Attending the same party as a certain collared lizard was a femboyish border collie named Jalen. He partied deep into the night, but was somehow full of energy the next morning as he walked the streets of London.
Jalen bopped to his music at full blast, his headphones completely blocking out the world around him. The party doesn’t have to stop if you’ve got the party in your ears, after all.
The border collie was so caught up in his music that he didn’t notice, for example, the panicked crowds of people running past him. Or the news alerts on every screen in the city. Or the thousand-foot tall lizard pleasuring himself less than a mile away.
The only thing that seemed to seep through and get Jalen’s attention was the reptile’s musk. Even though his ears were occupied, he still had his canine sense of smell. His nose twitched. Was that him? No, he’d taken a shower after the party. Must be something else. Cities sometimes smell funky.
But then something happened that Jalen could not tune out: A sudden, violent, growth spurt, bringing the border collie from around 6 feet tall to around 600 feet tall in a matter of moments.
Inexplicably, his headphones, clothes and red Converse shoes grew with him. Jalen was stunned by the abrupt increase in size, but the beats flowing through his body didn’t stop, and the smile on his muzzle widened as he realized how big his personal party had gotten.
The border collie danced down the street with renewed enthusiasm, oblivious to the tiny furs desperately trying to avoid getting pounded into the pavement by his forceful steps. His tail slammed into buildings on either side of the street as it eagerly wagged, causing significant damage while barely registering in Jalen’s mind.
He danced through the streets without a destination, crossing city blocks in seconds, leaving trails of flattened vehicles and enormous shoeprints in his wake. The canine only came to a stop as he approached the River Thames, which he noticed had overflowed its banks.
More interesting to him, however, was the Ferris wheel he found directly underneath him: the London Eye, a popular tourist attraction that was currently getting quite the view of the femboy’s undercarriage.
Jalen knelt down, his legs on either side of the Eye, letting the crotch of his denim shorts brush against it. Something crunched under his knees as they touched the ground, not that the dog minded. He carefully plucked the first capsule from the top of the wheel, holding it up to his face. The ten or so tourists inside could see the eager glint in his eyes and knew that it couldn’t spell good news for them.
They were correct. Jalen pried open the doors of the car, pulled his waistband open and shook the capsule until every tiny fur had fallen out. Some fell into his shorts, soon to be compressed against his balls and thighs, but most fell on or into his sheath, producing such a pleasant feeling as they rubbed against his junk.
By the time he’d finished unloading the first car, another capsule had reached the wheel’s apex. Jalen repeated the process, happily pouring the treats into his pants. What the border collie didn’t realize was that he’d crushed the operating controls as he’d knelt down, meaning there was no way for the Ferris wheel to stop… and meaning every person in each of the 32 capsules was doomed to end up in the canine’s shorts.
The wheel spun slowly, so it took about half an hour for Jalen to collect every car, but he didn’t mind — that just meant more time to enjoy the feeling of all those tinies squirming against his sheath. Finally, the last micro fell in, and he snapped his waistband shut.
“Now we can really get this party started!” Jalen said, indulging himself with a few long gropes of his crotch, squishing the dozens of tiny furs inside against his genitals. “Can you feel the love, little guys?”
The border collie stood back up, nimbly leapt over the river and continued dancing his way through London without a care in the world.
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