Better Homes and Garden Gnomes
By Bishiebunny
 
 
"So, what do you think?" The golden shih tzu squeaked, pink blossoming brightly on both cheeks. One foot extended, she spread what might have otherwise been adorable toes through a sheer, near-transparent gloss of nylon. Her stocking-clad sole dominated her audience's view, eclipsing the world around Foxxe and forcing all attention onto the towering pad, the nearly invisible web-work of pantyhose plainly visible from the vixen's rather unique perspective.
 
"I think I've been shrunk," whined the crimson-furred fox. She tried to edge away from the titanic toes that wiggled playfully before her. Isabelle was a delight, but she was well known as stepper-on-things, in her quirky, clumsy way. At maybe three to four inches tall, Redd currently qualified as a "thing," and she wasn't particularly interested in being stepped on, no matter how soft, shimmery, or seductive that satin-clad sole might seem.
 
"I've never really worn them before," Isabelle continued, distractedly, "they feel so much more grown-up and feminine. They were a bit of a pain to slip into, you know? And I'm afraid I'm bound to snag them somewhere, sooner or later." The grown-up, feminine pup ran painted fingernails along the fabric, delighting in the zipping sound they made as she tugged here, straightened there. "Much more professional, wouldn't you agree?"
 
"Are you listening to me? Can you even hear me up there?" Redd was past the panicky stage, or maybe it simply hadn't hit. Though she kept an eye on her assistant's graceful arches, she considered her predicament in an almost clinical way, keeping her gaze low to the ground for fear of tumbling over in a fit of vertigo.
 
She was almost entirely bare, which made sense, her clothes weren't liable to shrink with her, right? Except her glasses were still settled on her snout, and those cute open-toed heels she got from Kick's had shrunk along with her. That seemed odd, but given that her tiny form could have fit quite snugly in the ample yellow cleavage that rose like twin mountains atop the chest of her towering secretary, it hardly seemed especially important.
 
Wow, her exposed curves really were magnificent from this angle. Well, from any angle really, but from her current perspective, Isabelle's chest seemed to jiggle and sway like mammoth mountains of what had to be supple, ever so warm flesh. Luckily the puppy's eye level was far too high to notice her boss' embarrassingly stiff erection. It wasn't Redd's fault, not really. The cool air was caressing the vixen's exposed form, setting her nipples to perk, and every time her assistant moved, those shimmering thighs slipped seductively together, those curves would crash sinfully against one another an... and... well, what was a healthy, shrunken vixen to do but become uncomfortably aroused?
 
"Do you think my breasts gotten bigger?" Isabelle pondered, giving her orbs an experimental squeeze through her new, low-cut top. "I think they've gotten bigger."
 
"I think that Famous Mushroom must have been bugged!" Redd squeaked in a near panic, trying her damnedest to focus on her situation and not the increasingly tempting scene that towered above, a veritable canine goddess, displaying goods that were beyond divine.
 
"Oh that's because it wasn't a famous mushroom." Isabelle smiled, stepping closer in her stocking feet, causing the tiny vixen's world to shudder and shake, spilling the miniaturized mayor onto her relatively plump bottom. "I gave you an Infamous Mushroom, which worked just like Dr Shrunk said it would. I'm so pleased!" The puppy clapped excitedly, her eyes shutting in delight, and nearly stomping her boss in the process. Her left foot, wrapped in the satiny sheer material, settled heavily on the vixen's body, though the clumsy pup was apparently careful not to crush.
 
Redd squeaked again, this time in confused pleasure as her plump cock tented the nylon net that had encircled it, pressing pleasantly between toes the size of double G's. "W-what? Dr Shrunk? I-is that a bad joke?"
 
"Joke?" Isabelle blinked, head tilting, causing her bells to tingle, sounding like distant church bells to the mini-fox. Perplexed, the puppy thought it over for a moment, nibbling cutely on her bottom lip as she processed the data, her foot absently grinding along her boss' body. "Ooh! It's a pun! You're so witty, Mayor. I hadn't even thought about that!"
 
What seemed the softest, most-silken sole came into sudden, inescapable dominance over Redd's tiny shape. She put her hands up to fend off her assistant's foot, pressing against pads that pillowed her body in a sensual press. There was no diverting her secretary's playful paw, the pup's foot was like an incorrigible lover, embracing the vixen into the humid musk of Isabelle's stocking-clad smother.
 
The heat that built up began to overtake Redd's body, oppressed by the sheer sensations as the web-work of hosiery continued to tease and bring surprising pleasures through-out the vixen's diminutive form. Her shaft surged forward, and the little fox found herself pushing back into her assistant's insistent press, thrusting as she might with a lover, groaning softly as her excitement rose, her heartbeat rising to match. It was a lot like being Queened by a dominant Mistress, while being engulfed by another, larger lover, and getting a foot job from a third, all at the same time. The satiny-glossy material felt especially slick against her crimson form, capturing bits of moisture and Isabelle's own flavor into the fabric, and saturating the relatively gigantic pup's quivering plaything.
 
I-it honestly wasn't so bad, Redd considered, feeling her arousal start to reach a fevered pitch. Those silly mushrooms never lasted very long anyway. She'd be at her normal size any minute, probably clutching Isabelle's foot to her crotch. Her assistant had better be ready too, because after getting this revved up, the vixen was going to bend the playful pup over whatever sturdy surface would manage their weight.
 
"It's almost a shame the effects of the Infamous Mushroom are permanent." Isabelle sighed, leaning back a bit, her foot sliding down, giving her boss enough room to breath. The vixen's snout popped up, between the puppy's toes, pressed into the nylon web that spread across them.
 
"What?" Redd's eyes went wide, one hand hooking over her assistant's left-most toe, the other trying vainly to push the offending pad off of her chest. "A-and you knew? Why?"
 
The towering Tzu began chewing at her bottom lip again, looking away, a mix of embarrassment and annoyance fighting for supremacy across her features. Finally, large drops of moisture puddling at the corner of either eye and she howled, "Because you were gonna abandon us!"
 
"Buh? D-do you have any idea how many hours I've spent here, getting my room to look like something Garland didn't throw up? I've got perfect fruit hanging on the vine, waiting to harvest. What would ever give you the idea I-"
 
"Redd Sarah Foxxe has gifted you with a Magnolia Tree," the puppy grunted, "Farmville, really Mayor? And what kind of severance package is that? It doesn't even produce coins!"
 
"Oooh, that.... Look, I can explain...." coughed Redd, without offering any.
 
Isabelle just sighed, shaking her head, "I suppose I should be grateful I'm on your friend's list." Her toes tightened slightly, a simple gesture, but it caught the vixen by her head, clamped tight with no escape. The pup leaned back against her desk, raising her leg up with the shrunken mayor suspended between nylon wrapped digits. Transferring her plaything from foot to fingers, the sullen assistant suddenly pressed Redd to her chest, snuggling her captive between those mammoth curves the little vixen had been admiring earlier. "S-so I decided to keep you, so you couldn't leave us. Couldn't leave me. Keep you right here, next to my heart."
 
Redd merfed, trying to excuse herself while snuggled intimately against her assistant's cleavage. She could hear the muffled, rumbling heart beat through Isabelle's chest, a steady rhythm whose vibration seemed to infect her entire being. Her own heart responded to every thump, her body snuggled by breasts every bit as sensually supple as they had appeared. She let out a squeak when the pup dropped her between them, the top just tight enough that she didn't slip too far down, her head peeking out between.
 
Then came a whimper when the vixen caught view of her assistant's hands, cupping her own breasts once again, only this time with a Mayor caught in a location usually reserved for motorboats.
 
"D-doesn't this feel good? Wouldn't you like to stay here, like this, always?" Isabelle whispered, though her voice reverberated through her chest canyon, even as those church bells rang their tingling melody. Hands on either side, she began to press those impossible pillows together, creating tidal waves of sensual flesh that slammed into her boss, spread just long enough to give Redd a gulp of air, and then collided once more.
 
Again and again, the squealing, squirming, and soon pleasurably writhing vixen found herself drowning in a flood of tantalizing mammary. They didn't just collide with her from either side, they also ground up and down, proving that Isabelle controlled both the horizontal and the vertical. Were Redd a lover's shaft, indulging in a bit of puff puff between her lover's breasts, she would have long since made a right mess of the shih tzu's face, erupting in a rush of molten release. Not that the fox fared much better. Her entire body indulged, massaged into a sea of curves, she lost control of herself, one shoe falling from her left foot, while her shaft spattered a much smaller spurt, making a mess of herself, but barely a stain on her assistant's top.
 
Surprisingly, it hadn't gone unnoticed by the absent-minded pup. "Oh look at that! You are enjoying yourself, aren't you? But that's hardly fair; I'm only half way there, you know?" Fingers slipped in, each thicker than the vixen's thighs, "but we can fix that, can't we? There are other places I can keep you, places not quite as close to my heart, but never all that far from my mind."
 
Redd had just enough time to notice that her assistant was wearing a rosy shade of lipstick, before the world began to spin, tumbling about at the edges. She felt herself lowered, hearing the sound that must have been a skirt unsnapping, though it seemed strangely loud and ominous at her size. Then another sound, that of a stretchy fabric being pulled, tugged, opened to the very limits of the material's boundaries. The vixen tried to focus on her surroundings, but realization came far too late to be of much help. There she was, dangling precariously over Isabelle's pantyhose and panties, both of which she had pulled open to reveal a dampening, golden sex that seemed to be waiting just for her. "Y-you can't be serious."
 
"Oh, I can be very serious Mayor, when it comes to the good of our town. I thought you knew that by now." Isabelle smiled, tilting her head merrily, letting those church bells toll for the whom in her fingertips. Without another word, she dropped her boss, letting the poor fox slide quickly down the sheer fabric, tumbling end over end, until she landed with a damp thud, flush against the pup's heat. Moaning softly as her employer collided intimately against the little nub at the apex of her sex, the titanic pup let go of the twin hems of pantyhose and panties, snapping her playmate into a humid, flavorful darkness.
 
Redd found it difficult to breath, the air around her was practically dripping with Isabelle's feminine moisture. Every breath felt like she was swallowing more of her assistant's personal flavor, and it was hard working it all through her lungs. Where the pup's breasts had been a dry sea, her panties were practically a puddle, a liquid center that threatened to pull her under and into something she might not escape. Still, she was relatively safe for now, even as her cheek was pressed on one side by cotton undies, and on the other by her secretaries passionate flesh, safe so long as she didn't slip under the shih tzu's sex. Where she was, at the front of her employe's pelvis, she could cling to the short fur, and perhaps begin to climb her way out. Just a bit of luck was all she needed, just enough positive karma to keep her friend's fingers at bay.
 
When Isabelle reached down to press along the warm, squirming lump that her boss formed under the pup's panties and hosiery, she couldn't quite make out the muffled "dammit!"
 
Not that she would have been inclined to listen. It simply felt too good. First, in the literal sense, that writhing form being guided down between her legs, pressed toward hungry folds; a waiting, wet entrance. Secondly, in the figurative sense, knowing that the woman she admired, the Mayor she adored, was hers and only hers, now. The secretary shih tzu didn't have to share, not with anyone, not ever again.
 
Whimpering, Redd gripped either side of her employe's sex, trying to find what purchase could be found amongst a somewhat bewildering spread of fleshy folds, and sex spattered labia. Everything was wet, slick, and ultimately, demanding. It pulled at her nether regions, as though ready to slurp a succulent up.
 
It would be so damn easy just to let go, to obey those insistent fingers, to slip into the steamy embrace that ached for her, tugged at her, practically suckled at her bottom half, causing her spent cock to rise once more. Easy, but stupid. She could feel how powerfully those inner muscles ground, how they quiver hid a tightening crush that could do more than just embrace her body. If she fell under its influence, let herself slip farther within, there would be no escape. And she wasn't ready to give up, not just yet.
 
One hand reaching around the aroused nub, the vixen tugged herself as free as she could manage, before she felt her lower region sink in yet again. It was like drowning by inches, only the shrunken Mayor didn't have many inches to spare. God, if only it didn't feel so amazing, so molten and sinful; if only she could take a breath that was clear, and not ripe with her assistant's rising arousal. If only the moaning from above didn't set her body afire. If only the feminine slick wasn't getting slicker, wetter by the minute.
 
Redd arched her foot, trying to at least keep her right shoe from tumbling free like the one she had lost between Isabelle's twin peaks. It was a peculiar conceit, but somehow she got the oddest feeling that so long as she kept hold of her final shoe, she was safe. But it was just getting harder and harder to really care about being safe, to resist much at all. When her cock erupted again, spilling what amounted to a pitiful load into her giant lover's sex, she couldn't help but wonder why she bothered.
 
And then came a squeal from above, one that was followed by a cacophony of ringing, as though someone had set every sacred bell to announce a blissful union. What had been a puddle swelled to a flood as Isabelle's sex began to convulse, spasm, shudder, and shake. Redd found her conviction at that moment, knowing that if she did not hold on, she was gone for good. There was no surviving what was occurring within that orgasmic tunnel. Still, she couldn't help responding in sympathetic release, her own body writhing within the splish and splash of her employe's eruption.
 
Seconds seemed to stretch into minutes, minutes lingered into hours, until finally the exhausted fox found herself expelled to settle at the center of the pup's panties, a frightful mess, saturated in Isabelle's feminine juice.
 
And then came light, and with it came air, sweet if only for its freshness. Fingers plucked the worn Mayor from those humid depths, pulling the moistened morsel up before big, beautiful eyes. "I- I had always wanted to give that to you, you know? T-to offer myself like that, completely; let you take what you wanted, hope you left enough of me to do my job but, beyond that, I wanted to give you everything."
 
Redd found herself being moved up, up, up, until they were finally face to face. Then, she felt herself pulled toward her secretary's lips, pressed close and warm to their passionate embrace, feeling the heat of her employe's breath as her entire upper body was christened in kiss. "Is..." it was hard to breath, her lungs were practically full of her gigantic lover's release, "I-is this what you wanted?"
 
Isabelle shook her head, "Not totally, b-but I kinda like it better. Instead of giving you everything, I'm taking it." She smiled, "That's good too, right? You've always looked at me like you wanted something, but couldn't say it. Kinda like me, your yearning secretary. Do you mind? Giving it all to me? Being with me, forever? A part of me, always?" As she spoke, powerful lips spread, a slick tongue extending, slipping along the vixen's body, tasting Redd's flavor, wrapping her mouth around the Mayor's right foot, tugging at the miracle shoe which had somehow survived its recent ordeal.
 
The crimson vixen could only gasp, feeling that insistent tug, faced with another portal, another wet embrace, one that didn't just want a fragment over, not just a piece. It was too greedy, too hungry; it was all or nothing for that sweet, sweet smile. Shutting her eyes, Redd loosened her foot's press, letting her shoe slip off easily, to tumble into the pup's wet darkness. "I- I don't mind, thi-this has always been home to me. Y-you, have always been home to me."
 
The golden shih tzu broke into a bright, all encompassing smile, her eyes wet. "Then welcome home, my sweet, wonderful Mayor." The smile broadened, split, and opened wide. Isabelle's tongue slipped forward, sliding sinfully between her tiny lover's legs, teasing a cock that was too spent to respond beyond a silvery puddle. Letting go, she let the vixen slip along the wet muscle which guided the fox past her welcoming lips.
 
Redd found herself within a new darkness, slick as the one before, though it smelled and tasted different. The wet flesh underneath her pressed sweetly against her body, indulging in her flavor as the light of the outside world, retreated before a closing gate. Hugging Isabelle's gigantic tongue to her, she shut her eyes, and didn't resist when her pup tipped up her head, and she found herself sliding inescapably down a welcoming throat. All around her body, warm muscles embraced her, pulling her ever deeper, into the only home she would ever need: a better home than the one she would leave behind.