. The puny Canine's mind was
overanalyzing the peril of his current situation. The photographer was so over-concerned with how
dangerous it was to find yourself ultra-tiny and on the body of someone else that Roel forgot for a
fraction of a moment that he was sprawled on the vast surface of that famous Siamese Cat nut!
Slowly Roel was getting used to the new surroundings, his eyes getting used to the little light that
managed to make through the thick; well thick to someone as small as the Doggy, as Isaac wore a
light, silk black speedo. As soon as the tiny paparazzi stood up, he found himself admiring the very
base of that Feline's flaccid dickhead foreskin, at least the part of it that fits in the flame of his
pathetical perspective.
At that moment, the puny Doggy inhaled deeply, only to find out it was a big mistake. The heavily
scented air carrying a potent and pure masculine aroma invaded his nostrils and made its way into his
lungs, but unlike anything else, he had yet experienced during his "adventure" through that model's
body. The scent coming out of the very entrance to Isaac's foreskin had a tiny little touch of the
Siamese Cat's urine. Probably some imperceptible leftovers that remained around the wrinkled folds
of that enormous foreskin. But, to someone as tiny and puny as Roel was now, the scent was
magnified to levels impossible to ignore!
Roel would even fall on his butt once again, not because of Isaac's body movements or anything like
that. He was simply amazed by the simple yet sheer demonstration of male power. The whole thing
was even more impressive if considered how much of a twink, almost girly body type that model had.
But to Roel right now, none of that mattered as he was constantly reminded how much of a male Isaac
really was by the impressive view resting right in front of him.
Finally, Roel started to put himself together. Slowly standing up one more time and slowly recalling
the titanic Cat's last words.
"I have only till lunchtime to get the job done…."
The nano paparazzi spoke to himself, bringing his smart band up to check the time. He had little less
than one hour to get the job done and then request Isaac to get the hell out of the confines of his
speedo! Looking around once again, Roel's little heart started to fast beating. The vastness of a single
ball surface, as he seemed to be standing on top of the Siamese Cat's right nut, was so impressive
large to the point the tiny Doggy could barely see the equally massive cleft that was nothing more
than the "small" division of skin separating the model's both testicles.
"Shit! There is no way I can make it! It would take hours just to walk across one of his balls!"
"It'll be better if I…."
At that precise moment, Roel put his hand into the pocket of his cargo shorts only to feel a cold shiver
running down his spine right to the tip of his tail. The pocket was empty! No signs of his phone
whatsoever.

Immediately, the sentence spoken by the Feline's booming voice repeated in his head. "... JUST BE
AWARE I WON'T CHANGE MY ROUTINE JUST BECAUSE OF YOUR PRESENCE AND… I'LL
VERY LIKELY FORGET ABOUT YOUR EXISTENCE DOWN THERE, SO… KEEP YOUR PHONE
CLOSE AND AT HAND AS IF YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!”
The puny Dog had a little moment of panic! Without even noticing he was doing so, Roel started to
yell at Isaac. Yelling as loud as he could, even if he knew very well it was only a waste of time and
breath. But, even if the all-popular model couldn't even hear the small Canine, less yet reply to his
cries. That impressive and massive landscape-like body seemed to have listened to Roel and decided
to answer.
A rumbling, loud sound was all the tiny Doggy listened to before the very ground underneath his
paws started to jiggle and move! Roel was forced to stay on the ground, face-first against that hot,
humid, and scented surface of a Cat's ball, all the while Isaac was simply readjusting his lying position
on the hammock. Unfortunately, the Siamese Cat decided to cross his legs while simply and casually
checking notifications on his phone. The godly Feline was completely unaware of the consequences
of that one action over the tiny photographer left to endure his body.
Even if Roel managed to hold the position on the spot on top of the ballsack of that enormous Cat, he
was left to stare in total awe as a single sweat droplet running through the side of that flaccid yet
enormous dick, of that Feline, approached his location. The closer that sweat droplet, the bigger it
looked like. Eventually, Roel was merciless and effortless, carried by that sweat droplet towards the
cliff dividing Isaaac's ballsack.
Falling off the surface of the right testicle, Roel was lucky to grab hold on some of the pubes before
ultimately reaching the bottom of that Cat's speedo. The anthro Canine was halfway down. Stuck
between the warm confines of two impressive mountains that were nothing more than the testicles of
another male. Glancing quickly on the screen of his smart band, he noticed he had only about fortyfive minutes to climb back up to the surface of Isaac's balls before the titanic model sands up to go
have lunch! Looking up above, Roel knew the climbing wasn't going to be easy, especially if a second
sweat droplet decides to make its way down through the same location the first one just did. Not to
mention the paparazzi still had no idea as to where his phone went.
On top of all that, the Doggy couldn't even give himself the luxury to stop and have rest as he was
under the heavy effects of Isaac's natural male musk. Any extra minute breathing that Feline in Roel
was risking having his brain chemistry altered, making him believe that Isaac was an actual god and
his owner.
After cleaning some of the sweat leftovers out of his face, the Canine calmy inhaled before saying to
himself.
"Ok, Roel, think! Just think!..."
After some seconds, the paparazzi's eyes widened with realization!
"The smart band!!!"

The smart band resting on the Canine's wrist was connected to his phone all this time. Roel could
easily use the smart device to track the other one. And so he did, only to be left disappointed.
According to the band, the smartphone's location was hundreds of meters upwards, north. The phone
was very likely somewhere around the Siamese Cat's foreskin, if not around the base of the phallus,
lost around a dense forest made entirely of pubic fur around Isaac's crotch.
In any case, that didn't change the fact Roel will have to make that climb if he ever wanted to have a
real chance of making it out of that situation. Not to mention he'll have to rely upon his phone's
camera to finish the job, as his professional camera was nowhere to be found and lost around the
genitals of a massive anthropomorphic domestic cat.
Step by step, little by little, Roel was approaching the top of that musky, warm mountain once again.
Isaac phallus was huge; even if flaccid, that weapon of massive destruction had its enormous head
rested over the edge of the ballsack the puny Doggy was climbing. By the time Roel reached the
foreskin frenulum, he only had fifteen minutes to find the phone. After that, his whole world would be
thrown into motion. But despite knowing all that, He decided to have a break.
The Canine's resting spot was so up close to that massive foreskin frenulum that Roel was not only
forced to inhale the heavily concentrated masculine aroma. But he was also able to see in with some
level of details precum leftovers stuck to the wrinkled folds of that frenulum looming just overhead.
That is one of the many issues of being so tiny on someone's else body, no matter how fancy or clean
they are. You would be no match even to the smallest leftovers of dust on their body. In this case,
some of the said precum leftovers were larger than the hotel itself by scale comparison from Roel's
perspective.
After the break, a cheerful smile formed on the Canine's face upon looking at the smart band screen
once again. According to the band, the smartphone was pretty close. Only a few dozen meters up
above now. If Roel didn't know better, he could tell that the phone was actually stuck somewhere
around the very foreskin frenulum that now loomed overhead.
To confirm his theory, Role sent a signal from his smart band to the phone, hoping to hear the familiar
bzzzzz from the phone. The anthro Canine touched on the screen of the band, hoping to hear
anything familiar. But instead, Roel didn't listen to anything besides the natural inner body
sounds of the very gargantuan Feline he was currently lost on. The paparazzi decide to give it a
second try, again, besides the loud, casual sloshing sound of huge amounts of cum casually
bouncing around in the confines of the very testicle he was currently clung to for dear life, he
didn't hear a thing about the notification ringtone at all.
Almost giving up and preparing to resume the climbing, Roel decided to give a third and last try.
This time, finally, the puny Canine was able to hear the so expected right tone coming from his
phone.
"YES!! THANKS, GOSH!"
The paparazzi spoke in relief, knowing that the device was near enough to be heard now.
Unfortunately, not so long after that hearing the right tone of his own smartphone. The whole
world was vibrated with the booming, ultra-loud right one of a much bigger phone. Isaac's phone.

"YES!... ALRIGHT, I’LL TAKE THE ELEVATOR AND MEET YOU THERE.”
That was Isaac speaking, probably answering somebody on his own smartphone. Roel’s first
reaction was to look at the band, checking the time.
"What! No! He is five minutes earlier...ah!!!"
THUMMMPPP!
Five minutes earlier or not, time was up, and the Siamese Cat was uncrossing his legs, about to
stand up. Unfortunately, Roel was caught off guard, and all of his climbing progress was erased
in a few short seconds as he lost hold of the pubes and found himself free falling between the
valley formed by both testicles once again.
This time around, the falling was even worse as Isaac was standing up to his full height, making
it impossible for Roel to get hold of any strand of fur again. The tiny paparazzi hit the humid
bottom of the black speedo like a missile. Fortunately, he is tiny, nano-sized and Isaac wore a
fancy silk speedo. The combination of such factors made physics play by his side.
Roel was unharmed, but he was in trouble. Staring upwards, he couldn't even see the tip of that
monstrous-sized dick head at all. God only knows how many hundreds of meters down below he
must be now. On each side of his location, there were endless walls made of pure fresh, warm,
and humid fresh. The puny Canine knew he was staring at the very base of the pair of sierras
that made up ballsack of that Cat!
"Shit! This is not good! Not good at all!"
Right up front to Roel was the entrance to the darkness, endless cave. That cave could only be
the imperceptible passage that existed underneath the sack of that godly Feline, formed by
Isaac's ballsack crevice. If walking in that direction, Roel would eventually find himself
underneath the Siamese Cat's taint. That if he doesn't end up lost or, worse, pinned underneath
countless tons of heavy balls.
"No matter what happens, I can't go in there…."
But the decision was made for him. Upon standing, Isaac remained still for a very short period
while checking the last few messages on his phone before resting the device on the corner table
by the side of the hammock mounted on the balcony of his fancy suit and then began to walk.
The first movement of Isaac's right leg propelled itself forward served not only to generate the
biggest seismic events Roel had seen so far. But also to provide the tiny paparazzi with a sample
of what could have happened to him if he were to be standing by the base of those heavy pair of
balls in front of them. Isaac's right nut was propelled forward along the right muscle thigh of that
Cat. Anything as tiny as Roel was now that happened to be standing in front of the base of that
mountain would have found itself ground to dust underneath its massive weight.
The second step forward came, and this time, Roel was sent against his will to the even musky,
warm, and dark depths of that crevice between both orbs of the Domestic Cat. Meanwhile,
outside in the world dominated by divine beings such as Isaac himself, the popular model had

already completely forgotten about the presence of the puny paparazzi who was now fighting for
survival among his most private body parts. If the paparazzi fail to recover his phone, he might as
well start to get very used to living on the body of that Cat.
To Isaac, the walk from his room to the hotel's restaurant was quite uneventful and simple.
Meanwhile, to the Roel, it was the opposite. Each step the titanic Feline made generated a
powerful tremor that traveled through his thick thighs upwards till inevitably hit the poor Doggy.
On top of that, there was the fact Roel was inside the bulge of an anthro who was now walking,
Isaac's package and its content naturally bouncing against his thighs. But all of that was the least
of Roel's concerns. The puny Canine had two priorities on his mind. First, he couldn't allow
himself to slip underneath any of the gigantic spheres moving on each side of him. That is if Roel
wants to keep his nanobody in one piece. Second, he needed to get out of his current location
before Isaac's got a seat in the hotel's restaurant. If not, anything stuck underneath that pair of
male testicles would be left pinned; who knows for how long.
But odds were against the small photographer. Trying to move in such harsh conditions was very
impossible. Roel could barely dare to stand on his two feet. However, the nano Doggy persisted,
and eventually, he managed to get himself up. Now he only needed to calculate his timing with
the casual movements of Isaac's thighs. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The only
way he would be able to ensure he would head towards the direction he wanted to go, instead of
ending up underneath one of the said orbs.
THUMP!!!
"Shit!! ok one,, two,,,"
THUMP!!!
"Ok! Two seconds between each step!"
However, just as the puny anthropomorphic Canine was preparing to split forward. The next
thump, followed by the overpowering rumble and tremor, didn't happen. It never came at all. Roel
was left startled for a few seconds before realizing Isaac had stopped walking.
"No! No! No! Please don't tell me we are already at the restaurant!"
The panicking paparazzi spoke to himself. Unfortunately, the next thing he would listen to would
only confirm his fears as he heard a third muffled, yet booming, voice coming from outside
saying.

“ISAAC, PLEASE TAKE A SEAT.”
“Shiiiit!”
It was gonna be now or never. The puny Canine broke into running. Roel didn't even know where
he was heading. He just wanted to see himself outside of that large, humid, and warm crevice as
fast as possible! And if he had to wait an extra second, he wouldn't have made it. The nano
Doggy jumped out of the crevice in time to feel his pathetical body being propelled forward a few
extra centimeters by displacing musky air escaping from the same fissure he just escaped from.

With an almost deafening explosion, the pair of heavy testicles belonging to that famous model
rested their waited on the surface of the chair, making that same fissure disappear as if it had
never been there at all. The tiny space between both orbs Roel was using for shelter was
completely gone now.
Roel seemed to be out of danger, for now. The living landscape of fresh and muscles
surrounding him was still and unmoving to the point one could mistake it all for large canyons if it
weren't for the heat and the humidity dominating the environment. However, acting as if a little
reminder, Isaac adjusted himself a little bit on the chair before finally feeling comfortable enough
to pay attention to the conversation and to his lunch. Of course, from the nano Dog perspective,
that simple action translated into an earthquake of large proportions, the last one before the
muscles forming the very walls around Roel finally relaxed.
The photographer didn't know exactly where he was. The only thing Roel knew for sure was that
he couldn't go back from where the same way he came from. As the very passage and the entire
space was occupied by countless tons of heavy ballsack. The puny Doggy even allowed himself
to take the risk to approach the very based of said balls to try and lift at least one of them up. The
scene was more than pathetical. Roel didn't manage to lift even a single fold on the wrinkled skin
of Isaac's orbs at all. Utterly humiliating.
"Ok, Roel, just keep calm and put your shit together. you're still alive, so that is a good thing."
Taking a deep breath only served to confirm to the anthro Dog that he was still around the crotch
of that godly Cat. In fact, it didn't take long for Roel to realize that he was underneath Isaac's
slightly sweaty taint. The small space separates the ballsack from the entrance to the tail hole.
Needless to say that from the photographer's perspective, that space wasn't small at all. But now
that Roel was allowed to think straight, the first thing that came to his mind was…
"THE PHONE!!!"
The poor Canine looked upwards as if he could even see Isaac's phallus. Instead, he was
greeted by warm, humid skin that formed the Feline's taint and nothing more. Roel immediately
checked within his smart band on his left wrist if the phone was still connected, only to read the
following message: Phone offline.
"SHIIIT!"

The tiny paparazzi was panicking once again. That could very well mean that the phone didn't
endure the casual walk from the bedroom to the restaurant. The only device capable of allowing
Roel to communicate with that god-like model Cat could very be nothing more than fine dust
stuck around the sticky folds of Isaac's foreskin frenulum among precum leftovers.
Desperately, Roel kept trying to establish the connection between his smart band and the
smartphone until finally, and smile of relief appeared on the Canine's snout. Apparently, the
device was just fine, as shown by the info on the tiny band's screen. The rough trip from the
bedroom to the hotel's ground floor made both devices lose connection momentarily.
But that didn't mean the nano Canine could sit down and breathe, relieved. To be fair, that was
only the beginning of Roel's journey. Not only he was considerably far away from the Feline's nut

than before, as he didn't have any idea as to how long the titanic Siamese Cat will remain still in
that sitting position.
"Shit! What now?!"
Roel needed to figure out something, and he needed to do it fast. He couldn't simply come back
through the same way he came from, useless he had super strength to be able to lift that set of
heavy orbs. Looking down north was the path to Isaac's buttchecks that would inevitably take
Roel to the anthropomorphic Feline's tail hole. Not a good place to go, especially if you are
almost nano. Even the smallest of the smallest contractions out of the anus sphincter's folds
could crush someone as tiny as Roel was now without the owner of said anus even noticing a
thing.
The puny paparazzi was left with no choice other than climb up again, but this time he would
have to do from the backside of the Cat's sack and pray to the lord that upon getting back to the
top, he would manage to find a way of accessing the surface without getting crush into a red
stain during the process. But none of that would be worth it if Roel didn't actually climb it.
Without waiting any further, the nano Canine put himself to work. Though, upon placing one hand
at the surface of the left testicle, Roel immediately noticed a big problem. Being underneath
Isaac's taint meant he was in a much more humid and sweaty place than before. He was
basically beneath an immense, heavy set of genitals and surrounded on each side by massive
thighs made of pure muscles. It was obvious that the location was going to be warmer and
wetter.
"Shit! I should consider changing my career if I make it out of this situation…."
Roel said to himself moments before a loud and booming voice coming from the outside world
made his pathetical form fall on his butt. He couldn't even understand what was spoken given
how muffled it sounded due to his current location, so deep inside bulge of that titanic, all
glorious Siamese Cat. But if anything, that only served to remind the nano Doggy that the clock
was ticking. And as if that wasn't enough, Isaac even readjusted his legs once again while sitting.
Not only shaking Roel's whole world but lucky, this time, working in good favor to the puny
Canine.
The wrinkled folds on the surface of that ballsack were accentuated due to Isaac's last leg's
movement. Providing Roel with more grip, allowing for a better climb. Wasting no time, the tiny
paparazzi put himself to climb once again. By the time Roel was about halfway up on Isaac's
testicles, once again, his body utterly sore. From Roel's tiny perspective, it was like he had
climbed the biggest mountain on the planet twice in the same day. Not even Roel knew how they
managed to do it, probably the adrenaline rush.
But just as things seemed to be getting better, once again, the tiny Canine felt the wall made of
living fresh start to vibrate and rumble…
"ISAAC, PLEASE NO!!!"
Of course, it was useless. Isaac would never hear a none speck begging for mercy from the
depths of his package. The massive Siamese simply adjusted his legs once more, fully pinning a
puny Canine among the wrinkled folds of skin on his ballsack in the process.

For the first time, Roel got really close to turning into an imperceptible red stain on the folds of
skin of someone who wouldn't even notice it, and even if Isaac did, he probably wouldn't even
mind given the fact it was Roel himself who put himself in such situation. One could say he asked
for this. The pressure imposed on him by both thigh and testicle was overwhelming but constant.
until…
"EXCUSE ME, GUYS, BUT I GOT TO TAKE THE RESTROOM."
Without allowing Roel to even say anything, the puny Doggy felt the increase on G forces as the
godly Feline stood once again. And that was only the beginning as soon after that Isaac was
walking. Each stride of the gargantuan Feline was grinding the nano Canine against ball and
thigh, threatening to grind Roel something less than dust. Lucky, the sweat that once almost
drowned the poor paparazzi, now came to rescue him.
A large sweat droplet passed through the location Roel happened to find himself stuck and
pinned to. The combination of the wetness with the body movement ended up expelling the puny
anthro out of that terrible prison, sending Roel upwards back on the surface of Isaac's sack.
Roel could have waited until it was safer to move, but if what he heard was right and Isaac was
moving to the restroom, meaning that the Cat was probably about to relieve his bladder, there
were big chances that his phone might be either dropped from the foreskin frenulum or crushed
by gigantic fingertips the moment Isaac pull back the musky, warm wrinkled skin covering the
head of his dick. Given all of that, the tiny Doggy couldn't give himself the luxury of waiting. But
not so long after Roel put himself into motion, running towards the very tip of that musky dick the
faster he could, the entire world came to a stop.
"No! No! No! Wait! Please just give me some more time!"
The paparazzi was indeed getting real close to the foreskin frenulum once again, but just as he
was about to touch his smart band to signal his smartphone, Roel got temporarily blind. It was
too late! Isaac's enormous fingers had already pulled open the black speedo the puny Doggy
spent the last hours lost inside, allowing blinding lights from the outside world to come crashing
in. By the time Roel finally managed to adjust his equally puny eyes to a new source of light, his
jaw was left wide open.
The anthro Doggy saw two innocent fingers doing something someone as small as himself would
never imagine being able to do. Lifting that city-sized flaccid phallus up dozens of meters in the
sky and taking it out of the musky confines of that speedo. Tiny, imperceptible sweat droplets
were falling off the body of that godly shaft as it was casually lifted, almost crushing the poor
Roel down below. All of that happened under the notice of the giant Cat, owner of that same
phallus.
"No, please! Isaac, please! Don't do it! I just need a little bit more time!"
The puny Roel begged as if he was beginning to his new owner, master, or god. To some
extend, he was going to get used to that new life after all as just as he finished his sentence, the
tiny Canine heard the loudest of all rumbles he had yet within the inner body muscles of that
Siamese Cat. It was Isaac's urethral muscles contracting and relaxing in preparation to release
all of that ocean amount of piss!

It didn't take long after that for rumbling internal noise to turn into a loud waterfall-like sound.
From the surface of Isaac's ballsack, Roel was able to have a privileged view of the highpressure, yellow jet of hot urine running at high speed going down below! If anyone his size were
to be in front of that powerful jet of urine, there would be nothing left, no doubt. Completely
pulverization would be the fate of whoever was in front of that.
But not everything was lost as lady luck decided to provide the nano Doggy with a last chance of
success. Meanwhile, Roel was in total awe, admiring what could be described as the most
overpowering sample of maleness in his entire life. He noticed a tiny glowing speck falling off the
wrinkled folds around the frenulum of that dick head. A tiny glowing speck falling off that location
could only mean one thing.
"THE PHONE!!!"
Roel yelled and immediately broke into running again. Running as fast as his tiny legs could
carry him, trying to get the phone before it hits the "ground" below. He didn't risk having the
phone breaking or slipping in balls, sweat, and getting lost once again. Maybe even crushed the
moment the towering Cat put his big and imposing male document back in his package. And for
the first time in the day, something went just the way Roel had planned. The miniature Canine
managed to catch the phone mid-air, saving it from hit against the floor. But the happiness of that
paparazzi was short-lived.
The microscopic Husky wasn't even allowed to celebrate as he felt a strong but short tremor
vibrating his world. The tremor itself was already quite terrifying, but it got only more impressive
upon realizing what was it that generated it. It was nothing but Isaac's urethra muscles
contracting and cutting off the high pressured stream of urine running out his slit! A very innocent
action that turned out to be an impressive display of power.
Things were about to get worse as Roel noticed that the Giga Siamese was preparing to shake
his dick!
"SHIT!!! ISAAC WAIT!!!"
No can do. The massive index and thump fingers were already moving the flaccid penis upwards
in preparation for shaking it! Lucky Roel wasn't sent falling off the surface of that Cat's balls
again, but only because he took a direct hit from a single piss droplet. The warm, yellow, and
heavily scented liquid marked the Doggy's body immediately upon impact! Turning Roel into
Isaac's property, but worse than that. It left the tiny photographer stuck in position due to its
superficial tension!
All the while, up above, Isaac was casually shaking his massive, monstrous-sized dick! Roel
knew that any time that Cat was gonna finish shaking it and he would simply let it fall to rest on
top of his ballsack. PRECISELY WHERE HE HAPPENED TO BE STUCK TO!
There was nothing he could do, even if he messaged the Cat; any normal person would finish
putting their dick back inside their clothes before replying to a text, and on top of that, Isaac left
his phone recharging in his bedroom.

With one final act of effort, Roel lifted up his phone, aimed his camera towards the massive
foreskin frenulum of that model, and took the last photo of his career before watching that thick,
monolithic dick coming towards him in a high speedo to ultimately crush him.
THUMP!!
Roel was no more.
=======
Some hours later, Isaac was finally stepping into his bedroom once again. The first thing he did
was to check his phone messages, and one of them was Roel's last photo.
"Oh!!! Great photo! It seems that you are doing great down there! Just tell me when you want to
leave and take a couple more before you do so!"
And so the Siamese Cat rested his phone on the table once again before moving into the kitchen
area of his fancy suit room. Not even noticing, the message that came right after: "Your message
couldn't be delivered because the recipient device is no longer active or valid."
Later that day, the Siamese Cat took a shower, thoughts about Roel never crossing Isaac's mind
again any pieces of evidence of the puny paparazzi were washed away, permanently.

The end.