USER: Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn't always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro herbivorous furries that delighted in hunted down and swallowing their smaller cousins whole. This, however, was all before the rise of the macros. As you can imagine, there was a great deal of confusion when one day regular herbivorous furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size. At first, there seemed to be at least some form of cooperation between the two groups as they tried to repair the damage that had been done. However, the giant herbivores soon started to give up on the idea that the two groups could ever be considered equal. This was largely due to the fact that an average adult-sized micro was only about an inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's hooves without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micro predators's live's were thought of by most giants as entirely insignificant. Micros were snatched up from their homes and devoured, not because they were the only source of food for the macros or even remotely as filling as some of the macro's other options, b...

USER: As he was getting no sleep, the cheetah reminded what the father of his owner told about his growth into a macro bull of colossal proportions and how it made him involuntarily destroy several buildings and vehicles of the ancient world at the moment of the rise of the macros.

USER: Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn't always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro herbivorous furries that delighted in hunted down and swallowing their smaller cousins whole. This, however, was all before the rise of the macros. As you can imagine, there was a great deal of confusion when one day regular herbivorous furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size. At first, there seemed to be at least some form of cooperation between the two groups as they tried to repair the damage that had been done. However, the giant herbivores soon started to give up on the idea that the two groups could ever be considered equal. This was largely due to the fact that an average adult-sized micro was only about an inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's hooves without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micro predators's live's were thought of by most giants as entirely insignificant. Micros were snatched up from their homes and devoured, not because they were the only source of food for the macros or even remotely as filling as some of the macro's other options, b...

USER: As he was getting no sleep, the cheetah reminded what the father of his owner told him about how his growth into macro proportion made him involuntarily destroy several buildings and vehicles of the ancient world at the moment of the rise of the macros.

USER: Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn't always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro herbivorous furries that delighted in hunted down and swallowing their smaller cousins whole. This, however, was all before the rise of the macros. As you can imagine, there was a great deal of confusion when one day regular herbivorous furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size. At first, there seemed to be at least some form of cooperation between the two groups as they tried to repair the damage that had been done. However, the giant herbivores soon started to give up on the idea that the two groups could ever be considered equal. This was largely due to the fact that an average adult-sized micro was only about an inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's hooves without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micro predators's live's were thought of by most giants as entirely insignificant. Micros were snatched up from their homes and devoured, not because they were the only source of food for the macros or even remotely as filling as some of the macro's other options, b...

USER: The father told how his own growth into macro proportion made him involuntarily destroy several buildings and vehicles of the ancient world. His son listened as he was born after the rise of the macros he was already a colossus in a world of giants and was quite impressed to see the cheetah he owned was old enough to have really seen the stories his own father already told him.

USER: Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn't always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro herbivorous furries that delighted in hunted down and swallowing their smaller predator species cousins whole. This, however, was all before the rise of the macros. As you can imagine, there was a great deal of confusion when one day regular herbivorous furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size. At first, there seemed to be at least some form of cooperation between the two groups as they tried to repair the damage that had been done. However, the giant herbivores soon started to give up on the idea that the two groups could ever be considered equal. This was largely due to the fact that an average adult-sized micro was only about an inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's hooves without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micro predators's live's were thought of by most giants as entirely insignificant. Micros were snatched up from their homes and devoured, not because they were the only source of food for the macros or even remotely as filling as some of the macro's other options, but simply because they were powerless to stop them. Even if the macros weren't hungry, they would still find other cruel and unusual things to do with the micros to keep themselves busy. Some micros gathered together and fled to remote locations away from most of the dangers that they faced. This didn't protect them from everything however. No matter where they went, there was always something big that had it's eye on them. Even if there were no macrofurries around, micros found themselves being eaten alive by the animals that had grown on that day as well. It was a dangerous new world if you were a micro. Macros had destroyed almost entirely all civilization as it was known before they had emerged, creating a new world order in the process where micros found themselves close to the bottom of the food chain. The average micro at that stage was lucky to live to see the age of thirty. Several years passed after the rise of the macros, and for the micros, things only became worse. Macros on the other hand had used that time to build the beginnings of fully macro-sized towns and cities where they could live normal lives again. Things started to look almost identical to how they had appeared before. If you had gone to sleep as a micro herbivore back then, and woken up as a macro today, you would notice very little difference at all other than what you ate. Selling micros as food had become a very profitable business venture. Macros ordered micro platters at restaurants and took their time throwing the little ones into their mouths and crunching down on them. The giants could order anything from stir fried micros to ordinary live micros, which was most common. Another profitable venture was selling micros in packs as aphrodisiacs or masturbation enhancers. For most macros, the sensation of a dozen little bodies squirming against their loins was well worth the effort of going out and finding their own micros or buying packs from the store. Most macros bought pre-packed micros to avoid the hassle of having to collect their own. The companies that sold these packs, along with other things, did all of the prep work before hand including removing the micros clothes which made things a whole lot easier for the horny giants. As years went by, this relationship between macros and micros continued to exist. The macro's population increased substantially and so did the micro's despite their circumstances. Both groups became accustomed to their rolls as predator and prey; master and pet; and as an individual and his or her property. A macro entered in his kitchen, he was an enormous and beefy heavily muscled grey bull. This bull was looking to be in his twenties and his exaggeratedly massive muscles rippled with each of his movement. He sat on a chair in front of a table and started to toy with a wiggling tiny form held between two of his humongous fingers. That form was a grey furred anthropomorphic cheetah, slim and muscular and visibly older than the bull. The young bull was visibly delighted by his improvised tiny plaything and took great pleasure to rub the sole of the feet of the cheetah with the tip of one of his enormous fingers. The cheetah wiggled and squirmed, unable to escape from the tight grip of the bull's fingers. "Please... let me go," the cheetah pleaded, his tiny voice barely audible to the giant bull. The bull chuckled darkly. "Why would I let such a cute little thing like you go?" he asked, bringing the tiny cheetah up to his face. He grinned as he saw the fear in the micro's eyes. "You're much more fun to play with than any toy I could buy." The cheetah squirmed again, trying desperately to get free from the bull's grasp. But it was no use. He was too small and too weak to do any damage to the much larger bull. The bull continued to toy with the cheetah for a few more minutes before finally getting bored and putting the tiny creature on the table. The cheetah stayed on the table, trembling and scared, while the bull walked away to attend to other things. This was the life of a micro in the world of macros. A life of constant fear and danger, where their only purpose was to be a plaything or a meal for their giant masters. The next day the bull went to college and he brought the cheetah in a little cage he put in his backpack. The giant bull was studying the feline anatomy and their suppleness in particular. The section of the college building he went was specialized in scientific studies about micro predators and had a whole wings dedicated to keeping and husbandry of several specimens, a true collection of several micros were kept in cages and the bull could have access to several living feline specimen for his studies. The cheetah was his own possession though, as he was a rare specimen of Acinonyx pardinensis he collected during an expedition in a mountain range. In one of the labs of the college he placed the cheetah immobilized on the mat of a science bench. Several rubber tipped pincers were holding the micro in a position displaying his natural feline suppleness. At his side were a male lion, more muscular but visibly not as supple. He was immobilized the same way that te cheetah and the bull was comparing there anatomy and abilities, examining them closely with a magnifying glass and using a rubber tipped tweezers to prob and delicately move their comparatively tiny limbs. The micros twitched and struggled against their restraints, but the bull paid them no attention as he conducted his scientific research. He took notes in a notebook as he studied their physical features, making comparisons and notes on the differences between the two species. The micros, meanwhile, could do nothing but endure their captivity, their bodies on display for the amusement and study of their giant captors. It was another day in the life of a micro, a life filled with fear, captivity, and the constant threat of being used for someone else's amusement or sustenance. As the bull continued his studies, the micros could only hope for some fleeting moment of freedom, some chance to escape their captivity and live free from the ever-present danger of the macro world. But for most, that freedom would never come, and they would be left to live out their days as pets and playthings for their giant masters. A college professor, an old and massive ram approached the younger bull student. The cheetah and the lion were still restrained on the mat as the bull didn't have had the time to place him back in his cage yet. The ram looked at the unlucky felines absent-mindedly before talking to the student. "Seems your work is progressing. I'll have something to ask you. It's about the pardinensis cheetah you own. You already know we don't possess any specimen of this specie in our collection." "Yes, it's a very rare specie, I was lucky to find one in that expedition and as lucky to have succeeded to capture him." "We don't want to take him from you as he is in good hands in your custody. But we would like to examine him and make some samples. Seeds samples would be important, for preservation, you understand, if ever a female specimen got captured one day." The younger bull looked at the ram with a mixture of pride and concern in his eyes. He was proud to own such a rare specimen, but he was also concerned about the well-being of the cheetah. "I understand the importance of preservation, Professor," he replied. "But I am concerned about the safety of my cheetah. I don't want him to be harmed or mistreated in any way." The ram nodded understandingly. "Of course, of course," he said. "We would never mistreat any of our specimens. We are simply interested in studying the cheetah's biology and behavior. And as for the samples, we would take great care to ensure that the cheetah was not harmed in any way." The younger bull thought for a moment before nodding his agreement. "Alright, but I want to be there during the examination to make sure my cheetah is okay. And I want him returned to me once the samples are taken." After returning the lion in his cage, and responding at his angry growling for having been treated this way with a gentle caress on his belly, the bull returned home. He put the cage on the coffee table of his living room in front of his couch and sit onto. He removed his t-shirt revealing his humongous and meaty muscles. Then he opened the cage to let the cheetah the opportunity to move out and stretch his legs on the comparatively vast surface of the table. The cheetah tentatively moved out of the cage, his small form still trembling slightly from the stress of his examination at the college. But when he saw his owner, the younger bull, on the couch, his fear faded away, and he walked over to the giant student, his tiny feet padding softly on the table. The bull smiled down at his pet, reaching out to scratch behind his ears. "You did good today, little one," he said. "I know it was scary, but you were so brave." It was a strange existence for the cheetah, living as a pet in a macro world where he was constantly in danger. But for now, at least, he was happy to be safe in the arms of his owner, for the first time in a long time feeling as if he truly belonged somewhere. The bull reclined and placed the cheetah on his enormous and beefy pecs. The bull was feeling a bit exhausted after this day. "I thrust you. Don't try to run away, remember the last time with the scorpion." The cheetah didn't like to be lectured by a young one who was around half his own age, but the bull was right about the risks of the surrounding. The cheetah settled onto the bull's pecs, the gentle rise and fall of his massive chest lulling him into a sense of peace and security. He remembered all too well the last time he had tried to run away. The world was a dangerous place for a micro, and without the protection of his giant owner, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance. But being a pet had its own dangers and difficulties, too. The bull could be playful at times, but there were also moments when he was demanding, and the cheetah had to do what his owner wanted or face punishment. Still, as he lay there on the bull's chest, feeling the warmth of the giant's skin and the gentle rhythm of his breathing, the cheetah felt content. For now, at least, he was safe and cared for, and that was enough. That night as the bull was laying on his wide back on his couch with his cheetah on his pecs as he got into the habit to do so, but he fell asleep some moments later. The cheetah decided to explore his humongous muscular body. After all this bull didn't waste time to do the same with him many time from the moment he captured him. The cheetah carefully made his way down the bull's chest, his small paws silently padding on the giant's skin. He had always been fascinated by his owner's massive muscles, and he wanted to explore every inch of them. As he moved down the bull's body, he felt the rippling muscles shift and move beneath his feet. He couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size and power of the giant bull. He had never seen a macro of such size and strength before, and it was both awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time. But the cheetah was determined to explore, and he continued to make his way down the bull's body, running his tiny paws over the giant's bulging biceps and massive abs. As he explored, the cheetah felt a sense of freedom and excitement that he had never felt before. For a brief moment, he was able to forget about the dangers of the macro world and simply revel in the sensation of running his paws over the massive muscles of his owner. But eventually, exhaustion overtook the small feline, and he curled up on the bull's stomach, feeling safe and secure in the knowledge that his owner was there to protect him. The bull woke up and started to delicately caress the back of the cheetah. The micro feline stretched out under the huge finger tip. And willing to return the favor he lazily petted the massive mass of firm muscle of the meaty pecs he was laying upon. As he was about twenty time smaller than his younger but gigantic captor the cheetah couldn't rub more than a tiny spot of the bull's vast pectoral muscle and the bull could probably not feel it or barely. Feeling disillusioned the cheetah slipped from the underside of the huge bull fingertip and moved on the bulky surface of the giant's pecs muscle. And he stopped abruptly as he saw his comparatively enormous nipple on the lower side of his manly and beefy pecs. Feeling playful, the cheetah started to rub his comparatively tiny hand on the naked skin hoping it to be more sensitive than the thicker one of the top of the meaty pecs. His tiny claws brushed on the naked skin barely denting it but the areola and the knob of flesh reacted and got firmer under his hands as well the humongous muscle twitched ponderously and shook the cheetah who managed to keep his grip. The bull let out a soft groan as he felt the cheetah's tiny hands rubbing against his nipple. It was a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one. He knew he could easily crush the small feline with his massive pecs, but the cheetah seemed content to stay where he was, exploring the surface of the giant's body. As he continued to pet the bull's nipple, the cheetah couldn't help but feel a sense of fascination at the sheer size and power of the muscular giant that held him captive. It was awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time, but the cheetah felt safe in the knowledge that the bull would never intentionally hurt him. For a while longer, the cheetah explored the bull's massive pecs, running his hands over the bulging muscles and feeling the power and heat emanating from the giant's body. And as he did, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the sheer scale of everything in the macro world, where even the smallest of things could be impossibly giant compared to his own tiny form. Next day, the father of the bull, a macro anthropomorphic white bull as large than his grey furred son and with a massive musclegut came to visit his son. He is a bit older than the cheetah and both of them had known the world before the rise of the macros. The father seized the cheetah between his humongous callous fingers to examine him as he didn't see a feline from a long time. And after a while both the cheetah and the bull started to chat about the bygone world.

USER: Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn't always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro herbivorous furries that delighted in hunted down and swallowing their smaller predator species cousins whole. This, however, was all before the rise of the macros. As you can imagine, there was a great deal of confusion when one day regular herbivorous furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size. At first, there seemed to be at least some form of cooperation between the two groups as they tried to repair the damage that had been done. However, the giant herbivores soon started to give up on the idea that the two groups could ever be considered equal. This was largely due to the fact that an average adult-sized micro was only about an inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's hooves without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micro predators's live's were thought of by most giants as entirely insignificant. Micros were snatched up from their homes and devoured, not because they were the only source of food for the macros or even remotely as filling as some of the macro's other options, but simply because they were powerless to stop them. Even if the macros weren't hungry, they would still find other cruel and unusual things to do with the micros to keep themselves busy. Some micros gathered together and fled to remote locations away from most of the dangers that they faced. This didn't protect them from everything however. No matter where they went, there was always something big that had it's eye on them. Even if there were no macrofurries around, micros found themselves being eaten alive by the animals that had grown on that day as well. It was a dangerous new world if you were a micro. Macros had destroyed almost entirely all civilization as it was known before they had emerged, creating a new world order in the process where micros found themselves close to the bottom of the food chain. The average micro at that stage was lucky to live to see the age of thirty. Several years passed after the rise of the macros, and for the micros, things only became worse. Macros on the other hand had used that time to build the beginnings of fully macro-sized towns and cities where they could live normal lives again. Things started to look almost identical to how they had appeared before. If you had gone to sleep as a micro herbivore back then, and woken up as a macro today, you would notice very little difference at all other than what you ate. Selling micros as food had become a very profitable business venture. Macros ordered micro platters at restaurants and took their time throwing the little ones into their mouths and crunching down on them. The giants could order anything from stir fried micros to ordinary live micros, which was most common. Another profitable venture was selling micros in packs as aphrodisiacs or masturbation enhancers. For most macros, the sensation of a dozen little bodies squirming against their loins was well worth the effort of going out and finding their own micros or buying packs from the store. Most macros bought pre-packed micros to avoid the hassle of having to collect their own. The companies that sold these packs, along with other things, did all of the prep work before hand including removing the micros clothes which made things a whole lot easier for the horny giants. As years went by, this relationship between macros and micros continued to exist. The macro's population increased substantially and so did the micro's despite their circumstances. Both groups became accustomed to their rolls as predator and prey; master and pet; and as an individual and his or her property. A macro entered in his kitchen, he was an enormous and beefy heavily muscled grey bull. This bull was looking to be in his twenties and his exaggeratedly massive muscles rippled with each of his movement. He sat on a chair in front of a table and started to toy with a wiggling tiny form held between two of his humongous fingers. That form was a grey furred anthropomorphic cheetah, slim and muscular and visibly older than the bull. The young bull was visibly delighted by his improvised tiny plaything and took great pleasure to rub the sole of the feet of the cheetah with the tip of one of his enormous fingers. The cheetah wiggled and squirmed, unable to escape from the tight grip of the bull's fingers. "Please... let me go," the cheetah pleaded, his tiny voice barely audible to the giant bull. The bull chuckled darkly. "Why would I let such a cute little thing like you go?" he asked, bringing the tiny cheetah up to his face. He grinned as he saw the fear in the micro's eyes. "You're much more fun to play with than any toy I could buy." The cheetah squirmed again, trying desperately to get free from the bull's grasp. But it was no use. He was too small and too weak to do any damage to the much larger bull. The bull continued to toy with the cheetah for a few more minutes before finally getting bored and putting the tiny creature on the table. The cheetah stayed on the table, trembling and scared, while the bull walked away to attend to other things. This was the life of a micro in the world of macros. A life of constant fear and danger, where their only purpose was to be a plaything or a meal for their giant masters. The next day the bull went to college and he brought the cheetah in a little cage he put in his backpack. The giant bull was studying the feline anatomy and their suppleness in particular. The section of the college building he went was specialized in scientific studies about micro predators and had a whole wings dedicated to keeping and husbandry of several specimens, a true collection of several micros were kept in cages and the bull could have access to several living feline specimen for his studies. The cheetah was his own possession though, as he was a rare specimen of Acinonyx pardinensis he collected during an expedition in a mountain range. In one of the labs of the college he placed the cheetah immobilized on the mat of a science bench. Several rubber tipped pincers were holding the micro in a position displaying his natural feline suppleness. At his side were a male lion, more muscular but visibly not as supple. He was immobilized the same way that te cheetah and the bull was comparing there anatomy and abilities, examining them closely with a magnifying glass and using a rubber tipped tweezers to prob and delicately move their comparatively tiny limbs. The micros twitched and struggled against their restraints, but the bull paid them no attention as he conducted his scientific research. He took notes in a notebook as he studied their physical features, making comparisons and notes on the differences between the two species. The micros, meanwhile, could do nothing but endure their captivity, their bodies on display for the amusement and study of their giant captors. It was another day in the life of a micro, a life filled with fear, captivity, and the constant threat of being used for someone else's amusement or sustenance. As the bull continued his studies, the micros could only hope for some fleeting moment of freedom, some chance to escape their captivity and live free from the ever-present danger of the macro world. But for most, that freedom would never come, and they would be left to live out their days as pets and playthings for their giant masters. A college professor, an old and massive ram approached the younger bull student. The cheetah and the lion were still restrained on the mat as the bull didn't have had the time to place him back in his cage yet. The ram looked at the unlucky felines absent-mindedly before talking to the student. "Seems your work is progressing. I'll have something to ask you. It's about the pardinensis cheetah you own. You already know we don't possess any specimen of this specie in our collection." "Yes, it's a very rare specie, I was lucky to find one in that expedition and as lucky to have succeeded to capture him." "We don't want to take him from you as he is in good hands in your custody. But we would like to examine him and make some samples. Seeds samples would be important, for preservation, you understand, if ever a female specimen got captured one day." The younger bull looked at the ram with a mixture of pride and concern in his eyes. He was proud to own such a rare specimen, but he was also concerned about the well-being of the cheetah. "I understand the importance of preservation, Professor," he replied. "But I am concerned about the safety of my cheetah. I don't want him to be harmed or mistreated in any way." The ram nodded understandingly. "Of course, of course," he said. "We would never mistreat any of our specimens. We are simply interested in studying the cheetah's biology and behavior. And as for the samples, we would take great care to ensure that the cheetah was not harmed in any way." The younger bull thought for a moment before nodding his agreement. "Alright, but I want to be there during the examination to make sure my cheetah is okay. And I want him returned to me once the samples are taken." After returning the lion in his cage, and responding at his angry growling for having been treated this way with a gentle caress on his belly, the bull returned home. He put the cage on the coffee table of his living room in front of his couch and sit onto. He removed his t-shirt revealing his humongous and meaty muscles. Then he opened the cage to let the cheetah the opportunity to move out and stretch his legs on the comparatively vast surface of the table. The cheetah tentatively moved out of the cage, his small form still trembling slightly from the stress of his examination at the college. But when he saw his owner, the younger bull, on the couch, his fear faded away, and he walked over to the giant student, his tiny feet padding softly on the table. The bull smiled down at his pet, reaching out to scratch behind his ears. "You did good today, little one," he said. "I know it was scary, but you were so brave." It was a strange existence for the cheetah, living as a pet in a macro world where he was constantly in danger. But for now, at least, he was happy to be safe in the arms of his owner, for the first time in a long time feeling as if he truly belonged somewhere. The bull reclined and placed the cheetah on his enormous and beefy pecs. The bull was feeling a bit exhausted after this day. "I thrust you. Don't try to run away, remember the last time with the scorpion." The cheetah didn't like to be lectured by a young one who was around half his own age, but the bull was right about the risks of the surrounding. The cheetah settled onto the bull's pecs, the gentle rise and fall of his massive chest lulling him into a sense of peace and security. He remembered all too well the last time he had tried to run away. The world was a dangerous place for a micro, and without the protection of his giant owner, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance. But being a pet had its own dangers and difficulties, too. The bull could be playful at times, but there were also moments when he was demanding, and the cheetah had to do what his owner wanted or face punishment. Still, as he lay there on the bull's chest, feeling the warmth of the giant's skin and the gentle rhythm of his breathing, the cheetah felt content. For now, at least, he was safe and cared for, and that was enough. That night as the bull was laying on his wide back on his couch with his cheetah on his pecs as he got into the habit to do so, but he fell asleep some moments later. The cheetah decided to explore his humongous muscular body. After all this bull didn't waste time to do the same with him many time from the moment he captured him. The cheetah carefully made his way down the bull's chest, his small paws silently padding on the giant's skin. He had always been fascinated by his owner's massive muscles, and he wanted to explore every inch of them. As he moved down the bull's body, he felt the rippling muscles shift and move beneath his feet. He couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size and power of the giant bull. He had never seen a macro of such size and strength before, and it was both awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time. But the cheetah was determined to explore, and he continued to make his way down the bull's body, running his tiny paws over the giant's bulging biceps and massive abs. As he explored, the cheetah felt a sense of freedom and excitement that he had never felt before. For a brief moment, he was able to forget about the dangers of the macro world and simply revel in the sensation of running his paws over the massive muscles of his owner. But eventually, exhaustion overtook the small feline, and he curled up on the bull's stomach, feeling safe and secure in the knowledge that his owner was there to protect him. The bull woke up and started to delicately caress the back of the cheetah. The micro feline stretched out under the huge finger tip. And willing to return the favor he lazily petted the massive mass of firm muscle of the meaty pecs he was laying upon. As he was about twenty time smaller than his younger but gigantic captor the cheetah couldn't rub more than a tiny spot of the bull's vast pectoral muscle and the bull could probably not feel it or barely. Feeling disillusioned the cheetah slipped from the underside of the huge bull fingertip and moved on the bulky surface of the giant's pecs muscle. And he stopped abruptly as he saw his comparatively enormous nipple on the lower side of his manly and beefy pecs. Feeling playful, the cheetah started to rub his comparatively tiny hand on the naked skin hoping it to be more sensitive than the thicker one of the top of the meaty pecs. His tiny claws brushed on the naked skin barely denting it but the areola and the knob of flesh reacted and got firmer under his hands as well the humongous muscle twitched ponderously and shook the cheetah who managed to keep his grip. The bull let out a soft groan as he felt the cheetah's tiny hands rubbing against his nipple. It was a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one. He knew he could easily crush the small feline with his massive pecs, but the cheetah seemed content to stay where he was, exploring the surface of the giant's body. As he continued to pet the bull's nipple, the cheetah couldn't help but feel a sense of fascination at the sheer size and power of the muscular giant that held him captive. It was awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time, but the cheetah felt safe in the knowledge that the bull would never intentionally hurt him. For a while longer, the cheetah explored the bull's massive pecs, running his hands over the bulging muscles and feeling the power and heat emanating from the giant's body. And as he did, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the sheer scale of everything in the macro world, where even the smallest of things could be impossibly giant compared to his own tiny form. Next day, the father of the bull, a macro anthropomorphic white bull as large than his grey furred son and with a massive musclegut came to visit his son. He is a bit older than the cheetah and both of them had known the world before the rise of the macros. The father seized the cheetah between his humongous callous fingers to examine him as he didn't see a feline from a long time. And after a while both the cheetah and the bull started to chat about the bygone world.

USER: Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn't always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro herbivorous furriesfuries that delighted in hunted down and swallowing their smaller cousins whole. This, however, was all before the rise of the macros. As you can imagine, there was a great deal of confusion when one day regular herbivorous furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size. At first, there seemed to be at least some form of cooperation between the two groups as they tried to repair the damage that had been done. However, the giant herbivoresmacros soon started to give up on the idea that the two groups could ever be considered equal. This was largely due to the fact that an average adult-sized micro was only about an inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's hoovespaw pads without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micro predators'smicro's live's were thought of by most giants as entirely insignificant. Micros were snatched up from their homes and devoured, not because they were the only source of food for the macros or even remotely as filling as some of the macro's other options, but simply because they were powerless to stop them. The fact that the macros only needed to eat once or twice a week brought the micros little hope. Even if the macros weren't hungry, they would still find other cruel and unusual things to do with the micros to keep themselves busy. Some micros gathered together and fled to remote locations away from most of the dangers that they faced. This didn't protect them from everything however. No matter where they went, there was always something big that had it's eye on them. Even if there were no macrofurries around, micros found themselves being eaten alive by the animals that had grown on that day as well. It was a dangerous new world if you were a micro. Macros had destroyed almost entirely all civilization as it was known before they had emerged, creating a new world order in the process where micros found themselves close to the bottom of the food chain. The average micro at that stage was lucky to live to see the age of thirty. Several years passed after the rise of the macros, and for the micros, things only became worse. Macros on the other hand had used that time to build the beginnings of fully macro-sized towns and cities where they could live normal lives again. Things started to look almost identical to how they had appeared before. If you had gone to sleep as a micro herbivore back then, and woken up as a macro today, you would notice very little difference at all other than what you ate. Selling micros as food had become a very profitable business venture. Macros ordered micro platters at restaurants and took their time throwing the little ones into their mouths and crunching down on them. The giants could order anything from stir fried micros to ordinary live micros, which was most common. Another profitable venture was selling micros in packs as aphrodisiacs or masturbation enhancers. For most macros, the sensation of a dozen little bodies squirming against their loins was well worth the effort of going out and finding their own micros or buying packs from the store. Most macros bought pre-packed micros to avoid the hassle of having to collect their own.own and de-claw and tooth them. The companies that sold these packs, along with other things, did all of the prep work before hand including removing the micros clothes which made things a whole lot easier for the horny giants. As years went by, this relationship between macros and micros continued to exist. The macro's population increased substantially and so did the micro's despite their circumstances. Both groups became accustomed to their rolls as predator and prey; master and pet; and as an individual and his or her property. A macro entered in his kitchen, he was an enormous and beefy heavily muscled grey bull. This bull was looking to be in his twenties and his exaggeratedly massive muscles rippled with each of his movement. He sat on a chair in front of a table and started to toy with a wiggling tiny form held between two of his humongous fingers. That form was a grey furred anthropomorphic cheetah, slim and muscular and visibly older than the bull. The young bull was visibly delighted by his improvised tiny plaything and took great pleasure to rub the sole of the feet of the cheetah with the tip of one of his enormous fingers. The cheetah wiggled and squirmed, unable to escape from the tight grip of the bull's fingers. "Please... let me go," the cheetah pleaded, his tiny voice barely audible to the giant bull. The bull chuckled darkly. "Why would I let such a cute little thing like you go?" he asked, bringing the tiny cheetah up to his face. He grinned as he saw the fear in the micro's eyes. "You're much more fun to play with than any toy I could buy." The cheetah squirmed again, trying desperately to get free from the bull's grasp. But it was no use. He was too small and too weak to do any damage to the much larger bull. The bull continued to toy with the cheetah for a few more minutes before finally getting bored and putting the tiny creature on the table. The cheetah stayed on the table, trembling and scared, while the bull walked away to attend to other things. This was the life of a micro in the world of macros. A life of constant fear and danger, where their only purpose was to be a plaything or a meal for their giant masters. The next day the bull went to college and he brought the cheetah in a little cage he put in his backpack. The giant bull was studying the feline anatomy and their suppleness in particular. The section of the college building he went was specialized in scientific studies about micro predators and had a whole wings dedicated to keeping and husbandry of several specimens, a true collection of several micros were kept in cages and the bull could have access to several living feline specimen for his studies. The cheetah was his own possession though, as he was a rare specimen of Acinonyx pardinensis he collected during an expedition in a mountain range. In one of the labs of the college he placed the cheetah immobilized on the mat of a science bench. Several rubber tipped pincers were holding the micro in a position displaying his natural feline suppleness. At his side were a male lion, more muscular but visibly not as supple. He was immobilized the same way that te cheetah and the bull was comparing there anatomy and abilities, examining them closely with a magnifying glass and using a rubber tipped tweezers to prob and delicately move their comparatively tiny limbs. The micros twitched and struggled against their restraints, but the bull paid them no attention as he conducted his scientific research. He took notes in a notebook as he studied their physical features, making comparisons and notes on the differences between the two species. The micros, meanwhile, could do nothing but endure their captivity, their bodies on display for the amusement and study of their giant captors. It was another day in the life of a micro, a life filled with fear, captivity, and the constant threat of being used for someone else's amusement or sustenance. As the bull continued his studies, the micros could only hope for some fleeting moment of freedom, some chance to escape their captivity and live free from the ever-present danger of the macro world. But for most, that freedom would never come, and they would be left to live out their days as pets and playthings for their giant masters. A college professor, an old and massive ram approached the younger bull student. The cheetah and the lion were still restrained on the mat as the bull didn't have had the time to place him back in his cage yet. The ram looked at the unlucky felines absent-mindedly before talking to the student. "Seems your work is progressing. I'll have something to ask you. It's about the pardinensis cheetah you own. You already know we don't possess any specimen of this specie in our collection." "Yes, it's a very rare specie, I was lucky to find one in that expedition and as lucky to have succeeded to capture him." "We don't want to take him from you as he is in good hands in your custody. But we would like to examine him and make some samples. Seeds samples would be important, for preservation, you understand, if ever a female specimen got captured one day." The younger bull looked at the ram with a mixture of pride and concern in his eyes. He was proud to own such a rare specimen, but he was also concerned about the well-being of the cheetah. "I understand the importance of preservation, Professor," he replied. "But I am concerned about the safety of my cheetah. I don't want him to be harmed or mistreated in any way." The ram nodded understandingly. "Of course, of course," he said. "We would never mistreat any of our specimens. We are simply interested in studying the cheetah's biology and behavior. And as for the samples, we would take great care to ensure that the cheetah was not harmed in any way." The younger bull thought for a moment before nodding his agreement. "Alright, but I want to be there during the examination to make sure my cheetah is okay. And I want him returned to me once the samples are taken." After returning the lion in his cage, and responding at his angry growling for having been treated this way with a gentle caress on his belly, the bull returned home. He put the cage on the coffee table of his living room in front of his couch and sit onto. He removed his t-shirt revealing his humongous and meaty muscles. Then he opened the cage to let the cheetah the opportunity to move out and stretch his legs on the comparatively vast surface of the table. The cheetah tentatively moved out of the cage, his small form still trembling slightly from the stress of his examination at the college. But when he saw his owner, the younger bull, on the couch, his fear faded away, and he walked over to the giant student, his tiny feet padding softly on the table. The bull smiled down at his pet, reaching out to scratch behind his ears. "You did good today, little one," he said. "I know it was scary, but you were so brave." It was a strange existence for the cheetah, living as a pet in a macro world where he was constantly in danger. But for now, at least, he was happy to be safe in the arms of his owner, for the first time in a long time feeling as if he truly belonged somewhere. The bull reclined and placed the cheetah on his enormous and beefy pecs. The bull was feeling a bit exhausted after this day. "I thrust you. Don't try to run away, remember the last time with the scorpion." The cheetah didn't like to be lectured by a young one who was around half his own age, but the bull was right about the risks of the surrounding. The cheetah settled onto the bull's pecs, the gentle rise and fall of his massive chest lulling him into a sense of peace and security. He remembered all too well the last time he had tried to run away. The world was a dangerous place for a micro, and without the protection of his giant owner, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance. But being a pet had its own dangers and difficulties, too. The bull could be playful at times, but there were also moments when he was demanding, and the cheetah had to do what his owner wanted or face punishment. Still, as he lay there on the bull's chest, feeling the warmth of the giant's skin and the gentle rhythm of his breathing, the cheetah felt content. For now, at least, he was safe and cared for, and that was enough. That night as the bull was laying on his wide back on his couch with his cheetah on his pecs as he got into the habit to do so, but he fell asleep some moments later. The cheetah decided to explore his humongous muscular body. After all this bull didn't waste time to do the same with him many time from the moment he captured him. The cheetah carefully made his way down the bull's chest, his small paws silently padding on the giant's skin. He had always been fascinated by his owner's massive muscles, and he wanted to explore every inch of them. As he moved down the bull's body, he felt the rippling muscles shift and move beneath his feet. He couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size and power of the giant bull. He had never seen a macro of such size and strength before, and it was both awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time. But the cheetah was determined to explore, and he continued to make his way down the bull's body, running his tiny paws over the giant's bulging biceps and massive abs. As he explored, the cheetah felt a sense of freedom and excitement that he had never felt before. For a brief moment, he was able to forget about the dangers of the macro world and simply revel in the sensation of running his paws over the massive muscles of his owner. But eventually, exhaustion overtook the small feline, and he curled up on the bull's stomach, feeling safe and secure in the knowledge that his owner was there to protect him. The bull woke up and started to delicately caress the back of the cheetah. The micro feline stretched out under the huge finger tip. And willing to return the favor he lazily petted the massive mass of firm muscle of the meaty pecs he was laying upon. As he was about twenty time smaller than his younger but gigantic captor the cheetah couldn't rub more than a tiny spot of the bull's vast pectoral muscle and the bull could probably not feel it or barely. Feeling disillusioned the cheetah slipped from the underside of the huge bull fingertip and moved on the bulky surface of the giant's pecs muscle. And he stopped abruptly as he saw his comparatively enormous nipple on the lower side of his manly and beefy pecs. Feeling playful, the cheetah started to rub his comparatively tiny hand on the naked skin hoping it to be more sensitive than the thicker one of the top of the meaty pecs. His tiny claws brushed on the naked skin barely denting it but the areola and the knob of flesh reacted and got firmer under his hands as well the humongous muscle twitched ponderously and shook the cheetah who managed to keep his grip. The bull let out a soft groan as he felt the cheetah's tiny hands rubbing against his nipple. It was a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one. He knew he could easily crush the small feline with his massive pecs, but the cheetah seemed content to stay where he was, exploring the surface of the giant's body. As he continued to pet the bull's nipple, the cheetah couldn't help but feel a sense of fascination at the sheer size and power of the muscular giant that held him captive. It was awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time, but the cheetah felt safe in the knowledge that the bull would never intentionally hurt him. For a while longer, the cheetah explored the bull's massive pecs, running his hands over the bulging muscles and feeling the power and heat emanating from the giant's body. And as he did, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the sheer scale of everything in the macro world, where even the smallest of things could be impossibly giant compared to his own tiny form. Next day, the father of the bull, a macro anthropomorphic white bull as large than his grey furred son and with a massive musclegut came to visit his son. He is a bit older than the cheetah and both of them had known the world before the rise of the macros. The father seized the cheetah between his humongous callous fingers to examine him as he didn't see a feline from a long time. And after a while both the cheetah and the bull started to chat about the bygone world.

USER: Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn't always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro furiesherbivorous furries that delighted in hunted down and swallowing their smaller cousins whole. This, however, was all before the rise of the macros. As you can imagine, there was a great deal of confusion when one day regular herbivorous furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size. At first, there seemed to be at least some form of cooperation between the two groups as they tried to repair the damage that had been done. However, macrosthe giant herbivores soon started to give up on the idea that the two groups could ever be considered equal. This was largely due to the fact that an average adult-sized micro was only about an inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's paw padshooves without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micro'smicro predators's live's were thought of by most giants as entirely insignificant. Micros were snatched up from their homes and devoured, not because they were the only source of food for the macros or even remotely as filling as some of the macro's other options, but simply because they were powerless to stop them. The fact that the macros only needed to eat once or twice a week brought the micros little hope. Even if the macros weren't hungry, they would still find other cruel and unusual things to do with the micros to keep themselves busy. Some micros gathered together and fled to remote locations away from most of the dangers that they faced. This didn't protect them from everything however. No matter where they went, there was always something big that had it's eye on them. Even if there were no macrofurries around, micros found themselves being eaten alive by the animals that had grown on that day as well. It was a dangerous new world if you were a micro. Macros had destroyed almost entirely all civilization as it was known before they had emerged, creating a new world order in the process where micros found themselves close to the bottom of the food chain. The average micro at that stage was lucky to live to see the age of thirty. Several years passed after the rise of the macros, and for the micros, things only became worse. Macros on the other hand had used that time to build the beginnings of fully macro-sized towns and cities where they could live normal lives again. Things started to look almost identical to how they had appeared before. If you had gone to sleep as a micro herbivore back then, and woken up as a macro today, you would notice very little difference at all other than what you ate. Selling micros as food had become a very profitable business venture. Macros ordered micro platters at restaurants and took their time throwing the little ones into their mouths and crunching down on them. The giants could order anything from stir fried micros to ordinary live micros, which was most common. Another profitable venture was selling micros in packs as aphrodisiacs or masturbation enhancers. For most macros, the sensation of a dozen little bodies squirming against their loins was well worth the effort of going out and finding their own micros or buying packs from the store. Most macros bought pre-packed micros to avoid the hassle of having to collect their own and de-claw and tooth them.own. The companies that sold these packs, along with other things, did all of the prep work before hand including removing the micros clothes which made things a whole lot easier for the horny giants. As years went by, this relationship between macros and micros continued to exist. The macro's population increased substantially and so did the micro's despite their circumstances. Both groups became accustomed to their rolls as predator and prey; master and pet; and as an individual and his or her property. A macro entered in his kitchen, he was an enormous and beefy heavily muscled grey bull. This bull was looking to be in his twenties and his exaggeratedly massive muscles rippled with each of his movement. He sat on a chair in front of a table and started to toy with a wiggling tiny form held between two of his humongous fingers. That form was a grey furred anthropomorphic cheetah, slim and muscular and visibly older than the bull. The young bull was visibly delighted by his improvised tiny plaything and took great pleasure to rub the sole of the feet of the cheetah with the tip of one of his enormous fingers. The cheetah wiggled and squirmed, unable to escape from the tight grip of the bull's fingers. "Please... let me go," the cheetah pleaded, his tiny voice barely audible to the giant bull. The bull chuckled darkly. "Why would I let such a cute little thing like you go?" he asked, bringing the tiny cheetah up to his face. He grinned as he saw the fear in the micro's eyes. "You're much more fun to play with than any toy I could buy." The cheetah squirmed again, trying desperately to get free from the bull's grasp. But it was no use. He was too small and too weak to do any damage to the much larger bull. The bull continued to toy with the cheetah for a few more minutes before finally getting bored and putting the tiny creature on the table. The cheetah stayed on the table, trembling and scared, while the bull walked away to attend to other things. This was the life of a micro in the world of macros. A life of constant fear and danger, where their only purpose was to be a plaything or a meal for their giant masters. The next day the bull went to college and he brought the cheetah in a little cage he put in his backpack. The giant bull was studying the feline anatomy and their suppleness in particular. The section of the college building he went was specialized in scientific studies about micro predators and had a whole wings dedicated to keeping and husbandry of several specimens, a true collection of several micros were kept in cages and the bull could have access to several living feline specimen for his studies. The cheetah was his own possession though, as he was a rare specimen of Acinonyx pardinensis he collected during an expedition in a mountain range. In one of the labs of the college he placed the cheetah immobilized on the mat of a science bench. Several rubber tipped pincers were holding the micro in a position displaying his natural feline suppleness. At his side were a male lion, more muscular but visibly not as supple. He was immobilized the same way that te cheetah and the bull was comparing there anatomy and abilities, examining them closely with a magnifying glass and using a rubber tipped tweezers to prob and delicately move their comparatively tiny limbs. The micros twitched and struggled against their restraints, but the bull paid them no attention as he conducted his scientific research. He took notes in a notebook as he studied their physical features, making comparisons and notes on the differences between the two species. The micros, meanwhile, could do nothing but endure their captivity, their bodies on display for the amusement and study of their giant captors. It was another day in the life of a micro, a life filled with fear, captivity, and the constant threat of being used for someone else's amusement or sustenance. As the bull continued his studies, the micros could only hope for some fleeting moment of freedom, some chance to escape their captivity and live free from the ever-present danger of the macro world. But for most, that freedom would never come, and they would be left to live out their days as pets and playthings for their giant masters. A college professor, an old and massive ram approached the younger bull student. The cheetah and the lion were still restrained on the mat as the bull didn't have had the time to place him back in his cage yet. The ram looked at the unlucky felines absent-mindedly before talking to the student. "Seems your work is progressing. I'll have something to ask you. It's about the pardinensis cheetah you own. You already know we don't possess any specimen of this specie in our collection." "Yes, it's a very rare specie, I was lucky to find one in that expedition and as lucky to have succeeded to capture him." "We don't want to take him from you as he is in good hands in your custody. But we would like to examine him and make some samples. Seeds samples would be important, for preservation, you understand, if ever a female specimen got captured one day." The younger bull looked at the ram with a mixture of pride and concern in his eyes. He was proud to own such a rare specimen, but he was also concerned about the well-being of the cheetah. "I understand the importance of preservation, Professor," he replied. "But I am concerned about the safety of my cheetah. I don't want him to be harmed or mistreated in any way." The ram nodded understandingly. "Of course, of course," he said. "We would never mistreat any of our specimens. We are simply interested in studying the cheetah's biology and behavior. And as for the samples, we would take great care to ensure that the cheetah was not harmed in any way." The younger bull thought for a moment before nodding his agreement. "Alright, but I want to be there during the examination to make sure my cheetah is okay. And I want him returned to me once the samples are taken." After returning the lion in his cage, and responding at his angry growling for having been treated this way with a gentle caress on his belly, the bull returned home. He put the cage on the coffee table of his living room in front of his couch and sit onto. He removed his t-shirt revealing his humongous and meaty muscles. Then he opened the cage to let the cheetah the opportunity to move out and stretch his legs on the comparatively vast surface of the table. The cheetah tentatively moved out of the cage, his small form still trembling slightly from the stress of his examination at the college. But when he saw his owner, the younger bull, on the couch, his fear faded away, and he walked over to the giant student, his tiny feet padding softly on the table. The bull smiled down at his pet, reaching out to scratch behind his ears. "You did good today, little one," he said. "I know it was scary, but you were so brave." It was a strange existence for the cheetah, living as a pet in a macro world where he was constantly in danger. But for now, at least, he was happy to be safe in the arms of his owner, for the first time in a long time feeling as if he truly belonged somewhere. The bull reclined and placed the cheetah on his enormous and beefy pecs. The bull was feeling a bit exhausted after this day. "I thrust you. Don't try to run away, remember the last time with the scorpion." The cheetah didn't like to be lectured by a young one who was around half his own age, but the bull was right about the risks of the surrounding. The cheetah settled onto the bull's pecs, the gentle rise and fall of his massive chest lulling him into a sense of peace and security. He remembered all too well the last time he had tried to run away. The world was a dangerous place for a micro, and without the protection of his giant owner, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance. But being a pet had its own dangers and difficulties, too. The bull could be playful at times, but there were also moments when he was demanding, and the cheetah had to do what his owner wanted or face punishment. Still, as he lay there on the bull's chest, feeling the warmth of the giant's skin and the gentle rhythm of his breathing, the cheetah felt content. For now, at least, he was safe and cared for, and that was enough. That night as the bull was laying on his wide back on his couch with his cheetah on his pecs as he got into the habit to do so, but he fell asleep some moments later. The cheetah decided to explore his humongous muscular body. After all this bull didn't waste time to do the same with him many time from the moment he captured him. The cheetah carefully made his way down the bull's chest, his small paws silently padding on the giant's skin. He had always been fascinated by his owner's massive muscles, and he wanted to explore every inch of them. As he moved down the bull's body, he felt the rippling muscles shift and move beneath his feet. He couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size and power of the giant bull. He had never seen a macro of such size and strength before, and it was both awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time. But the cheetah was determined to explore, and he continued to make his way down the bull's body, running his tiny paws over the giant's bulging biceps and massive abs. As he explored, the cheetah felt a sense of freedom and excitement that he had never felt before. For a brief moment, he was able to forget about the dangers of the macro world and simply revel in the sensation of running his paws over the massive muscles of his owner. But eventually, exhaustion overtook the small feline, and he curled up on the bull's stomach, feeling safe and secure in the knowledge that his owner was there to protect him. The bull woke up and started to delicately caress the back of the cheetah. The micro feline stretched out under the huge finger tip. And willing to return the favor he lazily petted the massive mass of firm muscle of the meaty pecs he was laying upon. As he was about twenty time smaller than his younger but gigantic captor the cheetah couldn't rub more than a tiny spot of the bull's vast pectoral muscle and the bull could probably not feel it or barely. Feeling disillusioned the cheetah slipped from the underside of the huge bull fingertip and moved on the bulky surface of the giant's pecs muscle. And he stopped abruptly as he saw his comparatively enormous nipple on the lower side of his manly and beefy pecs. Feeling playful, the cheetah started to rub his comparatively tiny hand on the naked skin hoping it to be more sensitive than the thicker one of the top of the meaty pecs. His tiny claws brushed on the naked skin barely denting it but the areola and the knob of flesh reacted and got firmer under his hands as well the humongous muscle twitched ponderously and shook the cheetah who managed to keep his grip. The bull let out a soft groan as he felt the cheetah's tiny hands rubbing against his nipple. It was a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one. He knew he could easily crush the small feline with his massive pecs, but the cheetah seemed content to stay where he was, exploring the surface of the giant's body. As he continued to pet the bull's nipple, the cheetah couldn't help but feel a sense of fascination at the sheer size and power of the muscular giant that held him captive. It was awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time, but the cheetah felt safe in the knowledge that the bull would never intentionally hurt him. For a while longer, the cheetah explored the bull's massive pecs, running his hands over the bulging muscles and feeling the power and heat emanating from the giant's body. And as he did, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the sheer scale of everything in the macro world, where even the smallest of things could be impossibly giant compared to his own tiny form. Next day, the father of the bull, a macro anthropomorphic white bull as large than his grey furred son and with a massive musclegut came to visit his son. He is a bit older than the cheetah and both of them had known the world before the rise of the macros. The father seized the cheetah between his humongous callous fingers to examine him as he didn't see a feline from a long time. And after a while both the cheetah and the bull started to chat about the bygone world.

USER: Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn't always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro herbivorous furries that delighted in hunted down and swallowing their smaller cousins whole. This, however, was all before the rise of the macros. As you can imagine, there was a great deal of confusion when one day regular herbivorous furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size. At first, there seemed to be at least some form of cooperation between the two groups as they tried to repair the damage that had been done. However, the giant herbivores soon started to give up on the idea that the two groups could ever be considered equal. This was largely due to the fact that an average adult-sized micro was only about an inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's hooves without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micro predators's live's were thought of by most giants as entirely insignificant. Micros were snatched up from their homes and devoured, not because they were the only source of food for the macros or even remotely as filling as some of the macro's other options, but simply because they were powerless to stop them. Even if the macros weren't hungry, they would still find other cruel and unusual things to do with the micros to keep themselves busy. Some micros gathered together and fled to remote locations away from most of the dangers that they faced. This didn't protect them from everything however. No matter where they went, there was always something big that had it's eye on them. Even if there were no macrofurries around, micros found themselves being eaten alive by the animals that had grown on that day as well. It was a dangerous new world if you were a micro. Macros had destroyed almost entirely all civilization as it was known before they had emerged, creating a new world order in the process where micros found themselves close to the bottom of the food chain. The average micro at that stage was lucky to live to see the age of thirty. Several years passed after the rise of the macros, and for the micros, things only became worse. Macros on the other hand had used that time to build the beginnings of fully macro-sized towns and cities where they could live normal lives again. Things started to look almost identical to how they had appeared before. If you had gone to sleep as a micro herbivore back then, and woken up as a macro today, you would notice very little difference at all other than what you ate. Selling micros as food had become a very profitable business venture. Macros ordered micro platters at restaurants and took their time throwing the little ones into their mouths and crunching down on them. The giants could order anything from stir fried micros to ordinary live micros, which was most common. Another profitable venture was selling micros in packs as aphrodisiacs or masturbation enhancers. For most macros, the sensation of a dozen little bodies squirming against their loins was well worth the effort of going out and finding their own micros or buying packs from the store. Most macros bought pre-packed micros to avoid the hassle of having to collect their own. The companies that sold these packs, along with other things, did all of the prep work before hand including removing the micros clothes which made things a whole lot easier for the horny giants. As years went by, this relationship between macros and micros continued to exist. The macro's population increased substantially and so did the micro's despite their circumstances. Both groups became accustomed to their rolls as predator and prey; master and pet; and as an individual and his or her property. A macro entered in his kitchen, he was an enormous and beefy heavily muscled grey bull. This bull was looking to be in his twenties and his exaggeratedly massive muscles rippled with each of his movement. He sat on a chair in front of a table and started to toy with a wiggling tiny form held between two of his humongous fingers. That form was a grey furred anthropomorphic cheetah, slim and muscular and visibly older than the bull. The young bull was visibly delighted by his improvised tiny plaything and took great pleasure to rub the sole of the feet of the cheetah with the tip of one of his enormous fingers. The cheetah wiggled and squirmed, unable to escape from the tight grip of the bull's fingers. "Please... let me go," the cheetah pleaded, his tiny voice barely audible to the giant bull. The bull chuckled darkly. "Why would I let such a cute little thing like you go?" he asked, bringing the tiny cheetah up to his face. He grinned as he saw the fear in the micro's eyes. "You're much more fun to play with than any toy I could buy." The cheetah squirmed again, trying desperately to get free from the bull's grasp. But it was no use. He was too small and too weak to do any damage to the much larger bull. The bull continued to toy with the cheetah for a few more minutes before finally getting bored and putting the tiny creature on the table. The cheetah stayed on the table, trembling and scared, while the bull walked away to attend to other things. This was the life of a micro in the world of macros. A life of constant fear and danger, where their only purpose was to be a plaything or a meal for their giant masters. The next day the bull went to college and he brought the cheetah in a little cage he put in his backpack. The giant bull was studying the feline anatomy and their suppleness in particular. The section of the college building he went was specialized in scientific studies about micro predators and had a whole wings dedicated to keeping and husbandry of several specimens, a true collection of several micros were kept in cages and the bull could have access to several living feline specimen for his studies. The cheetah was his own possession though, as he was a rare specimen of Acinonyx pardinensis he collected during an expedition in a mountain range. In one of the labs of the college he placed the cheetah immobilized on the mat of a science bench. Several rubber tipped pincers were holding the micro in a position displaying his natural feline suppleness. At his side were a male lion, more muscular but visibly not as supple. He was immobilized the same way that te cheetah and the bull was comparing there anatomy and abilities, examining them closely with a magnifying glass and using a rubber tipped tweezers to prob and delicately move their comparatively tiny limbs. The micros twitched and struggled against their restraints, but the bull paid them no attention as he conducted his scientific research. He took notes in a notebook as he studied their physical features, making comparisons and notes on the differences between the two species. The micros, meanwhile, could do nothing but endure their captivity, their bodies on display for the amusement and study of their giant captors. It was another day in the life of a micro, a life filled with fear, captivity, and the constant threat of being used for someone else's amusement or sustenance. As the bull continued his studies, the micros could only hope for some fleeting moment of freedom, some chance to escape their captivity and live free from the ever-present danger of the macro world. But for most, that freedom would never come, and they would be left to live out their days as pets and playthings for their giant masters. A college professor, an old and massive ram approached the younger bull student. The cheetah and the lion were still restrained on the mat as the bull didn't have had the time to place him back in his cage yet. The ram looked at the unlucky felines absent-mindedly before talking to the student. "Seems your work is progressing. I'll have something to ask you. It's about the pardinensis cheetah you own. You already know we don't possess any specimen of this specie in our collection." "Yes, it's a very rare specie, I was lucky to find one in that expedition and as lucky to have succeeded to capture him." "We don't want to take him from you as he is in good hands in your custody. But we would like to examine him and make some samples. Seeds samples would be important, for preservation, you understand, if ever a female specimen got captured one day." The younger bull looked at the ram with a mixture of pride and concern in his eyes. He was proud to own such a rare specimen, but he was also concerned about the well-being of the cheetah. "I understand the importance of preservation, Professor," he replied. "But I am concerned about the safety of my cheetah. I don't want him to be harmed or mistreated in any way." The ram nodded understandingly. "Of course, of course," he said. "We would never mistreat any of our specimens. We are simply interested in studying the cheetah's biology and behavior. And as for the samples, we would take great care to ensure that the cheetah was not harmed in any way." The younger bull thought for a moment before nodding his agreement. "Alright, but I want to be there during the examination to make sure my cheetah is okay. And I want him returned to me once the samples are taken." After returning the lion in his cage, and responding at his angry growling for having been treated this way with a gentle caress on his belly, the bull returned home. He put the cage on the coffee table of his living room in front of his couch and sit onto. He removed his t-shirt revealing his humongous and meaty muscles. Then he opened the cage to let the cheetah the opportunity to move out and stretch his legs on the comparatively vast surface of the table. The cheetah tentatively moved out of the cage, his small form still trembling slightly from the stress of his examination at the college. But when he saw his owner, the younger bull, on the couch, his fear faded away, and he walked over to the giant student, his tiny feet padding softly on the table. The bull smiled down at his pet, reaching out to scratch behind his ears. "You did good today, little one," he said. "I know it was scary, but you were so brave." It was a strange existence for the cheetah, living as a pet in a macro world where he was constantly in danger. But for now, at least, he was happy to be safe in the arms of his owner, for the first time in a long time feeling as if he truly belonged somewhere. The bull reclined and placed the cheetah on his enormous and beefy pecs. The bull was feeling a bit exhausted after this day. "I thrust you. Don't try to run away, remember the last time with the scorpion." The cheetah didn't like to be lectured by a young one who was around half his own age, but the bull was right about the risks of the surrounding. The cheetah settled onto the bull's pecs, the gentle rise and fall of his massive chest lulling him into a sense of peace and security. He remembered all too well the last time he had tried to run away. The world was a dangerous place for a micro, and without the protection of his giant owner, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance. But being a pet had its own dangers and difficulties, too. The bull could be playful at times, but there were also moments when he was demanding, and the cheetah had to do what his owner wanted or face punishment. Still, as he lay there on the bull's chest, feeling the warmth of the giant's skin and the gentle rhythm of his breathing, the cheetah felt content. For now, at least, he was safe and cared for, and that was enough. That night as the bull was laying on his wide back on his couch with his cheetah on his pecs as he got into the habit to do so, but he fell asleep some moments later. The cheetah decided to explore his humongous muscular body. After all this bull didn't waste time to do the same with him many time from the moment he captured him. The cheetah carefully made his way down the bull's chest, his small paws silently padding on the giant's skin. He had always been fascinated by his owner's massive muscles, and he wanted to explore every inch of them. As he moved down the bull's body, he felt the rippling muscles shift and move beneath his feet. He couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size and power of the giant bull. He had never seen a macro of such size and strength before, and it was both awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time. But the cheetah was determined to explore, and he continued to make his way down the bull's body, running his tiny paws over the giant's bulging biceps and massive abs. As he explored, the cheetah felt a sense of freedom and excitement that he had never felt before. For a brief moment, he was able to forget about the dangers of the macro world and simply revel in the sensation of running his paws over the massive muscles of his owner. But eventually, exhaustion overtook the small feline, and he curled up on the bull's stomach, feeling safe and secure in the knowledge that his owner was there to protect him. The bull woke up and started to delicately caress the back of the cheetah. The micro feline stretched out under the huge finger tip. And willing to return the favor he lazily petted the massive mass of firm muscle of the meaty pecs he was laying upon. As he was about twenty time smaller than his younger but gigantic captor the cheetah couldn't rub more than a tiny spot of the bull's vast pectoral muscle and the bull could probably not feel it or barely. Feeling disillusioned the cheetah slipped from the underside of the huge bull fingertip and moved on the bulky surface of the giant's pecs muscle. And he stopped abruptly as he saw his comparatively enormous nipple on the lower side of his manly and beefy pecs. Feeling playful, the cheetah started to rub his comparatively tiny hand on the naked skin hoping it to be more sensitive than the thicker one of the top of the meaty pecs. His tiny claws brushed on the naked skin barely denting it but the areola and the knob of flesh reacted and got firmer under his hands as well the humongous muscle twitched ponderously and shook the cheetah who managed to keep his grip. The bull let out a soft groan as he felt the cheetah's tiny hands rubbing against his nipple. It was a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one. He knew he could easily crush the small feline with his massive pecs, but the cheetah seemed content to stay where he was, exploring the surface of the giant's body. As he continued to pet the bull's nipple, the cheetah couldn't help but feel a sense of fascination at the sheer size and power of the muscular giant that held him captive. It was awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time, but the cheetah felt safe in the knowledge that the bull would never intentionally hurt him. For a while longer, the cheetah explored the bull's massive pecs, running his hands over the bulging muscles and feeling the power and heat emanating from the giant's body. And as he did, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the sheer scale of everything in the macro world, where even the smallest of things could be impossibly giant compared to his own tiny form. Next day, the father of the bull, a macro anthropomorphic white bull as large than his grey furred son and with a massive musclegut came to visit his son. He is a bit older than the cheetah and both of them had known the world before the rise of the macros. The father seized the cheetah between his humongous callous fingers to examine him as he didn't see a feline from a long time. And after a while both the cheetah and the bull started to chat about the bygone world. The cheetah was initially frightened of the giant white bull, but as their conversation progressed, he realized that the older bull was just as nostalgic about the past world as he was. They reminisced about how different things were before macros became the dominant species and how the world seemed so much simpler back then. The cheetah told stories of his own past, of how he used to be an athlete in a much different world, where animals like him could be the fastest and the fiercest. The older bull shared his own experiences, describing how life was in his days as a farmer before the macros came. As they talked, it became clear that both the old bull and the cheetah missed the world before the rise of the macros, but they also acknowledged that things had changed and that they had to adapt to survive in this new world. The old bull spoke of the successes and failures he had experienced as a farmer since the macros' arrival, while the cheetah spoke of finding unexpected companionship and safety in the company of his young bull captor. The grey bull, listening to the conversation, realized that the world he grew up in had been entirely different from that of his father and the cheetah. While he didn't fully understand their longing for the past, he appreciated the wisdom they had to offer and was grateful to be able to learn from both of them. As the conversation wound down, the cheetah found himself feeling a strange mix of sadness and contentment. While the world had changed beyond recognition, he was still alive, and he had managed to find safety and companionship in the most unexpected places. For the older white bull and the grey bull, the conversation was a reminder that they might be masters of their world, but there was still much to learn from the smaller creatures they shared it with. And for the cheetah, it was a reminder that even in a world so dangerous for someone like him, there were still moments of happiness and connection to be found. The father told how his growth into a macro bull of colossal proportions made him involuntarily destroy several buildings and vehicles of the ancient world. His son listened as he was born after the rise of the macros he was already a colossus in a world of giants and was quite impressed to see the cheetah he owned was old enough to have really seen the stories his own father already told him. The cheetah listened intently as the father bull shared his stories of destruction, recalling the sheer chaos that accompanied his transformation into a giant. As the father described the extent of the damage he had caused, the younger bull's eyes grew wide with horror and fascination. The cheetah, who had lived through the transition between the two worlds, shared his own experiences of the time. He told of the confusion and panic that spread throughout the world as herbivorous furries, animals, and plants grew to gargantuan proportions, and of the devastation that followed as the newly-formed macros tried to come to terms with the shift in power dynamics. The father bull also recounted the challenges he faced as he tried to adapt to his new size, such as maneuvering through the world without crushing everything in his path and dealing with the newfound appetites that came with being so massive. He shared stories of both triumph and failure, highlighting the steep learning curve that he and all other macros faced in those early chaotic days. For the young grey bull, these tales were a humbling reminder that his own life as a macro had been relatively easy by comparison, and that he had never known the true extent of the challenges faced by those who lived through the dramatic transformation. He found himself feeling a newfound respect for both the cheetah and his own father, as well as a deeper sense of gratitude for the relatively stable world he had been born into. The father of the bull student approached the cage, his massive hooves resounding on the floor of the giant sized home and his colossal and massive form looming above the cage. His huge and meaty hand reached down while his thick fingers spread and clasped around the cage, the metal bars squeaking slightly under the pressure. The cheetah moved back before covering on the bottom of the enclosure as the old bull moved it closer of his massive face. He then slipped the thumb and forefinger of his free hand to seize the comparatively tiny cheetah and moved the small feline out of the enclosure. He moved the cheetah closer of his huge mouth and kissed him. "My son is proud to have captured you and to be able to keep you in good condition little one." Still holding the cheetah between his meaty fingers he lowered him some, his gigantic and massively muscular body loomed above the micro feline. "If he brings you with him in his next expedition, would be nice and stay with him without trying to escape to join the free micros ?" The cheetah, still trembling slightly from the sheer size and power of the old bull, looked into his massive eyes and considered the proposition. He thought about the dangers and perils of living in the wild, remembering the close encounter with the scorpion and the countless other threats he had faced while trying to survive on his own. Then he thought about the younger bull and the sense of safety and companionship he had found in his captivity. Despite being used for experiments and sometimes being treated as a mere object, the young bull had also been protective and caring to the cheetah. Finally, the cheetah made up his mind. He looked back up at the old bull, raising his tiny voice to ensure that he could be heard. "I... I will stay with him," he said, his voice trembling but determined. "As much as I miss my freedom, I know that the world out there is too dangerous for me. With your son, I have a better chance of survival and maybe even some happiness." The old bull nodded, understanding the difficult decision that the cheetah had to make. He gently placed the small feline back into the cage, appreciating the courage it took for him to choose his own safety over the freedom he longed for. As the cheetah settled back into his cage, he hoped that he had made the right choice. While he knew that life with the young bull would never be truly free, he also realized that in the dangerous macro-dominated world, perhaps the safest place for a micro like him was under the protection of a gentle giant. The bull student went to his expedition and brought his cheetah with him. The cheetah passed the most of the time of the travel in the pocket of the shirt of the muscular giant or in the crack beetween his massive pecs under the shirt. For the first time he had a close look of the immense planes built by the macros when they were on the ground at the airport. These powerful machines were looking like they were out from a nightmare for the feline even when he was seeing them fly high in the sky with their humongous engines making earth shattering sounds. There, on the tarmac, they were looking terrifying for someone of his size and he trembled at the idea to pass several hours inside one of them, even if he already did before, after the young bull captured him and brought him in this giants'city, but he didn't see them as he was locked in a cage and put in the bull's backpack. Luckily for him, the plane was well soundproofed and even if the vibration and residual sounds were still heavy for his frame, he mostly found the travel enjoyable although a bit long. Globally he liked to travel with the bull through the macros' territory and then in that place where they wer heading. It was another of these very mountainous area with sharp relieves most macros would find unsuitable to set up. There did be a small village populated with mountain dwelling macro herbivore like these white furred and bearded mountain goats and these grey-brown furred ibexes with there impressive horns. The cheetah kept himself hidden between the bul humongous pecs under his short during almost all the time the student was in the village for his last preparative before terkking through the mountains till he reached his destination, a craggy landscape where the colossus moved with some difficulties and that was looking like a sanctuary for the plants and animals that didn't grow to gigantic proportions during the rise of the macros. The cheetah was realy happy to stroll among them in a landscape that was looking as if the rise of the macros never happened. Though the bull student was with him, his colossal body towering the normal sized trees, which was making him look even more impressive he already was. But the cheetah was happy and somewhat grateful his huge captor let him walk in this original pristine landscape even if his towering form was never far away, his hoofed steps resounding and echoing around and his bovine smell lingering among the alpine flower's scents. The cheetah watched the bull at a safe distance as he was carefully uprooting some of the trees as a professor from the bottanical wing of his college asked him to bring back some specimens for their garden. His enormous fingers were ticker than most of the trunks and the cheetah had the impression the humongous giant would snap them while he was extract them from the rocky ground. The cheetah couldn't help but be simultaneously awed and intimidated by the sheer power and presence of the bull, as he meticulously removed the trees for the botanical garden. Watching the bull's massive fingers and hooves carefully navigate the once pristine landscape, the cheetah contemplated the effect of the macros on the world around them. In a place that seemed almost untouched by the rise of the macros, the contrast between the old world and the new one was more evident than ever. Throughout their journey through the mountains, the cheetah revelled in the beauty and freedom of the landscape, breathing in the crisp alpine air and listening to the sounds of the wildlife that still thrived in their hidden sanctuary. All the while, the bull carefully collected the specimens he needed, treating the natural world around him with respect and care, constantly aware of his own impact on the delicate balance of this world. The bull came there mainly to study and possibly collect some micro predators. And if the cheetah was more than happy to come with his owner, he firmly had no intention in helping him to catch other micros. He already kept for himself the fact one of the trees collected by the bull had feline claws marking on its bark, and the cheetah was certain to have seen the leopard who made them watching them from a safe distance and hidden in the cover of a copse. And he found horrible to see the bull managing to catch a male tiger, the orange furred micro anthro feline squirming frantically and growling in terror in th grip of the enormous fingers bull. The bull student only had a pleased smile and happiness while he was handling the tiger. The cheetah was knowing tigers payed a heavy price soon after the rise of the macros for having been one of the more powerful predator species in the world before. Lot of herbivores wanted to catch or get them after having grow to gigantic proportions. Deers, gazelles and even rabbits were know to enjoy toying with them or eating alive some terrified tigers, sometime even swallowing them alive to feel them struggling in their stomachs. This one was still struggling like a crazy and screaming and shouting to get help as the bull patiently placed him in a specimen cage, but the micro tiger kept struggling and banging himself on the bars. The bull chose then to seize him out of the cage and carefully placed the tiger in an envelope made of a soft but very resistant gauze. The body of the tiger got stuck between each layers of the envelope and the silky fabrics prevented him to make any brutal movements that would hurt himself, and he could breathe easily through the very permeable fabric. The cheetah watched jaws agape how the bull expertly placed the struggling tiger in that tight confinement before calmly examining his muscular big cat body through the see-through gauze. The cheetah could see the form of the tiger still squirming feebly in the tight envelope and screaming to be helped to get out of it while the bull simply replied him to calm down before placing him in a dark box he then put in his backpack. Th cheetah couldn't help but thought he would have got the same treatment if ever he was as frantic when the bull captured him. He also got worried about what any micros seeing him being with the bull might think about him, would they see him like a captive or a traitor ? The bull was very pleased with this expedition, he captured several specimens, including a female anthro leopard whose phenotype seemed to indiquate she was a very rare amur leopard. The college collection had two males of this leopard subspecies and the director of the collection, the ram, would be very pleased to get this female. And, if it was confirmed she was really an amur leopardess, they could have an opportunity to increase their number. The cheetah was still having mixed feelings about this, he would have prefered this leopardess remain free and that the males got there to meet her if they wanted to, but he also knew how big cats were considered as luxurious pets at the best, playthings or even delicacies at the worst, by the macros herbivores. And in the wing of the college they would be safe. But the screams of terror and pleas for help when the bull examined them closely in his tent were still resouning in his minds. For the last day, as it was very sunny, the bull put all his precious specimens in a cool and shady part of his tent while he brought the cheetah with him to swimand have some fun in a vast mountain lake, they were not in the remote part of the mountain range anymore and not so far from the village of the goats and ibexes. The cheetah was feeling happy to see the colossal bull naked in the water and visibly having lot of fun. He had some fun too, when the colossus was floating on his back he could swam close of the bull or in the less deep area above his sculpted abs and he climbed on his enormous beefy shoulder or on the top of his horned head when he started to swim to avoid to get carried several dozens of feet when the water got turbulent each time the giant made a swimming movement into. The bull finished the day stretched on his back and enjoying the end of the day and watching the sun set between the steep peaks with his cheetah on his beefy pecs. The anthro feline enjoyed that moment too, making the most of this moment before the stress of the trip back. The thought of his captive fellows overshadowed his minds sometime. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the mountain peaks, the cheetah reflected on the events of their expedition. He couldn't help but empathize with the captured micro predators, knowing full well the fear and dread they must have felt as they were caught and examined by the giant bull. The cheetah felt conflicted - he knew that life at the college would provide safety and possibly even an opportunity for the endangered species to repopulate, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was fundamentally wrong with the way they were being treated. The bull, still basking in the satisfaction of the successful expedition, remained unaware of the cheetah's inner turmoil. He continued to enjoy the peaceful sunset, embracing the time he had left in the mountains before their return to civilization. The cheetah, recognizing the unique bond he shared with the bull, decided to speak up about his concerns. He looked up at the giant, his small voice barely above a whisper. "Do you ever think about the captured micros? Do you... do you think it's wrong?" The bull looked down at his cheetah companion, his expression thoughtful. "I understand your concern," he replied slowly. "I know that their lives are forever changed by being captured, but I believe that at the college, they will be safe and taken care of. Sometimes, it's difficult to find the right balance between preservation and freedom." The cheetah nodded, understanding that the world they lived in was not black and white, and that sometimes complex decisions had to be made. He found solace in the fact that at least these micro predators would be protected and cared for, even if it meant losing their freedom. As the last light of the day vanished behind the mountains, the bull and cheetah laid there together, the once pristine landscape around them a testament to the ever-changing world they inhabited. They knew that no matter how much they longed for the past or worried about the future, they had each other to rely on and a unique bond that transcended the boundaries of predator and prey, captor and captive, macro and micro. If the cheetah took some moment to watch the last moment in the mountains and from the skies in the giant plane, he slept for almost all the travel. The bull preferred to let the anthro feline at his father's home to allow him to rest as he had lot of works to finish at the college before. The father and son chatted briefly about the expedition and how it went before he took the cage of the cheetah in his massive hand and moved inside his vast home after watching his son going in direction of the college. The humongous huge horned head of the white bull loomed at the other side of the cage as he looked at the cheetah. "I'm happy to see you kept your word and you chose to stay with my son. I was not sure you would. I know how much tantalizing it must has been for you to flee in the mountains." The cheetah listened at the bull still impressed by his presence. "You're a good cat." He continued. "I have some things for you." He moved to his living room and put the cage on a table before moving to a sideboard scaled to his immense size. Th cheetah watched in silence, the grey bull was already looking very impressive being taller an wider than most of the big buildings of the world before the rise of the macros, but being as tall and at least as heavily muscled but with his musclegut his father was looking more imposing. The cheetah imagined the vision it must have been to watch him walking among the tinier building the day of the rise. The father bull returned to the table, holding a few small items in his massive hand. To him, they were nearly insignificant in size, but to the cheetah, they were substantial. The cheetah watched curiously as the bull began to place the items on the table one by one. First, the massive bull set down a small, comfortable bed, followed by a few tiny toys that the cheetah could play with during his time in the house. Then, he placed a small dish filled with delicious morsels, catered to the cheetah's specific dietary needs. Lastly, the bull set down a tiny book, its pages filled with stories and adventures that the cheetah could read or simply admire the illustrations. The cheetah looked at these thoughtful items, feeling a mixture of gratitude and surprise. He knew that the father bull appreciated his loyalty to his son, but he hadn't expected such kindness and consideration. The cheetah looked up at the giant white bull, his eyes brimming with gratitude. "Thank you," he said softly. "These... these are amazing." The father bull smiled warmly, his colossal eyes full of understanding. "You're welcome, little one," he replied gently. "I know that life in this new world can be difficult for someone like you, but I'm glad that you've found a place where you can be safe and cared for. My son may be inexperienced at times, but he has a good heart, and I know he'll continue to look after you." The bull had also something else. He presented the next tiny item to the cheetah, a small black collar. "I want you wear it, it have a chip and a GPS device that would allow us to find you back if you get lost. Usually we use a microchip device inserted in the abdominal space of the micros we mark, but I think it would be less traumatic for you to simply wear a collar." After saying so, the old bull reached his massive hand in the cage and seized the anthropomorphic cheetah delicately He moved to his couch and carefully put the collar around the several tenths time smaller neck with his enormous fingers. The cheetah didn't dare to move before it was finished. Then the bull put the cheetah on his massively muscled chest among the white strands of curly hair.

USER: Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn't always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro herbivorous furries that delighted in hunted down and swallowing their smaller cousins whole. This, however, was all before the rise of the macros. As you can imagine, there was a great deal of confusion when one day regular herbivorous furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size. At first, there seemed to be at least some form of cooperation between the two groups as they tried to repair the damage that had been done. However, the giant herbivores soon started to give up on the idea that the two groups could ever be considered equal. This was largely due to the fact that an average adult-sized micro was only about an inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's hooves without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micro predators's live's were thought of by most giants as entirely insignificant. Micros were snatched up from their homes and devoured, not because they were the only source of food for the macros or even remotely as filling as some of the macro's other options, but simply because they were powerless to stop them. Even if the macros weren't hungry, they would still find other cruel and unusual things to do with the micros to keep themselves busy. Some micros gathered together and fled to remote locations away from most of the dangers that they faced. This didn't protect them from everything however. No matter where they went, there was always something big that had it's eye on them. Even if there were no macrofurries around, micros found themselves being eaten alive by the animals that had grown on that day as well. It was a dangerous new world if you were a micro. Macros had destroyed almost entirely all civilization as it was known before they had emerged, creating a new world order in the process where micros found themselves close to the bottom of the food chain. The average micro at that stage was lucky to live to see the age of thirty. Several years passed after the rise of the macros, and for the micros, things only became worse. Macros on the other hand had used that time to build the beginnings of fully macro-sized towns and cities where they could live normal lives again. Things started to look almost identical to how they had appeared before. If you had gone to sleep as a micro herbivore back then, and woken up as a macro today, you would notice very little difference at all other than what you ate. Selling micros as food had become a very profitable business venture. Macros ordered micro platters at restaurants and took their time throwing the little ones into their mouths and crunching down on them. The giants could order anything from stir fried micros to ordinary live micros, which was most common. Another profitable venture was selling micros in packs as aphrodisiacs or masturbation enhancers. For most macros, the sensation of a dozen little bodies squirming against their loins was well worth the effort of going out and finding their own micros or buying packs from the store. Most macros bought pre-packed micros to avoid the hassle of having to collect their own. The companies that sold these packs, along with other things, did all of the prep work before hand including removing the micros clothes which made things a whole lot easier for the horny giants. As years went by, this relationship between macros and micros continued to exist. The macro's population increased substantially and so did the micro's despite their circumstances. Both groups became accustomed to their rolls as predator and prey; master and pet; and as an individual and his or her property. A macro entered in his kitchen, he was an enormous and beefy heavily muscled grey bull. This bull was looking to be in his twenties and his exaggeratedly massive muscles rippled with each of his movement. He sat on a chair in front of a table and started to toy with a wiggling tiny form held between two of his humongous fingers. That form was a grey furred anthropomorphic cheetah, slim and muscular and visibly older than the bull. The young bull was visibly delighted by his improvised tiny plaything and took great pleasure to rub the sole of the feet of the cheetah with the tip of one of his enormous fingers. The cheetah wiggled and squirmed, unable to escape from the tight grip of the bull's fingers. "Please... let me go," the cheetah pleaded, his tiny voice barely audible to the giant bull. The bull chuckled darkly. "Why would I let such a cute little thing like you go?" he asked, bringing the tiny cheetah up to his face. He grinned as he saw the fear in the micro's eyes. "You're much more fun to play with than any toy I could buy." The cheetah squirmed again, trying desperately to get free from the bull's grasp. But it was no use. He was too small and too weak to do any damage to the much larger bull. The bull continued to toy with the cheetah for a few more minutes before finally getting bored and putting the tiny creature on the table. The cheetah stayed on the table, trembling and scared, while the bull walked away to attend to other things. This was the life of a micro in the world of macros. A life of constant fear and danger, where their only purpose was to be a plaything or a meal for their giant masters. The next day the bull went to college and he brought the cheetah in a little cage he put in his backpack. The giant bull was studying the feline anatomy and their suppleness in particular. The section of the college building he went was specialized in scientific studies about micro predators and had a whole wings dedicated to keeping and husbandry of several specimens, a true collection of several micros were kept in cages and the bull could have access to several living feline specimen for his studies. The cheetah was his own possession though, as he was a rare specimen of Acinonyx pardinensis he collected during an expedition in a mountain range. In one of the labs of the college he placed the cheetah immobilized on the mat of a science bench. Several rubber tipped pincers were holding the micro in a position displaying his natural feline suppleness. At his side were a male lion, more muscular but visibly not as supple. He was immobilized the same way that te cheetah and the bull was comparing there anatomy and abilities, examining them closely with a magnifying glass and using a rubber tipped tweezers to prob and delicately move their comparatively tiny limbs. The micros twitched and struggled against their restraints, but the bull paid them no attention as he conducted his scientific research. He took notes in a notebook as he studied their physical features, making comparisons and notes on the differences between the two species. As the bull continued his studies, the micros could only hope for some fleeting moment of freedom, some chance to escape their captivity and live free from the ever-present danger of the macro world. But for most, that freedom would never come, and they would be left to live out their days as pets and playthings for their giant masters. A college professor, an old and massive ram approached the younger bull student. The cheetah and the lion were still restrained on the mat as the bull didn't have had the time to place him back in his cage yet. The ram looked at the unlucky felines absent-mindedly before talking to the student. "Seems your work is progressing. I'll have something to ask you. It's about the pardinensis cheetah you own. You already know we don't possess any specimen of this specie in our collection." "Yes, it's a very rare specie, I was lucky to find one in that expedition and as lucky to have succeeded to capture him." "We don't want to take him from you as he is in good hands in your custody. But we would like to examine him and make some samples. Seeds samples would be important, for preservation, you understand, if ever a female specimen got captured one day." The younger bull looked at the ram with a mixture of pride and concern in his eyes. He was proud to own such a rare specimen, but he was also concerned about the well-being of the cheetah. "I understand the importance of preservation, Professor," he replied. "But I am concerned about the safety of my cheetah. I don't want him to be harmed or mistreated in any way." The ram nodded understandingly. "Of course, of course," he said. "We would never mistreat any of our specimens. We are simply interested in studying the cheetah's biology and behavior. And as for the samples, we would take great care to ensure that the cheetah was not harmed in any way." The younger bull thought for a moment before nodding his agreement. "Alright, but I want to be there during the examination to make sure my cheetah is okay. And I want him returned to me once the samples are taken." After returning the lion in his cage, and responding at his angry growling for having been treated this way with a gentle caress on his belly, the bull returned home. He put the cage on the coffee table of his living room in front of his couch and sit onto. He removed his t-shirt revealing his humongous and meaty muscles. Then he opened the cage to let the cheetah the opportunity to move out and stretch his legs on the comparatively vast surface of the table. The cheetah tentatively moved out of the cage, his small form still trembling slightly from the stress of his examination at the college. But when he saw his owner, the younger bull, on the couch, his fear faded away, and he walked over to the giant student, his tiny feet padding softly on the table. The bull smiled down at his pet, reaching out to scratch behind his ears. "You did good today, little one," he said. "I know it was scary, but you were so brave." It was a strange existence for the cheetah, living as a pet in a macro world where he was constantly in danger. But for now, at least, he was happy to be safe in the arms of his owner, for the first time in a long time feeling as if he truly belonged somewhere. The bull reclined and placed the cheetah on his enormous and beefy pecs. The bull was feeling a bit exhausted after this day. "I thrust you. Don't try to run away, remember the last time with the scorpion." The cheetah didn't like to be lectured by a young one who was around half his own age, but the bull was right about the risks of the surrounding. The cheetah settled onto the bull's pecs, the gentle rise and fall of his massive chest lulling him into a sense of peace and security. He remembered all too well the last time he had tried to run away. The world was a dangerous place for a micro, and without the protection of his giant owner, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance. But being a pet had its own dangers and difficulties, too. The bull could be playful at times, but there were also moments when he was demanding, and the cheetah had to do what his owner wanted or face punishment. Still, as he lay there on the bull's chest, feeling the warmth of the giant's skin and the gentle rhythm of his breathing, the cheetah felt content. For now, at least, he was safe and cared for, and that was enough. That night as the bull was laying on his wide back on his couch with his cheetah on his pecs as he got into the habit to do so, but he fell asleep some moments later. The cheetah decided to explore his humongous muscular body. After all this bull didn't waste time to do the same with him many time from the moment he captured him. The cheetah carefully made his way down the bull's chest, his small paws silently padding on the giant's skin. He had always been fascinated by his owner's massive muscles, and he wanted to explore every inch of them. As he moved down the bull's body, he felt the rippling muscles shift and move beneath his feet. He couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size and power of the giant bull. He had never seen a macro of such size and strength before, and it was both awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time. But the cheetah was determined to explore, and he continued to make his way down the bull's body, running his tiny paws over the giant's bulging biceps and massive abs. As he explored, the cheetah felt a sense of freedom and excitement that he had never felt before. For a brief moment, he was able to forget about the dangers of the macro world and simply revel in the sensation of running his paws over the massive muscles of his owner. But eventually, exhaustion overtook the small feline, and he curled up on the bull's stomach, feeling safe and secure in the knowledge that his owner was there to protect him. The bull woke up and started to delicately caress the back of the cheetah. The micro feline stretched out under the huge finger tip. And willing to return the favor he lazily petted the massive mass of firm muscle of the meaty pecs he was laying upon. As he was about twenty time smaller than his younger but gigantic captor the cheetah couldn't rub more than a tiny spot of the bull's vast pectoral muscle and the bull could probably not feel it or barely. Feeling disillusioned the cheetah slipped from the underside of the huge bull fingertip and moved on the bulky surface of the giant's pecs muscle. And he stopped abruptly as he saw his comparatively enormous nipple on the lower side of his manly and beefy pecs. Feeling playful, the cheetah started to rub his comparatively tiny hand on the naked skin hoping it to be more sensitive than the thicker one of the top of the meaty pecs. His tiny claws brushed on the naked skin barely denting it but the areola and the knob of flesh reacted and got firmer under his hands as well the humongous muscle twitched ponderously and shook the cheetah who managed to keep his grip. The bull let out a soft groan as he felt the cheetah's tiny hands rubbing against his nipple. It was a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one. He knew he could easily crush the small feline with his massive pecs, but the cheetah seemed content to stay where he was, exploring the surface of the giant's body. As he continued to pet the bull's nipple, the cheetah couldn't help but feel a sense of fascination at the sheer size and power of the muscular giant that held him captive. It was awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time, but the cheetah felt safe in the knowledge that the bull would never intentionally hurt him. Next day, the father of the bull, a macro anthropomorphic white bull as large than his grey furred son and with a massive musclegut came to visit his son. He is a bit older than the cheetah and both of them had known the world before the rise of the macros. The father seized the cheetah between his humongous callous fingers to examine him as he didn't see a feline from a long time. And after a while both the cheetah and the bull started to chat about the bygone world. The cheetah was initially frightened of the giant white bull, but as their conversation progressed, he realized that the older bull was just as nostalgic about the past world as he was. They reminisced about how different things were before macros became the dominant species and how the world seemed so much simpler back then. The cheetah told stories of his own past, of how he used to be an athlete in a much different world, where animals like him could be the fastest and the fiercest. The older bull shared his own experiences, describing how life was in his days as a farmer before the macros came. As they talked, it became clear that both the old bull and the cheetah missed the world before the rise of the macros, but they also acknowledged that things had changed and that they had to adapt to survive in this new world. The old bull spoke of the successes and failures he had experienced as a farmer since the macros' arrival, while the cheetah spoke of finding unexpected companionship and safety in the company of his young bull captor. The grey bull, listening to the conversation, realized that the world he grew up in had been entirely different from that of his father and the cheetah. While he didn't fully understand their longing for the past, he appreciated the wisdom they had to offer and was grateful to be able to learn from both of them. As the conversation wound down, the cheetah found himself feeling a strange mix of sadness and contentment. While the world had changed beyond recognition, he was still alive, and he had managed to find safety and companionship in the most unexpected places. For the older white bull and the grey bull, the conversation was a reminder that they might be masters of their world, but there was still much to learn from the smaller creatures they shared it with. And for the cheetah, it was a reminder that even in a world so dangerous for someone like him, there were still moments of happiness and connection to be found. The father told how his growth into a macro bull of colossal proportions made him involuntarily destroy several buildings and vehicles of the ancient world. His son listened as he was born after the rise of the macros he was already a colossus in a world of giants and was quite impressed to see the cheetah he owned was old enough to have really seen the stories his own father already told him. The cheetah listened intently as the father bull shared his stories of destruction, recalling the sheer chaos that accompanied his transformation into a giant. As the father described the extent of the damage he had caused, the younger bull's eyes grew wide with horror and fascination. The cheetah, who had lived through the transition between the two worlds, shared his own experiences of the time. He told of the confusion and panic that spread throughout the world as herbivorous furries, animals, and plants grew to gargantuan proportions, and of the devastation that followed as the newly-formed macros tried to come to terms with the shift in power dynamics. The father bull also recounted the challenges he faced as he tried to adapt to his new size, such as maneuvering through the world without crushing everything in his path and dealing with the newfound appetites that came with being so massive. He shared stories of both triumph and failure, highlighting the steep learning curve that he and all other macros faced in those early chaotic days. For the young grey bull, these tales were a humbling reminder that his own life as a macro had been relatively easy by comparison, and that he had never known the true extent of the challenges faced by those who lived through the dramatic transformation. He found himself feeling a newfound respect for both the cheetah and his own father, as well as a deeper sense of gratitude for the relatively stable world he had been born into. The father of the bull student approached the cage, his massive hooves resounding on the floor of the giant sized home and his colossal and massive form looming above the cage. His huge and meaty hand reached down while his thick fingers spread and clasped around the cage, the metal bars squeaking slightly under the pressure. The cheetah moved back before covering on the bottom of the enclosure as the old bull moved it closer of his massive face. He then slipped the thumb and forefinger of his free hand to seize the comparatively tiny cheetah and moved the small feline out of the enclosure. He moved the cheetah closer of his huge mouth and kissed him. "My son is proud to have captured you and to be able to keep you in good condition little one." Still holding the cheetah between his meaty fingers he lowered him some, his gigantic and massively muscular body loomed above the micro feline. "If he brings you with him in his next expedition, would be nice and stay with him without trying to escape to join the free micros ?" The cheetah, still trembling slightly from the sheer size and power of the old bull, looked into his massive eyes and considered the proposition. He thought about the dangers and perils of living in the wild, remembering the close encounter with the scorpion and the countless other threats he had faced while trying to survive on his own. Then he thought about the younger bull and the sense of safety and companionship he had found in his captivity. Despite being used for experiments and sometimes being treated as a mere object, the young bull had also been protective and caring to the cheetah. Finally, the cheetah made up his mind. He looked back up at the old bull, raising his tiny voice to ensure that he could be heard. "I... I will stay with him," he said, his voice trembling but determined. "As much as I miss my freedom, I know that the world out there is too dangerous for me. With your son, I have a better chance of survival and maybe even some happiness." The old bull nodded, understanding the difficult decision that the cheetah had to make. He gently placed the small feline back into the cage, appreciating the courage it took for him to choose his own safety over the freedom he longed for. As the cheetah settled back into his cage, he hoped that he had made the right choice. While he knew that life with the young bull would never be truly free, he also realized that in the dangerous macro-dominated world, perhaps the safest place for a micro like him was under the protection of a gentle giant. The bull student went to his expedition and brought his cheetah with him. The cheetah passed the most of the time of the travel in the pocket of the shirt of the muscular giant or in the crack beetween his massive pecs under the shirt. For the first time he had a close look of the immense planes built by the macros when they were on the ground at the airport. These powerful machines were looking like they were out from a nightmare for the feline even when he was seeing them fly high in the sky with their humongous engines making earth shattering sounds. There, on the tarmac, they were looking terrifying for someone of his size and he trembled at the idea to pass several hours inside one of them, even if he already did before, after the young bull captured him and brought him in this giants'city, but he didn't see them as he was locked in a cage and put in the bull's backpack. Luckily for him, the plane was well soundproofed and even if the vibration and residual sounds were still heavy for his frame, he mostly found the travel enjoyable although a bit long. Globally he liked to travel with the bull through the macros' territory and then in that place where they wer heading. It was another of these very mountainous area with sharp relieves most macros would find unsuitable to set up. There did be a small village populated with mountain dwelling macro herbivore like these white furred and bearded mountain goats and these grey-brown furred ibexes with there impressive horns. The cheetah kept himself hidden between the bul humongous pecs under his short during almost all the time the student was in the village for his last preparative before terkking through the mountains till he reached his destination, a craggy landscape where the colossus moved with some difficulties and that was looking like a sanctuary for the plants and animals that didn't grow to gigantic proportions during the rise of the macros. The cheetah was realy happy to stroll among them in a landscape that was looking as if the rise of the macros never happened. Though the bull student was with him, his colossal body towering the normal sized trees, which was making him look even more impressive he already was. But the cheetah was happy and somewhat grateful his huge captor let him walk in this original pristine landscape even if his towering form was never far away, his hoofed steps resounding and echoing around and his bovine smell lingering among the alpine flower's scents. The cheetah watched the bull at a safe distance as he was carefully uprooting some of the trees as a professor from the bottanical wing of his college asked him to bring back some specimens for their garden. His enormous fingers were ticker than most of the trunks and the cheetah had the impression the humongous giant would snap them while he was extract them from the rocky ground. The cheetah couldn't help but be simultaneously awed and intimidated by the sheer power and presence of the bull, as he meticulously removed the trees for the botanical garden. Watching the bull's massive fingers and hooves carefully navigate the once pristine landscape, the cheetah contemplated the effect of the macros on the world around them. In a place that seemed almost untouched by the rise of the macros, the contrast between the old world and the new one was more evident than ever. Throughout their journey through the mountains, the cheetah revelled in the beauty and freedom of the landscape, breathing in the crisp alpine air and listening to the sounds of the wildlife that still thrived in their hidden sanctuary. All the while, the bull carefully collected the specimens he needed, treating the natural world around him with respect and care, constantly aware of his own impact on the delicate balance of this world. The bull came there mainly to study and possibly collect some micro predators. And if the cheetah was more than happy to come with his owner, he firmly had no intention in helping him to catch other micros. He already kept for himself the fact one of the trees collected by the bull had feline claws marking on its bark, and the cheetah was certain to have seen the leopard who made them watching them from a safe distance and hidden in the cover of a copse. And he found horrible to see the bull managing to catch a male tiger, the orange furred micro anthro feline squirming frantically and growling in terror in th grip of the enormous fingers bull. The bull student only had a pleased smile and happiness while he was handling the tiger. The cheetah was knowing tigers payed a heavy price soon after the rise of the macros for having been one of the more powerful predator species in the world before. Lot of herbivores wanted to catch or get them after having grow to gigantic proportions. Deers, gazelles and even rabbits were know to enjoy toying with them or eating alive some terrified tigers, sometime even swallowing them alive to feel them struggling in their stomachs. This one was still struggling like a crazy and screaming and shouting to get help as the bull patiently placed him in a specimen cage, but the micro tiger kept struggling and banging himself on the bars. The bull chose then to seize him out of the cage and carefully placed the tiger in an envelope made of a soft but very resistant gauze. The body of the tiger got stuck between each layers of the envelope and the silky fabrics prevented him to make any brutal movements that would hurt himself, and he could breathe easily through the very permeable fabric. The cheetah watched jaws agape how the bull expertly placed the struggling tiger in that tight confinement before calmly examining his muscular big cat body through the see-through gauze. The cheetah could see the form of the tiger still squirming feebly in the tight envelope and screaming to be helped to get out of it while the bull simply replied him to calm down before placing him in a dark box he then put in his backpack. Th cheetah couldn't help but thought he would have got the same treatment if ever he was as frantic when the bull captured him. He also got worried about what any micros seeing him being with the bull might think about him, would they see him like a captive or a traitor ? The bull was very pleased with this expedition, he captured several specimens, including a female anthro leopard whose phenotype seemed to indiquate she was a very rare amur leopard. The college collection had two males of this leopard subspecies and the director of the collection, the ram, would be very pleased to get this female. And, if it was confirmed she was really an amur leopardess, they could have an opportunity to increase their number. The cheetah was still having mixed feelings about this, he would have prefered this leopardess remain free and that the males got there to meet her if they wanted to, but he also knew how big cats were considered as luxurious pets at the best, playthings or even delicacies at the worst, by the macros herbivores. And in the wing of the college they would be safe. But the screams of terror and pleas for help when the bull examined them closely in his tent were still resouning in his minds. For the last day, as it was very sunny, the bull put all his precious specimens in a cool and shady part of his tent while he brought the cheetah with him to swimand have some fun in a vast mountain lake, they were not in the remote part of the mountain range anymore and not so far from the village of the goats and ibexes. The cheetah was feeling happy to see the colossal bull naked in the water and visibly having lot of fun. He had some fun too, when the colossus was floating on his back he could swam close of the bull or in the less deep area above his sculpted abs and he climbed on his enormous beefy shoulder or on the top of his horned head when he started to swim to avoid to get carried several dozens of feet when the water got turbulent each time the giant made a swimming movement into. The bull finished the day stretched on his back and enjoying the end of the day and watching the sun set between the steep peaks with his cheetah on his beefy pecs. The anthro feline enjoyed that moment too, making the most of this moment before the stress of the trip back. The thought of his captive fellows overshadowed his minds sometime. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the mountain peaks, the cheetah reflected on the events of their expedition. He couldn't help but empathize with the captured micro predators, knowing full well the fear and dread they must have felt as they were caught and examined by the giant bull. The cheetah felt conflicted - he knew that life at the college would provide safety and possibly even an opportunity for the endangered species to repopulate, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was fundamentally wrong with the way they were being treated. The bull, still basking in the satisfaction of the successful expedition, remained unaware of the cheetah's inner turmoil. He continued to enjoy the peaceful sunset, embracing the time he had left in the mountains before their return to civilization. The cheetah, recognizing the unique bond he shared with the bull, decided to speak up about his concerns. He looked up at the giant, his small voice barely above a whisper. "Do you ever think about the captured micros? Do you... do you think it's wrong?" The bull looked down at his cheetah companion, his expression thoughtful. "I understand your concern," he replied slowly. "I know that their lives are forever changed by being captured, but I believe that at the college, they will be safe and taken care of. Sometimes, it's difficult to find the right balance between preservation and freedom." The cheetah nodded, understanding that the world they lived in was not black and white, and that sometimes complex decisions had to be made. He found solace in the fact that at least these micro predators would be protected and cared for, even if it meant losing their freedom. As the last light of the day vanished behind the mountains, the bull and cheetah laid there together, the once pristine landscape around them a testament to the ever-changing world they inhabited. They knew that no matter how much they longed for the past or worried about the future, they had each other to rely on and a unique bond that transcended the boundaries of predator and prey, captor and captive, macro and micro. If the cheetah took some moment to watch the last moment in the mountains and from the skies in the giant plane, he slept for almost all the travel. The bull preferred to let the anthro feline at his father's home to allow him to rest as he had lot of works to finish at the college before. The father and son chatted briefly about the expedition and how it went before he took the cage of the cheetah in his massive hand and moved inside his vast home after watching his son going in direction of the college. The humongous huge horned head of the white bull loomed at the other side of the cage as he looked at the cheetah. "I'm happy to see you kept your word and you chose to stay with my son. I was not sure you would. I know how much tantalizing it must has been for you to flee in the mountains." The cheetah listened at the bull still impressed by his presence. "You're a good cat." He continued. "I have some things for you." He moved to his living room and put the cage on a table before moving to a sideboard scaled to his immense size. ThThe cheetah watched in silence, the grey bull was already looking very impressive being taller an wider than most of the big buildings of the world before the rise of the macros, but being as tall and at least as heavily muscled but with his musclegut his father was looking more imposing. The cheetah imagined the vision it must have been to watch him walking among the tinier building the day of the rise. The father bull returned to the table, holding a few small items incheetah saw the elder bull had a collection of vehicles from the time before the rise of the macros on a shelf. There were several cars, including some sport carts and a police one, there were also a helicopter and a yacht boat. When the cheetah asked him how they came in his possession he explained he collected them during the years after the rise. The yacht was found several years after with his son when he was in his teens, it was the property of an ancient lion CEO, he passed these years in sea to escape the macro till his boat ran out of fuel and drifted close o the coast. He added that lion was the first feline his son captured and was probably the reason of his interest for them. His son kept the lion some time to play with but they eventually offered him at the college as he got hurt during one of the game of the young bull who didn't controlled his strength as perfectly than today. The keepers of the micro predators studies wing took care of him and he recovered, he had now several cubs with some other captive lioness and his son used them in his studies. The cheetah thought the lion the young bull used in his comparative study must have been one of them. Them the bull took the cheetah in his hand and stood up and walked in front of the shelf. He made the cheetah perch on one of his massive shoulders and he seized the police car and one of the sport ones in each of his massive hand. To him, they were nearly insignificant in size, but to the cheetah, they were substantial. The cheetah watched curiously as the bull began to place the itemsThe cheetah could see the colossus was displaying almost as much delicacy when he manipulated him to seize these vehicles. He walked in front of the table and put both cars on its top. He then put the cheetah at their sides. "There are still some gaz in these ones. You can give it a shot, it's been a long time a didn't saw one of them running." He said. "Just be careful to not fall from the table." He added while lowering one of is massive hands all fingers stretched out in front the rim of the table one by one. First, the massive bull set down a small, comfortable bed, followed by a few tiny toys that the cheetah could play with during his time in the house. Then, he placed a small dish filled with delicious morsels, catered to the cheetah's specific dietary needs. Lastly, the bull set down a tiny book, its pages filled with stories and adventures that the cheetah could read or simply admire the illustrations. The cheetah looked at these thoughtful items, feeling a mixture of gratitude and surprise. He knew that the father bull appreciated his loyalty to his son, but he hadn't expected such kindness and consideration. The cheetah looked up at the giant white bull, his eyes brimming with gratitude. "Thank you," he said softly. "These... these are amazing." The father bull smiled warmly, his colossal eyes full of understanding. "You're welcome, little one," he replied gently. "I know that life in this new world can be difficult for someone like you, but I'm glad that you've found a place where you can be safe and cared for. My son may be inexperienced at times, but he has a good heart, and I know he'll continue to look after you." The bull had also something else. He presented the next tiny item to the cheetah, a small black collar. "I want you wear it, it have a chip and a GPS device that would allow us to find you back if you get lost. Usually we use a microchip device inserted in the abdominal space of the micros we mark, but I think it would be less traumatic for you to simply wear a collar." After saying so, the old bull reached his massive hand in the cage and seized the anthropomorphic cheetah delicately He moved to his couch and carefully put the collar around the several tenths time smaller neck with his enormous fingers. The cheetah didn't dare to move before it was finished. Then the bull put the cheetah on his massively muscled chest among the white strands of curly hair.the closest of the cars."

USER: Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn't always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro herbivorous furries that delighted in hunted down and swallowing their smaller cousins whole. This, however, was all before the rise of the macros. As you can imagine, there was a great deal of confusion when one day regular herbivorous furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size. At first, there seemed to be at least some form of cooperation between the two groups as they tried to repair the damage that had been done. However, the giant herbivores soon started to give up on the idea that the two groups could ever be considered equal. This was largely due to the fact that an average adult-sized micro was only about an inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's hooves without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micro predators's live's were thought of by most giants as entirely insignificant. Micros were snatched up from their homes and devoured, not because they were the only source of food for the macros or even remotely as filling as some of the macro's other options, but simply because they were powerless to stop them. Even if the macros weren't hungry, they would still find other cruel and unusual things to do with the micros to keep themselves busy. Some micros gathered together and fled to remote locations away from most of the dangers that they faced. This didn't protect them from everything however. No matter where they went, there was always something big that had it's eye on them. Even if there were no macrofurries around, micros found themselves being eaten alive by the animals that had grown on that day as well. It was a dangerous new world if you were a micro. Macros had destroyed almost entirely all civilization as it was known before they had emerged, creating a new world order in the process where micros found themselves close to the bottom of the food chain. The average micro at that stage was lucky to live to see the age of thirty. Several years passed after the rise of the macros, and for the micros, things only became worse. Macros on the other hand had used that time to build the beginnings of fully macro-sized towns and cities where they could live normal lives again. Things started to look almost identical to how they had appeared before. If you had gone to sleep as a micro herbivore back then, and woken up as a macro today, you would notice very little difference at all other than what you ate. Selling micros as food had become a very profitable business venture. Macros ordered micro platters at restaurants and took their time throwing the little ones into their mouths and crunching down on them. The giants could order anything from stir fried micros to ordinary live micros, which was most common. Another profitable venture was selling micros in packs as aphrodisiacs or masturbation enhancers. For most macros, the sensation of a dozen little bodies squirming against their loins was well worth the effort of going out and finding their own micros or buying packs from the store. Most macros bought pre-packed micros to avoid the hassle of having to collect their own. The companies that sold these packs, along with other things, did all of the prep work before hand including removing the micros clothes which made things a whole lot easier for the horny giants. As years went by, this relationship between macros and micros continued to exist. The macro's population increased substantially and so did the micro's despite their circumstances. Both groups became accustomed to their rolls as predator and prey; master and pet; and as an individual and his or her property. A macro entered in his kitchen, he was an enormous and beefy heavily muscled grey bull. This bull was looking to be in his twenties and his exaggeratedly massive muscles rippled with each of his movement. He sat on a chair in front of a table and started to toy with a wiggling tiny form held between two of his humongous fingers. That form was a grey furred anthropomorphic cheetah, slim and muscular and visibly older than the bull. The young bull was visibly delighted by his improvised tiny plaything and took great pleasure to rub the sole of the feet of the cheetah with the tip of one of his enormous fingers. The cheetah wiggled and squirmed, unable to escape from the tight grip of the bull's fingers. "Please... let me go," the cheetah pleaded, his tiny voice barely audible to the giant bull. The bull chuckled darkly. "Why would I let such a cute little thing like you go?" he asked, bringing the tiny cheetah up to his face. He grinned as he saw the fear in the micro's eyes. "You're much more fun to play with than any toy I could buy." The cheetah squirmed again, trying desperately to get free from the bull's grasp. But it was no use. He was too small and too weak to do any damage to the much larger bull. The bull continued to toy with the cheetah for a few more minutes before finally getting bored and putting the tiny creature on the table. The cheetah stayed on the table, trembling and scared, while the bull walked away to attend to other things. This was the life of a micro in the world of macros. A life of constant fear and danger, where their only purpose was to be a plaything or a meal for their giant masters. The next day the bull went to college and he brought the cheetah in a little cage he put in his backpack. The giant bull was studying the feline anatomy and their suppleness in particular. The section of the college building he went was specialized in scientific studies about micro predators and had a whole wings dedicated to keeping and husbandry of several specimens, a true collection of several micros were kept in cages and the bull could have access to several living feline specimen for his studies. The cheetah was his own possession though, as he was a rare specimen of Acinonyx pardinensis he collected during an expedition in a mountain range. In one of the labs of the college he placed the cheetah immobilized on the mat of a science bench. Several rubber tipped pincers were holding the micro in a position displaying his natural feline suppleness. At his side were a male lion, more muscular but visibly not as supple. He was immobilized the same way that te cheetah and the bull was comparing there anatomy and abilities, examining them closely with a magnifying glass and using a rubber tipped tweezers to prob and delicately move their comparatively tiny limbs. The micros twitched and struggled against their restraints, but the bull paid them no attention as he conducted his scientific research. He took notes in a notebook as he studied their physical features, making comparisons and notes on the differences between the two species. As the bull continued his studies, the micros could only hope for some fleeting moment of freedom, some chance to escape their captivity and live free from the ever-present danger of the macro world. But for most, that freedom would never come, and they would be left to live out their days as pets and playthings for their giant masters. After returning the lion in his cage, and responding at his angry growling for having been treated this way with a gentle caress on his belly, the bull returned home. He put the cage on the coffee table of his living room in front of his couch and sit onto. He removed his t-shirt revealing his humongous and meaty muscles. Then he opened the cage to let the cheetah the opportunity to move out and stretch his legs on the comparatively vast surface of the table. The cheetah tentatively moved out of the cage, his small form still trembling slightly from the stress of his examination at the college. But when he saw his owner, the younger bull, on the couch, his fear faded away, and he walked over to the giant student, his tiny feet padding softly on the table. The bull smiled down at his pet, reaching out to scratch behind his ears. "You did good today, little one," he said. "I know it was scary, but you were so brave." The bull reclined and placed the cheetah on his enormous and beefy pecs. The bull was feeling a bit exhausted after this day. "I thrust you. Don't try to run away, remember the last time with the scorpion." The cheetah didn't like to be lectured by a young one who was around half his own age, but the bull was right about the risks of the surrounding. The cheetah settled onto the bull's pecs, the gentle rise and fall of his massive chest lulling him into a sense of peace and security. He remembered all too well the last time he had tried to run away. The world was a dangerous place for a micro, and without the protection of his giant owner, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance. But being a pet had its own dangers and difficulties, too. The bull could be playful at times, but there were also moments when he was demanding, and the cheetah had to do what his owner wanted or face punishment. Still, as he lay there on the bull's chest, feeling the warmth of the giant's skin and the gentle rhythm of his breathing, the cheetah felt content. For now, at least, he was safe and cared for, and that was enough. That night as the bull was laying on his wide back on his couch with his cheetah on his pecs as he got into the habit to do so, but he fell asleep some moments later. The cheetah decided to explore his humongous muscular body. After all this bull didn't waste time to do the same with him many time from the moment he captured him. The cheetah carefully made his way down the bull's chest, his small paws silently padding on the giant's skin. He had always been fascinated by his owner's massive muscles, and he wanted to explore every inch of them. As he moved down the bull's body, he felt the rippling muscles shift and move beneath his feet. He couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size and power of the giant bull. He had never seen a macro of such size and strength before, and it was both awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time. But the cheetah was determined to explore, and he continued to make his way down the bull's body, running his tiny paws over the giant's bulging biceps and massive abs. But eventually, exhaustion overtook the small feline, and he curled up on the bull's stomach, feeling safe and secure in the knowledge that his owner was there to protect him. Next day, the father of the bull, a macro anthropomorphic white bull as large than his grey furred son and with a massive musclegut came to visit his son. He is a bit older than the cheetah and both of them had known the world before the rise of the macros. The father seized the cheetah between his humongous callous fingers to examine him as he didn't see a feline from a long time. And after a while both the cheetah and the bull started to chat about the bygone world. The cheetah was initially frightened of the giant white bull, but as their conversation progressed, he realized that the older bull was just as nostalgic about the past world as he was. They reminisced about how different things were before macros became the dominant species and how the world seemed so much simpler back then. The cheetah told stories of his own past, of how he used to be an athlete in a much different world, where animals like him could be the fastest and the fiercest. The older bull shared his own experiences, describing how life was in his days as a farmer before the macros came. As they talked, it became clear that both the old bull and the cheetah missed the world before the rise of the macros, but they also acknowledged that things had changed and that they had to adapt to survive in this new world. The old bull spoke of the successes and failures he had experienced as a farmer since the macros' arrival, while the cheetah spoke of finding unexpected companionship and safety in the company of his young bull captor. The grey bull, listening to the conversation, realized that the world he grew up in had been entirely different from that of his father and the cheetah. While he didn't fully understand their longing for the past, he appreciated the wisdom they had to offer and was grateful to be able to learn from both of them. For the older white bull and the grey bull, the conversation was a reminder that they might be masters of their world, but there was still much to learn from the smaller creatures they shared it with. And for the cheetah, it was a reminder that even in a world so dangerous for someone like him, there were still moments of happiness and connection to be found. The father told how his growth into a macro bull of colossal proportions made him involuntarily destroy several buildings and vehicles of the ancient world. His son listened as he was born after the rise of the macros he was already a colossus in a world of giants and was quite impressed to see the cheetah he owned was old enough to have really seen the stories his own father already told him. The cheetah listened intently as the father bull shared his stories of destruction, recalling the sheer chaos that accompanied his transformation into a giant. As the father described the extent of the damage he had caused, the younger bull's eyes grew wide with horror and fascination. The bull preferred to let the anthro feline at his father's home to allow him to rest as he had lot of works to finish at the college before. The father and son chatted briefly about the expedition and how it went before he took the cage of the cheetah in his massive hand and moved inside his vast home after watching his son going in direction of the college. The humongous huge horned head of the white bull loomed at the other side of the cage as he looked at the cheetah. "I'm happy to see you kept your word and you chose to stay with my son. I was not sure you would. I know how much tantalizing it must has been for you to flee in the mountains." The cheetah listened at the bull still impressed by his presence. "You're a good cat." He continued. "I have some things for you." He moved to his living room and put the cage on a table before moving to a sideboard scaled to his immense size. TheTh cheetah watched in silence, the grey bull was already looking very impressive being taller an wider than most of the big buildings of the world before the rise of the macros, but being as tall and at least as heavily muscled but with his musclegut his father was looking more imposing. The cheetah imagined the vision it must have been to watch him walking among the tinier building the day of the rise. The cheetah saw the elder bull had a collection of vehicles from the time before the rise of the macros on a shelf. There were several cars, including some sport carts and a police one, there were also a helicopter and a yacht boat. When the cheetah asked him how they came in his possession he explained he collected them during the years after the rise. The yacht was found several years after with his son when he was in his teens, it was the property of an ancient lion CEO, he passed these years in sea to escape the macro till his boat ran out of fuel and drifted close o the coast. He added that lion was the first feline his son captured and was probably the reason of his interest for them. His son kept the lion some time to play with but they eventually offered him at the college as he got hurt during one of the game of the young bull who didn't controlled his strength as perfectly than today. The keepers of the micro predators studies wing took care of him and he recovered, he had now several cubs with some other captive lioness and his son used them in his studies. The cheetah thought the lion the young bull used in his comparative study must have been one of them. Them the bull took the cheetah in his hand and stood up and walked in front of the shelf. He made the cheetah perch on one of his massive shoulders and he seized the police car and one of the sport ones in each of his massive hand. The cheetah could see the colossus was displaying almost as much delicacy when he manipulated him to seize these vehicles. He walked in front of the table and put both cars on its top. He then put the cheetah at their sides. "There are still some gaz in these ones. You can give it a shot, it's been a long time a didn't saw one of them running." He said. "Just be careful to not fall from the table." He added while lowering one of is massive hands all fingers stretched out in front the rim of the table the closest of the cars."

USER: Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn't always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro herbivorous furries that delighted in hunted down and swallowing their smaller cousins whole. This, however, was all before the rise of the macros. As you can imagine, there was a great deal of confusion when one day regular herbivorous furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size. At first, there seemed to be at least some form of cooperation between the two groups as they tried to repair the damage that had been done. However, the giant herbivores soon started to give up on the idea that the two groups could ever be considered equal. This was largely due to the fact that an average adult-sized micro was only about an inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's hooves without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micro predators's live's were thought of by most giants as entirely insignificant. Micros were snatched up from their homes and devoured, not because they were the only source of food for the macros or even remotely as filling as some of the macro's other options, but simply because they were powerless to stop them. Even if the macros weren't hungry, they would still find other cruel and unusual things to do with the micros to keep themselves busy. Some micros gathered together and fled to remote locations away from most of the dangers that they faced. This didn't protect them from everything however. No matter where they went, there was always something big that had it's eye on them. Even if there were no macrofurries around, micros found themselves being eaten alive by the animals that had grown on that day as well. It was a dangerous new world if you were a micro. Macros had destroyed almost entirely all civilization as it was known before they had emerged, creating a new world order in the process where micros found themselves close to the bottom of the food chain. The average micro at that stage was lucky to live to see the age of thirty. Several years passed after the rise of the macros, and for the micros, things only became worse. Macros on the other hand had used that time to build the beginnings of fully macro-sized towns and cities where they could live normal lives again. Things started to look almost identical to how they had appeared before. If you had gone to sleep as a micro herbivore back then, and woken up as a macro today, you would notice very little difference at all other than what you ate. Selling micros as food had become a very profitable business venture. Macros ordered micro platters at restaurants and took their time throwing the little ones into their mouths and crunching down on them. The giants could order anything from stir fried micros to ordinary live micros, which was most common. Another profitable venture was selling micros in packs as aphrodisiacs or masturbation enhancers. For most macros, the sensation of a dozen little bodies squirming against their loins was well worth the effort of going out and finding their own micros or buying packs from the store. Most macros bought pre-packed micros to avoid the hassle of having to collect their own. The companies that sold these packs, along with other things, did all of the prep work before hand including removing the micros clothes which made things a whole lot easier for the horny giants. As years went by, this relationship between macros and micros continued to exist. The macro's population increased substantially and so did the micro's despite their circumstances. Both groups became accustomed to their rolls as predator and prey; master and pet; and as an individual and his or her property. A macro entered in his kitchen, he was an enormous and beefy heavily muscled grey bull. This bull was looking to be in his twenties and his exaggeratedly massive muscles rippled with each of his movement. He sat on a chair in front of a table and started to toy with a wiggling tiny form held between two of his humongous fingers. That form was a grey furred anthropomorphic cheetah, slim and muscular and visibly older than the bull. The young bull was visibly delighted by his improvised tiny plaything and took great pleasure to rub the sole of the feet of the cheetah with the tip of one of his enormous fingers. The cheetah wiggled and squirmed, unable to escape from the tight grip of the bull's fingers. "Please... let me go," the cheetah pleaded, his tiny voice barely audible to the giant bull. The bull chuckled darkly. "Why would I let such a cute little thing like you go?" he asked, bringing the tiny cheetah up to his face. He grinned as he saw the fear in the micro's eyes. "You're much more fun to play with than any toy I could buy." The cheetah squirmed again, trying desperately to get free from the bull's grasp. But it was no use. He was too small and too weak to do any damage to the much larger bull. The bull continued to toy with the cheetah for a few more minutes before finally getting bored and putting the tiny creature on the table. The cheetah stayed on the table, trembling and scared, while the bull walked away to attend to other things. This was the life of a micro in the world of macros. A life of constant fear and danger, where their only purpose was to be a plaything or a meal for their giant masters. The next day the bull went to college and he brought the cheetah in a little cage he put in his backpack. The giant bull was studying the feline anatomy and their suppleness in particular. The section of the college building he went was specialized in scientific studies about micro predators and had a whole wings dedicated to keeping and husbandry of several specimens, a true collection of several micros were kept in cages and the bull could have access to several living feline specimen for his studies. The cheetah was his own possession though, as he was a rare specimen of Acinonyx pardinensis he collected during an expedition in a mountain range. In one of the labs of the college he placed the cheetah immobilized on the mat of a science bench. Several rubber tipped pincers were holding the micro in a position displaying his natural feline suppleness. At his side were a male lion, more muscular but visibly not as supple. He was immobilized the same way that te cheetah and the bull was comparing there anatomy and abilities, examining them closely with a magnifying glass and using a rubber tipped tweezers to prob and delicately move their comparatively tiny limbs. The micros twitched and struggled against their restraints, but the bull paid them no attention as he conducted his scientific research. He took notes in a notebook as he studied their physical features, making comparisons and notes on the differences between the two species. As the bull continued his studies, the micros could only hope for some fleeting moment of freedom, some chance to escape their captivity and live free from the ever-present danger of the macro world. But for most, that freedom would never come, and they would be left to live out their days as pets and playthings for their giant masters. After returning the lion in his cage, and responding at his angry growling for having been treated this way with a gentle caress on his belly, the bull returned home. He put the cage on the coffee table of his living room in front of his couch and sit onto. He removed his t-shirt revealing his humongous and meaty muscles. Then he opened the cage to let the cheetah the opportunity to move out and stretch his legs on the comparatively vast surface of the table. The cheetah tentatively moved out of the cage, his small form still trembling slightly from the stress of his examination at the college. But when he saw his owner, the younger bull, on the couch, his fear faded away, and he walked over to the giant student, his tiny feet padding softly on the table. The bull smiled down at his pet, reaching out to scratch behind his ears. "You did good today, little one," he said. "I know it was scary, but you were so brave." The bull reclined and placed the cheetah on his enormous and beefy pecs. The bull was feeling a bit exhausted after this day. "I thrust you. Don't try to run away, remember the last time with the scorpion." The cheetah didn't like to be lectured by a young one who was around half his own age, but the bull was right about the risks of the surrounding. The cheetah settled onto the bull's pecs, the gentle rise and fall of his massive chest lulling him into a sense of peace and security. He remembered all too well the last time he had tried to run away. The world was a dangerous place for a micro, and without the protection of his giant owner, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance. But being a pet had its own dangers and difficulties, too. The bull could be playful at times, but there were also moments when he was demanding, and the cheetah had to do what his owner wanted or face punishment. Still, as he lay there on the bull's chest, feeling the warmth of the giant's skin and the gentle rhythm of his breathing, the cheetah felt content. For now, at least, he was safe and cared for, and that was enough. That night as the bull was laying on his wide back on his couch with his cheetah on his pecs as he got into the habit to do so, but he fell asleep some moments later. The cheetah decided to explore his humongous muscular body. After all this bull didn't waste time to do the same with him many time from the moment he captured him. The cheetah carefully made his way down the bull's chest, his small paws silently padding on the giant's skin. He had always been fascinated by his owner's massive muscles, and he wanted to explore every inch of them. As he moved down the bull's body, he felt the rippling muscles shift and move beneath his feet. He couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size and power of the giant bull. He had never seen a macro of such size and strength before, and it was both awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time. But the cheetah was determined to explore, and he continued to make his way down the bull's body, running his tiny paws over the giant's bulging biceps and massive abs. But eventually, exhaustion overtook the small feline, and he curled up on the bull's stomach, feeling safe and secure in the knowledge that his owner was there to protect him. Next day, the father of the bull, a macro anthropomorphic white bull as large than his grey furred son and with a massive musclegut came to visit his son. He is a bit older than the cheetah and both of them had known the world before the rise of the macros. The father seized the cheetah between his humongous callous fingers to examine him as he didn't see a feline from a long time. And after a while both the cheetah and the bull started to chat about the bygone world. The cheetah was initially frightened of the giant white bull, but as their conversation progressed, he realized that the older bull was just as nostalgic about the past world as he was. They reminisced about how different things were before macros became the dominant species and how the world seemed so much simpler back then. The cheetah told stories of his own past, of how he used to be an athlete in a much different world, where animals like him could be the fastest and the fiercest. The older bull shared his own experiences, describing how life was in his days as a farmer before the macros came. As they talked, it became clear that both the old bull and the cheetah missed the world before the rise of the macros, but they also acknowledged that things had changed and that they had to adapt to survive in this new world. The old bull spoke of the successes and failures he had experienced as a farmer since the macros' arrival, while the cheetah spoke of finding unexpected companionship and safety in the company of his young bull captor. The grey bull, listening to the conversation, realized that the world he grew up in had been entirely different from that of his father and the cheetah. While he didn't fully understand their longing for the past, he appreciated the wisdom they had to offer and was grateful to be able to learn from both of them. For the older white bull and the grey bull, the conversation was a reminder that they might be masters of their world, but there was still much to learn from the smaller creatures they shared it with. And for the cheetah, it was a reminder that even in a world so dangerous for someone like him, there were still moments of happiness and connection to be found. The father told how his growth into a macro bull of colossal proportions made him involuntarily destroy several buildings and vehicles of the ancient world. His son listened as he was born after the rise of the macros he was already a colossus in a world of giants and was quite impressed to see the cheetah he owned was old enough to have really seen the stories his own father already told him. The cheetah listened intently as the father bull shared his stories of destruction, recalling the sheer chaos that accompanied his transformation into a giant. As the father described the extent of the damage he had caused, the younger bull's eyes grew wide with horror and fascination. The bull preferred to let the anthro feline at his father's home to allow him to rest as he had lot of works to finish at the college before. The father and son chatted briefly about the expedition and how it went before he took the cage of the cheetah in his massive hand and moved inside his vast home after watching his son going in direction of the college. The humongous huge horned head of the white bull loomed at the other side of the cage as he looked at the cheetah. "I'm happy to see you kept your word and you chose to stay with my son. I was not sure you would. I know how much tantalizing it must has been for you to flee in the mountains." The cheetah listened at the bull still impressed by his presence. "You're a good cat." He continued. "I have some things for you." He moved to his living room and put the cage on a table before moving to a sideboard scaled to his immense size. Th cheetah watched in silence, the grey bull was already looking very impressive being taller an wider than most of the big buildings of the world before the rise of the macros, but being as tall and at least as heavily muscled but with his musclegut his father was looking more imposing. The cheetah imagined the vision it must have been to watch him walking among the tinier building the day of the rise. The cheetah saw the elder bull had a collection of vehicles from the time before the rise of the macros on a shelf. There were several cars, including some sport carts and a police one, there were also a helicopter and a yacht boat. When the cheetah asked him how they came in his possession he explained he collected them during the years after the rise. The yacht was found several years after with his son when he was in his teens, it was the property of an ancient lion CEO, he passed these years in sea to escape the macro till his boat ran out of fuel and drifted close o the coast. He added that lion was the first feline his son captured and was probably the reason of his interest for them. His son kept the lion some time to play with but they eventually offered him at the college as he got hurt during one of the game of the young bull who didn't controlled his strength as perfectly than today. The keepers of the micro predators studies wing took care of him and he recovered, he had now several cubs with some other captive lioness and his son used them in his studies. The cheetah thought the lion the young bull used in his comparative study must have been one of them. Them the bull took the cheetah in his hand and stood up and walked in front of the shelf. He made the cheetah perch on one of his massive shoulders and he seized the police car and one of the sport ones in each of his massive hand. The cheetah could see the colossus was displaying almost as much delicacy when he manipulated him to seize these vehicles. He walked in front of the table and put both cars on its top. He then put the cheetah at their sides. "There are still some gaz in these ones. You can give it a shot, it's been a long time a didn't saw one of them running." He said. "Just be careful to not fall from the table." He added while lowering one of is massive hands all fingers stretched out in front the rim of the table the closest of the cars."

USER: Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn't always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro herbivorous furries that delighted in hunted down and swallowing their smaller cousins whole. This, however, was all before the rise of the macros. As you can imagine, there was a great deal of confusion when one day regular herbivorous furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size. At first, there seemed to be at least some form of cooperation between the two groups as they tried to repair the damage that had been done. However, the giant herbivores soon started to give up on the idea that the two groups could ever be considered equal. This was largely due to the fact that an average adult-sized micro was only about an inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's hooves without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micro predators's live's were thought of by most giants as entirely insignificant. Micros were snatched up from their homes and devoured, not because they were the only source of food for the macros or even remotely as filling as some of the macro's other options, but simply because they were powerless to stop them. Even if the macros weren't hungry, they would still find other cruel and unusual things to do with the micros to keep themselves busy. Some micros gathered together and fled to remote locations away from most of the dangers that they faced. This didn't protect them from everything however. No matter where they went, there was always something big that had it's eye on them. Even if there were no macrofurries around, micros found themselves being eaten alive by the animals that had grown on that day as well. It was a dangerous new world if you were a micro. Macros had destroyed almost entirely all civilization as it was known before they had emerged, creating a new world order in the process where micros found themselves close to the bottom of the food chain. The average micro at that stage was lucky to live to see the age of thirty. Several years passed after the rise of the macros, and for the micros, things only became worse. Macros on the other hand had used that time to build the beginnings of fully macro-sized towns and cities where they could live normal lives again. Things started to look almost identical to how they had appeared before. If you had gone to sleep as a micro herbivore back then, and woken up as a macro today, you would notice very little difference at all other than what you ate. Selling micros as food had become a very profitable business venture. Macros ordered micro platters at restaurants and took their time throwing the little ones into their mouths and crunching down on them. The giants could order anything from stir fried micros to ordinary live micros, which was most common. Another profitable venture was selling micros in packs as aphrodisiacs or masturbation enhancers. For most macros, the sensation of a dozen little bodies squirming against their loins was well worth the effort of going out and finding their own micros or buying packs from the store. Most macros bought pre-packed micros to avoid the hassle of having to collect their own. The companies that sold these packs, along with other things, did all of the prep work before hand including removing the micros clothes which made things a whole lot easier for the horny giants. As years went by, this relationship between macros and micros continued to exist. The macro's population increased substantially and so did the micro's despite their circumstances. Both groups became accustomed to their rolls as predator and prey; master and pet; and as an individual and his or her property. Lance was an anthropomorphic jaguar, so he was a micro. He was rather muscular, his big muscles rippling under his short fur with each of his movements. He was also quite intelligent, but perhaps not as much as he thought to be. He despised the ther micros who chose to live as far possible from the towering macros and their cities. He was living in their gigantic house, hidding under their building seized pieces of furniture of in the holes in their walls. He didn't know for the people of before the rise of the macros his way of life would have been like the one of a mouse or a cockroach. But he was finding the abundance of food and other comodities easily found in the macros dwellings were largely worth the risks incurred. From some months he was living in the house of a massive anthro draft horse. He passed the winter season in the warmth of the home of the humongous macro and pinched pieces of food and other items without being noticed by the colossal stallion. Lance was not understanding why the other micros didn't lived as he did, he was finding this so easy. With their size and weight the giants were easy to see and hear when they were approaching, and he was so small in comparison he could hide with ease. But what he didn't know was the fact the draft horse noticed the presence of the micro, he never saw him from his eyes but did notice something was dipping into his supplies. And he settled several micro trap. And despite his self impression, Lance was not as cunning he thought to be. And one morning, soon after he woke up, the macro horse smirked when he saw one of his trap had worked and a tiny form was struggling in the small transparent box that automatically closed on the micro jaguar.

USER: Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn't always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro herbivorous furries that delighted in hunted down and swallowing their smaller cousins whole. This, however, was all before the rise of the macros. As you can imagine, there was a great deal of confusion when one day regular herbivorous furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size. At first, there seemed to be at least some form of cooperation between the two groups as they tried to repair the damage that had been done. However, the giant herbivores soon started to give up on the idea that the two groups could ever be considered equal. This was largely due to the fact that an average adult-sized micro was only about an inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's hooves without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micro predators's live's were thought of by most giants as entirely insignificant. Micros were snatched up from their homes and devoured, not because they were the only source of food for the macros or even remotely as filling as some of the macro's other options, but simply because they were powerless to stop them. Even if the macros weren't hungry, they would still find other cruel and unusual things to do with the micros to keep themselves busy. Some micros gathered together and fled to remote locations away from most of the dangers that they faced. This didn't protect them from everything however. No matter where they went, there was always something big that had it's eye on them. Even if there were no macrofurries around, micros found themselves being eaten alive by the animals that had grown on that day as well. It was a dangerous new world if you were a micro. Macros had destroyed almost entirely all civilization as it was known before they had emerged, creating a new world order in the process where micros found themselves close to the bottom of the food chain. The average micro at that stage was lucky to live to see the age of thirty. Several years passed after the rise of the macros, and for the micros, things only became worse. Macros on the other hand had used that time to build the beginnings of fully macro-sized towns and cities where they could live normal lives again. Things started to look almost identical to how they had appeared before. If you had gone to sleep as a micro herbivore back then, and woken up as a macro today, you would notice very little difference at all other than what you ate. Selling micros as food had become a very profitable business venture. Macros ordered micro platters at restaurants and took their time throwing the little ones into their mouths and crunching down on them. The giants could order anything from stir fried micros to ordinary live micros, which was most common. Another profitable venture was selling micros in packs as aphrodisiacs or masturbation enhancers. For most macros, the sensation of a dozen little bodies squirming against their loins was well worth the effort of going out and finding their own micros or buying packs from the store. Most macros bought pre-packed micros to avoid the hassle of having to collect their own. The companies that sold these packs, along with other things, did all of the prep work before hand including removing the micros clothes which made things a whole lot easier for the horny giants. As years went by, this relationship between macros and micros continued to exist. The macro's population increased substantially and so did the micro's despite their circumstances. Both groups became accustomed to their rolls as predator and prey; master and pet; and as an individual and his or her property. LanceAlan was an anthropomorphic jaguar,lion, so he was a micro. He was rather muscular, his big muscles rippling under his short fur with each of his movements. He was also quite intelligent, but perhaps not as much as he thought to be. He despised the ther micros who chose to live as far possible from the towering macros and their cities. He was living in their gigantic house, hidding under their building seized pieces of furniture of in the holes in their walls. He didn't know for the people of before the rise of the macros his way of life would have been like the one of a mouse or a cockroach. But he was finding the abundance of food and other comodities easily found in the macros dwellings were largely worth the risks incurred. From some months he was living in the house of a massive male anthro draft horse.gazelle. He passed the winter season in the warmth of the home of the humongous macro and pinched pieces of food and other items without being noticed by the colossal stallion. Lanceherbivore. Alan was not understanding why the other micros didn't lived as he did, he was finding this so easy. With their size and weight the giants were easy to see and hear when they were approaching, and he was so small in comparison he could hide with ease. But what he didn't know was the fact the draft horsegazelle noticed the presence of the micro, he never saw him from his eyes but did notice something was dipping into his supplies. And he settled several micro trap. And despite his self impression, LanceAlan was not as cunning he thought to be. And one morning, soon after he woke up, the macro horsegazelle smirked when he saw one of his trap had worked and a tiny form was struggling in the small transparent box that automatically closed on the micro jaguar.lion.

USER: Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn't always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro herbivorous furries that delighted in hunted down and swallowing their smaller cousins whole. This, however, was all before the rise of the macros. As you can imagine, there was a great deal of confusion when one day regular herbivorous furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size. At first, there seemed to be at least some form of cooperation between the two groups as they tried to repair the damage that had been done. However, the giant herbivores soon started to give up on the idea that the two groups could ever be considered equal. This was largely due to the fact that an average adult-sized micro was only about an inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's hooves without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micro predators's live's were thought of by most giants as entirely insignificant. Micros were snatched up from their homes and devoured, not because they were the only source of food for the macros or even remotely as filling as some of the macro's other options, but simply because they were powerless to stop them. Even if the macros weren't hungry, they would still find other cruel and unusual things to do with the micros to keep themselves busy. Some micros gathered together and fled to remote locations away from most of the dangers that they faced. This didn't protect them from everything however. No matter where they went, there was always something big that had it's eye on them. Even if there were no macrofurries around, micros found themselves being eaten alive by the animals that had grown on that day as well. It was a dangerous new world if you were a micro. Macros had destroyed almost entirely all civilization as it was known before they had emerged, creating a new world order in the process where micros found themselves close to the bottom of the food chain. The average micro at that stage was lucky to live to see the age of thirty. Several years passed after the rise of the macros, and for the micros, things only became worse. Macros on the other hand had used that time to build the beginnings of fully macro-sized towns and cities where they could live normal lives again. Things started to look almost identical to how they had appeared before. If you had gone to sleep as a micro herbivore back then, and woken up as a macro today, you would notice very little difference at all other than what you ate. Selling micros as food had become a very profitable business venture. Macros ordered micro platters at restaurants and took their time throwing the little ones into their mouths and crunching down on them. The giants could order anything from stir fried micros to ordinary live micros, which was most common. Another profitable venture was selling micros in packs as aphrodisiacs or masturbation enhancers. For most macros, the sensation of a dozen little bodies squirming against their loins was well worth the effort of going out and finding their own micros or buying packs from the store. Most macros bought pre-packed micros to avoid the hassle of having to collect their own. The companies that sold these packs, along with other things, did all of the prep work before hand including removing the micros clothes which made things a whole lot easier for the horny giants. As years went by, this relationship between macros and micros continued to exist. The macro's population increased substantially and so did the micro's despite their circumstances. Both groups became accustomed to their rolls as predator and prey; master and pet; and as an individual and his or her property. AlanLance was an anthropomorphic lion,jaguar, so he was a micro. He was rather muscular, his big muscles rippling under his short fur with each of his movements. He was also quite intelligent, but perhaps not as much as he thought to be. He despised the ther micros who chose to live as far possible from the towering macros and their cities. He was living in their gigantic house, hiddinghiding under their building seized pieces of furniture of in the holes in their walls. He didn't know for the people of before the rise of the macros his way of life would have been like the one of a mouse or a cockroach. But he was finding the abundance of food and other comoditiescommodities easily found in the macros dwellings were largely worth the risks incurred. From some months he was living in the house of a massive male anthro gazelle.draft horse. He passed the winter season in the warmth of the home of the humongous macro and pinched pieces of food and other items without being noticed by the colossal herbivore. Alanstallion. Lance was not understanding why the other micros didn't lived as he did, he was finding this so easy. With their size and weight the giants were easy to see and hear when they were approaching, and he was so small in comparison he could hide with ease. But what he didn't know was the fact the gazelledraft horse noticed the presence of the micro, he never saw him from his eyes but did notice something was dipping into his supplies. And he settled several micro trap. And despite his self impression, AlanLance was not as cunning he thought to be. And one morning, soon after he woke up, the macro gazellehorse smirked when he saw one of his trap had worked and a tiny form was struggling in the small transparent box that automatically closed on the micro lion.jaguar.

USER: Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn't always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro herbivorous furries that delighted in hunted down and swallowing their smaller cousins whole. This, however, was all before the rise of the macros. As you can imagine, there was a great deal of confusion when one day regular herbivorous furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size. At first, there seemed to be at least some form of cooperation between the two groups as they tried to repair the damage that had been done. However, the giant herbivores soon started to give up on the idea that the two groups could ever be considered equal. This was largely due to the fact that an average adult-sized micro was only about an inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro's hooves without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives. By this point, micro predators's live's were thought of by most giants as entirely insignificant. Micros were snatched up from their homes and devoured, not because they were the only source of food for the macros or even remotely as filling as some of the macro's other options, but simply because they were powerless to stop them. Even if the macros weren't hungry, they would still find other cruel and unusual things to do with the micros to keep themselves busy. Some micros gathered together and fled to remote locations away from most of the dangers that they faced. This didn't protect them from everything however. No matter where they went, there was always something big that had it's eye on them. Even if there were no macrofurries around, micros found themselves being eaten alive by the animals that had grown on that day as well. It was a dangerous new world if you were a micro. Macros had destroyed almost entirely all civilization as it was known before they had emerged, creating a new world order in the process where micros found themselves close to the bottom of the food chain. The average micro at that stage was lucky to live to see the age of thirty. Several years passed after the rise of the macros, and for the micros, things only became worse. Macros on the other hand had used that time to build the beginnings of fully macro-sized towns and cities where they could live normal lives again. Things started to look almost identical to how they had appeared before. If you had gone to sleep as a micro herbivore back then, and woken up as a macro today, you would notice very little difference at all other than what you ate. Selling micros as food had become a very profitable business venture. Macros ordered micro platters at restaurants and took their time throwing the little ones into their mouths and crunching down on them. The giants could order anything from stir fried micros to ordinary live micros, which was most common. Another profitable venture was selling micros in packs as aphrodisiacs or masturbation enhancers. For most macros, the sensation of a dozen little bodies squirming against their loins was well worth the effort of going out and finding their own micros or buying packs from the store. Most macros bought pre-packed micros to avoid the hassle of having to collect their own. The companies that sold these packs, along with other things, did all of the prep work before hand including removing the micros clothes which made things a whole lot easier for the horny giants. As years went by, this relationship between macros and micros continued to exist. The macro's population increased substantially and so did the micro's despite their circumstances. Both groups became accustomed to their rolls as predator and prey; master and pet; and as an individual and his or her property. LanceAlan was an anthropomorphic jaguar,lion, so he was a micro. He was rather muscular, his big muscles rippling under his short fur with each of his movements. He was also quite intelligent, but perhaps not as much as he thought to be. He despised the ther micros who chose to live as far possible from the towering macros and their cities. He was living in their gigantic house, hidinghidding under their building seized pieces of furniture of in the holes in their walls. He didn't know for the people of before the rise of the macros his way of life would have been like the one of a mouse or a cockroach. But he was finding the abundance of food and other commoditiescomodities easily found in the macros dwellings were largely worth the risks incurred. From some months he was living in the house of a massive male anthro draft horse.gazelle. He passed the winter season in the warmth of the home of the humongous macro and pinched pieces of food and other items without being noticed by the colossal stallion. Lanceherbivore. Alan was not understanding why the other micros didn't lived as he did, he was finding this so easy. With their size and weight the giants were easy to see and hear when they were approaching, and he was so small in comparison he could hide with ease. But what he didn't know was the fact the draft horsegazelle noticed the presence of the micro, he never saw him from his eyes but did notice something was dipping into his supplies. And he settled several micro trap. And despite his self impression, LanceAlan was not as cunning he thought to be. And one morning, soon after he woke up, the macro horsegazelle smirked when he saw one of his trap had worked and a tiny form was struggling in the small transparent box that automatically closed on the micro jaguar.lion.