Up next on “weird kinky stories with characters nobody asked for”, Professor Rowan! From the Pokemon Diamond, Pearl and Platinum games! I am not entirely certain just how true to his original character this is but my gracious co-author  Sons00 did an amazing job in my opinion.

This was written a very, very, very long time ago, predating even A Convict’s Prisoner. I just took my sweet time editing it together as always. I personally think it turned out great and I hope any fellow fans of the stern Pokemon professor from Sinnoh will appreciate this!

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Test Subject

"So what was it that you wanted my help with Professor?" Markus asked as he followed Rowan into the room in the back of the lab, throwing just a few quick glances around the rest of the place before entering. As he did, the young man couldn't help but gasp as he witnessed the large contraption in front of him. It was somewhat reminiscent of a warp panel but it looked decidedly more complex, with a hefty power supply hooked up to it.

“This.” Rowan stated sipping at his coffee as his apprentice gazed at the device in awe.

Markus took a few steps this way and that, eyeing the intricate device with an awed expression and a complete lack of understanding of what it was supposed to do. "Wh-what is it exactly, professor?" The young man wondered out loud taking a step away from it.

"It is a matter reformer Markus." he said plainly, only offering an in-depth description when he saw the young man’s confused face. "Much like how warp panels take your atoms and genetic code, temporarily distort and disassemble them, then reassemble. This matter reformer is designed to copy the atomic and genetic design of an object, and be able to convert other matter into it. Or even reshape the matter initially registered." As the professor was speaking, he pulled an apple out of his waistcoat pocket. "Here, stand back Markus" He said sternly as he tossed the apple over the glowing pad. In a flash the apple disappeared.

Markus let out a quiet gasp but as the initial surprise wore off, the young man squinted, straining his eyes to try and make out what he at first perceived as a stray grain of pepper, he leaned closer, carefully reaching one hand closer but yanking it away just short of hovering it over the matter reformer. "Can I... Is it... the apple?" Markus – still crouched on the floor with his hand outstretched – quickly looked back up at Rowan. "Professor this is... I don't think I've ever seen anything like it! This is incredible!" The green fruit had been cut down to roughly the size of half a millimeter.

Professor Rowan gave a rare smile and nodded, clearly proud of his creation. "Indeed, with the technology, we will be able to turn environmental waste and pollution into food and other such resources. In fact with the right mind, the possibilities are quite endless, we can do a lot of good with this machine." The professor finished.

Markus was clearly in awe of the scientific marvel before him, less than savory thoughts had already begun to fill his head, but he quickly abolished them, the professor needed his help. "So, what can I do to help you, professor?" He asked, genuinely curious, the machine seemed perfectly functional.

"Well, as you can see, so far I have only nailed the shrinking aspect, however, I want to test if it can still function as a basic warp panel due to the basic principles being the same, you will stand upon the panel, I will initiate the sequence, and you will find yourself at the receiving panel over there." The professor would point an aged hand to the other side of the room, where a less intricate machine lay on the floor. "Normally I would use something less valuable compared to you to test this Markus, but due to the way warp panels function, only sentient organic matter can travel through, will you help me?"

Markus chuckled nervously, almost a little relieved that he wouldn't have to mess with any tech today. "Just be a test subject?" He asked and then with a smile nodded. "It's... a little worrying to be uhm... tested on with something as of yet unknown but I trust you professor, truly." The young man gave an assured nod and held the professor's hand with both of his. "I believe your genius mind will make this world a better place." He said, genuine in his beliefs and without any further hesitation stepped onto the platform, not before picking up the little apple and depositing it on a nearby table of course. "I'm all yours, professor!"

Rowan smiled as his apprentice agreed to be his guinea pig, It filled him with pride and happiness knowing Markus had such faith in him as to willingly test his creation. "Excellent, right then, let us begin." Rowan stated, standing away from the machine and activating the teleportation sequence.

Markus heard a loud *vrrrr* as the machine sparked to life, he nervously focused on the sound, trying to use it to distract him from the potential dangers of what he was doing. Just as a bright flash covered his and the professor’s vision, his form dissipated while Markus found himself on the other side of the room, perfectly unharmed. "It worked professor!" Markus joyfully proclaimed, ready to rush to the professor’s side and hug him in relief. However, fate had other plans, just as Markus was about to take a step of the platform, the machine sparked back up, enveloping him in a second bright flash.

As Markus’ vision cleared he questioned what had happened, the air smelt of sulfur and burnt hair, and everything seemed blurry. It was only when he heard a booming sound coming from his right that he realized what was going on.

"Markus? What happened?" The bassey tones of professor Rowan reverberated in the distance, His mentor stood with a worried expression upon his face, only he was far larger than Markus remembered. The young man had shrunk!

Markus was mortified as the image of the speck-sized apple came to mind. He stood there completely frozen in place by the shock of it all. He looked up at the towering monolith that was Rowan and found his knees involuntarily. "P-professor?" Markus uttered, still recovering from the sudden shift in perspective. He gazed at the warp panel that surrounded him and remembering the standard specifications for this thing. Quickly he approximated his new height to be… about one or two centimeters. God... He was smaller than one of the professor’s toes and that thought... No! Markus bit his lip. "PROFESSOR!!!" He yelled jumping in one spot. "PROFESSOR DOWN HERE!!!"

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Rowan’s sense of pride and accomplishment evaporated as quickly as Markus did; replaced instead with fear for his young friend’s well-being when the second blinding flash seemingly removed him from existence. "Markus? What happened?" The worry in Rowan's voice betrayed him, this wasn't intended, rushing past the pad and towards the terminal he checked the command line. "Let's see.... The teleportation was totally successful... so what happened?” There was a pause as he stared at the operation log. “Oh no don't tell me they forgot to disengage the return protocol when experimenting before.... and what's this? Oh dear..."

Carefully, Rowan stepped back towards the pad where Markus had just disappeared from and squatted down to get a better view. Sure enough shrunken in the center of the pad was Markus, looking dazed, confused and terrified. Without thinking Rowan would reach out a hand and pick up his miniature apprentice, pinching him by the collar and standing up to his full height, bringing Markus before his eyes. He was speechless.

Markus screamed in terror as the massive hand rushed towards him, he shielded his face in a vain, instinctual attempt to keep himself safe but quickly found that rather than being smacked he was lifted up and miles into the air. Still screaming, he soared, finding himself right before Rowan's enormous stern eyes. The little human was hyperventilating, utterly overwhelmed. "P-professor! PLEASE! SLOW DOWN!!!" He begged, desperate to have his mentor relent just a little bit. "Wh-what happened?!"

"Oh dear… Markus, I must apologize" Rowan whispered in a hushed tone as to not damage the little man’s ears. "One of my lab assistants must have forgotten to disable the return protocol in the warp panel from earlier testing. While the Initial warp was a total success, I hadn't calibrated for this, and it seems that it mixed the order to warp you back to the pad, and the pads in-built shrink function..." The Professors gaze was as stern as ever, but his eyes seemed almost sad. Cautiously brining his finger up, he poked Markus inquisitively, trying to find any ill side effects induced from the Incident, "Do you feel all right little man?" Rowan would query, quietly chuckling to himself at the miniscule size of the boy in his hand.

The little guy was shaking; this was just so new and unfamiliar and the idea that the professor's very eyes were far bigger than his little body was... equally exciting and terrifying. Markus braced himself for the incoming fingertip but was glad to find the professor's touch was gentle. Despite the grim implications, Markus chuckled. "Y-yes... I think I'm alright." He confirmed with a nod and a smile he hoped Rowan would be able to make out. "Just a little... awed by uhh... By you, professor." He said with a gulp. "You're... so... so very big compared to me."

Rowan would chuckle at the little man’s words, he certainly was far bigger than any living thing Markus had seen before now, indeed, he wouldn’t be surprised if Markus had begun to see him as some sort of deity! This thought lingered in Rowan’s mind.... A god to his little apprentice, the thought seemed to entice him. The idea of him being the one lifelight in this tiny man’s world, his anchor to reality, the only thing that made him matter… Rowan was shocked in himself for thinking such things, surely Markus wouldn’t want that, But maybe, if he just delayed, he could have a little fun. "I'm sorry Markus, it appears the machine has short-circuited, i can't grow you back until i repair it" Rowan lied.

"O-oh..." Markus mumbled, frowning at the realization. "That's... a little troubling, professor." He admitted and then rubbed his chin in thought as he took a deep heavy breath and looked up at Rowan's face again. "I... I suppose it can't be helped, sir. I only... I only beg of you to please keep me safe until I can get back to normal." Markus looked down and shivered. "And, sir... I... Could I ask you to put me down somewhere? I think I'm getting a little... oah... light-headed." The little man shook his head again. "Gosh.... I can't get over how huge and magnificent you are, sir. I just... It's humbling to think that I'd barely measure up to a single toe and... O-oh! Forgive me I didn't mean to sound so creepy. It's just... You're uhm... so overwhelmingly huge I just.... I'm barely a speck for your gre- before you." Markus blushed furiously as he made one slip after another. "Again... I'm terribly sorry, sir."

Raising an eyebrow at Markus's sudden change in demeanor, Rowan smiled as he lowered him to his empty palm. "There we go Markus, some solid ground for you to stand on." The professor stated. "And i wouldn't worry about being 'creepy' as you put it; you flatter me with your praise. Still, we must think of a plan of action for the future, i suppose you could come home with me for tonight, After all this pad’s circuits are completely fried, it could take a couple of days to fix."

Markus didn't even think to question Rowan, if he said the panel was fried then it was so. He sighed as he allowed himself to lie down in the palm of Rowan's hand, feeling at it with a pair of his own utterly tiny ones. Truth be told, he couldn't even hope for a better turn of events.

"What do you say small fry?" Rowan joked, amused by the sight of the little man getting comfy atop the leathery surface of his hand. "You wouldn't mind holding out with me until we can fix this conundrum, would you?"

And as he listened to the professors words... holding out... with him... for a couple of days... He couldn't believe just how on board he was with the idea. "Small fry?" Markus repeated after the professor as his face grew even more red. Markus wasn’t quite sure… But if he had to guess, the professor appeared to be enjoying their situation as much as the young man himself was. And that meant… "Professor, if you don't mind though may I... flatter you further? Before we go I... I really want to uhm... down on the floor and…" He gulped as he realized the gravity of what he was about to say but in his mind he decided it was now or never. "Could I ask you to let me see your feet, professor? Please?"

If Rowan thought Markus's demeanor before was strange, it was nothing compared to his current request, he couldn't help but laugh. "My feet! I mean, if you so wish Markus. I must warn you, I tend to sweat when I stress, and as you can imagine, I am quite worried about you at the moment. I doubt it will be all that pleasant down there, warm and humid no doubt." Rowan cocked an eyebrow at the small human, curious if this new information would deter the human’s enthusiasm at all yet it didn’t seem to. After a short pause, the professor’s expression softened and he lowered his miniature apprentice to the floor.

Markus would feel his stomach lurching as an overwhelming sense of vertigo overtook him. The professor’s palm lowered down to the floor, a finger gently shoving the little guy off. The hand would turn and grip at Rowan’s dress shoe.

Markus watched with bated breath as the professor reached down to remove the enormous shoe, the little man shuddered as he instinctively stepped away only to take a step closer once more once the socked giant of a foot appeared before him.

With a strong tug, the titanic professor slid the shiny leather cage off of his foot, revealing a dark black monolith with several wiggling protrusions. Laying the socked foot before Markus and standing to his full height again, Rowan looked down, applying his stern gaze and regaining his composure. "Make it quick then, we don't have long until the lab shuts, and we don't want to be the ones to lock up."

Markus took one more step closer and then another until he was right in front of Rowan's big toe, standing just a little bit lower in height than it was. Unable to resist, the little human leaned forward, embracing it and taking a deep breath, allowing the thick musk that permeated the air around Rowan's feet to seep into him. At this point he cared very little for how it must have looked. He was a speck, surely it was natural for ones such as him to present themselves in a submissive manner. Then, eager to follow Rowan's wishes, Markus backed off and nodded. "Thank you sir. I... Thank you so much." He said and without thinking kneeled before the old man, bowing to his mighty socked foot. He desperately wished to see it bare but he dared not ask, not yet.

Chuckling to himself at the miniscule man’s new found devotion, Rowan decided to indulge the little man’s unspoken desires, lifting the socked foot before Markus, Rowan would wiggle his toes and smirk down at his newfound toy before gently lowering his foot onto him, clamping Markus between his toes and squeezing lightly. Markus would find himself in a new level of pleasure as the warm sock gripped him.

Markus let out a long feverish breath as he found himself in the grasp of professor's toes. The little man squirmed pathetically, not in an attempt to break free but to help Rowan experience just how fruitless all of his little apprentice's attempts to resist would be.

The pressure caused sweat to ooze out of the fabric and all over Markus himself. "I must say, it is certainly strange you have such a liking for this Markus" Rowan cooed "You clearly must have respected me much more than I thought back when you were a per- normal-sized!" Rowan caught his words, clearly surprised by what he had been about to say.

"Overpowered by a single foot... Professor... I... I really am barely a person to you at this point, am I not?" The tiny man responded, quickly catching on to what was going through the professor's mind at that very moment. "Sir I... I fear making a decision like this so hastily but... at least until you can bring me back to normal could I be..." He gulped. "Could I be... yours? In... any way you want... I'd do... I'd do anything for you! Anything you want! I just... want to be of use to you... Would you... Would you be my God, professor? Please?"

Even Rowan had not expected this turn of events, To have such responsibility over a living being, to own them per say, it seemed like such an impossibility but here before him he had a willing and devoted servant, practically begging to be used by him. However, he knew Markus's judgment was clouded by the wave of pleasure he was surely receiving from the unclean foot. "Hrmmm, I don’t see why not, Markus, However you are right about making such decisions hastily, I have a better idea." The professor spoke with conviction, he may have wanted Markus as his tiny pet, but he wasn't going to let him sign over his life without being sure he wanted it. "You'll spend the weekend with me Markus, No ifs or buts" The giant researcher would squat down and pinch Markus between his fingers once more, lifting him up and hovering him over the yawning entrance to his still warm shoe. "After the weekend, we will see whether this is something you truly desire. If you change your mind, then I will return you to the lab and fix you up. And if you don’t, then your new life will begin immediately, there will be no turning back." Rowan didn't wait for Markus's response; instead he elected to drop the miniscule man down into the depths of the shoe below him. "Do be careful Markus, I've been told i have quite a heavy step." Joked the newly elected god of a professor as he inserted his socked foot, making sure to push Markus to the toe of the shoe. And with that, Rowan stood up to his full height and stared down at his newly occupied shoe, a smile creeping onto his face, and began to head home. This was going to be an interesting weekend.

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Markus couldn't believe this was happening. Just that morning he would never have dreamed this possible. But as he felt Professor Rowan's massive socked toes gently wiggling as their weight bore down on his back, as he slowly came to grips that he was in his mentor's enormous foul-scented dress shoe, the now miniature man couldn't believe just how happy he was with his new place in the world.

He felt the soft soggy fabric of the sock rub against his skin, covering it in a thin layer of Rowan's sweat as the little guy just lay there taking it all in, grunting each and every time the professor's heavy steps rocked his cramped little world. He wondered what it meant for the two of them, what his weekend would be like and... What his new life would be, should he go through with the professor's offer. But for now he just wanted to enjoy himself and give Rowan a chance to do the same.

Rowan felt the little man in his shoe nuzzle between his toes lovingly, The sheer power of he held over the dust mite in his shoe felt amazing, the satisfaction of being worshipped like he dese-, like he wanted was beyond satisfactory. Rowan made sure to lean slightly to the left as he unlocked his front door, applying extra weight to his temporary toe rest. Stepping inside his home Rowan hung his coat up and made straight for his recliner, resting his rear down onto the seat he slowly slipped his left shoe off.

Markus nuzzled the professor's enormous big toe and sighed peacefully, drawing a lungful of moist sweaty air with each breath until finally he felt the massive quakes stop. With a weird twist of gravity he felt Rowan's foot begin to pull away, groaning in slight disappointment as it slipped away and out of his reach. Markus felt a sudden shift in gravity again as before he could do anything, the professor promptly used the recently freed foot to tip the dress shoe on its side.

Markus took his sweet time getting out of that dress shoe. He simply could resist the urge to obsess over the very tip of it, where the constant presence of Rowan's toes left five neat musky craters which the human vigorously licked at until he finally had the courage to step out. He still had trouble believing this wasn't a dream. Finally the dazed and amazed little man emerged from the dank cavern, meekly staring up into the stern gaze of the mustachioed professor.

"You certainly took your time Markus, We will need to improve that." Rowan stated in a steely tone.

He met Rowan's stern gaze from up above and wondered what kind of situation he would find himself in. Honestly the pleasant, if a little demeaning tone he was addressed with back at the lab still made Markus shiver but looking up at the professor now he gulped. "I'm... I'm sorry professor, I was... I was so scared I would wake up from this wonderful dream I've found myself in!" He chuckled, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. "I'll make sure to keep myself in check next time."

The professor promptly stripped his other shoe off using his socked foot and brought the two steamy appendages to each of Markus's sides. The feet would sit there for a second, giving Markus a window of realization of what was about to happen before closing in on the little guy, pressing him between them. Rowan would sigh contentedly as he rubbed them together, rolling his living massage toy between them.

Markus he moaned like the lusty little freak he was, squirming against those massive soles, much to Rowan's pleasure, as well as his own. "Professor f-forgive me but... Am I... Am I allowed to address you?" Markus asked, stuttering as the massive soles of his mentor plastered themselves all over him. "I-in general. I just... wanted to know if you would like me... uhh… quiet." In truth Markus hoped that Rowan would allow him free speech at least but... at least for this weekend this gorgeous old man was his God, one that Markus did not intend to displease.

"Mmm, Well you are still my little apprentice, just make sure you address me with respect." Rowan stated, he wasn't about to strip Markus of all his rights, even if the idea did intrigue him. "However i must say after such a long hard day working on such an important experiment, my feet are awfully tired, I don't suppose you could assist me Markus?". While speaking Rowan would prod his tiny human with his toes, flexing them to accentuate how tired his soles were. Meanwhile the aged professor himself simply lay back in his recliner and put his hands behind his head, waiting expectantly for his newfound servant to do his duties.

"Of course sir, by all means!" The little man nodded, bowing slightly in respect. "It would be my pleasure, sir." Markus said, bowing again, all the way to floor this time before quickly getting right back up and making a dash towards Rowan's anticipating feet. It didn't take long for the pathetic speck of a human to bury himself deep between the professor's big and second toe, taking a good long while to push the sock inwards and scrub at the foot buried just beneath all that fabric, wondering to himself just what those feet beneath them looked like. The little man was ecstatic, eager to serve, to dedicate himself to the professor and grateful, immeasurably grateful to be taken in like this.

The little man took a solid half an hour to allow the professor his rest as he tirelessly worked down below, eventually feeling more and more at peace with being a tiny frail being in the care of another, feeling more and more upbeat until finally...

"Cheers of the crowd and the strum of the string~
Hearts filled with doting delight when I sing~"

The little guy began quietly humming out the rest of the song as he worked, cautious not to disturb Rowan at first but slowly growing bolder and bolder until he found himself twirling and dancing around the giant man's toes in pure bliss, a mixture of submission and energetic joy... motivation like nothing he'd felt in years. This... This really was his new calling.

Rowan smugly mused to himself as the little man worked at his toes, he sure was dedicated to his new task, fitting that he accept his place beneath him. "You know Markus, i must say i am satisfied with your motivation to your new duties, clearly you are quite passionate about tasks like these. Funnily enough i had begun to consider releasing you from the lab. Nothing personal but your standards were steadily dropping.”

Markus gulped, swallowing what little was left of his pride as he heard the professor's words. They stung, they stung bad but at the same time Markus couldn't help but feel compelled by Rowan's line of reasoning. In truth, the little man knew it was true, knew that his full potential as a researcher would never amount to a fraction of what Rowan was already capable of; he simply didn’t have the drive for it.

“However I kept from it as you made fine company.” Rowan continued, smirking at how easily Markus was influenced by his opinion.

Markus shuddered, feeling his chest swell with joy as he heard the professor's appreciation of him. "I’m good... Good company..." He repeated slowly.

“And I must say, the pure dedication you show towards my magnificent feet suggests that you’d make a far better foot sniffer than a researcher... in fact, why don't we promote that to foot licker?"

Rowan pulled his musty socked foot away, making Markus whine in disappointment, clearly craving more. The enormous professor was amused by Markus' newfound obsession with his feet, however he decided the little man must be taught the virtue of patience. Agonizingly slowly Rowan would use his hardy fingers to slide beneath the heel of his sock, slowly peeling the damp fabric forward, revealing a worn and calloused heel.

The black sheet continued to be unraveled, revealing the glorious arch of Rowans foot, hosting multitudes of wrinkles and droplets of sweat, and finally, the sock lifted from the toes revealing the hairy digits and some terrifyingly sharp nails. "Ahem, as you can see i have neglected to care for this part of my body for quite some time." Rowan stated "I clearly still have no need to concern myself with them though as that will be your job now Markus." Holding the balled up dress sock in his hand Rowan would wince in mock disgust as his heady foot scent entered his nose. In a seemingly uncaring manner he twisted his hand and let the sock descend below it, right where Markus was standing, before lowering his foot so the pathetically small man may reach it to worship. "Well then Markus, Don't make me wait. Lick."

Shaking his head, the little man crawled out from under the sock and looked up, slowly, tentatively approaching Rowan's bare feet. He found himself near Rowan's little toe, laying a hand on the toenail, looking at it and then panning his gaze upwards to the rest of the magnificent titan. "God, you're so gorgeous sir..." He mumbled dreamily and then shaking his head, bowed down and got to work.

He leaned in close and stuck his tongue out, bringing it just under the large toenail in front of him, licking at it first from the top then from the bottom, making sure to get as much dirt out as he could before moving on to the space between the toes, the treasured toe crotches, stained with beads of sweat that Markus happily gulped up one after another. Again and again he would repeat this and then he'd move on to the sole, tiny hands pressing on it as Rowan mercifully propped it on its side. His fingers would knead the flesh while the tiny tongue caressed it. This would go for quite some time, Markus far too occupied to sing or dance now, but only enjoying himself even more.

"Professor I..." He spoke up after some time. "I feel like... I feel like I've been born to do this... born just to serve you, to be at you side always, called upon whenever you need me. I... I admit I have held these feelings of reverence for you since I've known you but... Like this.... literally the size of an insect at your feet... I couldn't ask for a better fate, I honestly couldn't have." The little man paused and gulped before resuming work on the professor's crusty dried-out heel, moisturizing it with his little tongue.

Markus's praise had far smaller effect on Rowan than he would have liked. In truth, Rowan was growing bored of watching the little man slave away, while amusing for a time, it was hardly the most efficient method of cleaning his feet. Reaching a wrinkled hand down Rowan unexpectedly pressed Markus into his still calloused heel and rubbed him back and forth, unknowingly scratching Markus a little due to hell's sheer coarseness. "Do you feel that Markus? That simply won’t do. My heel is still like sand paper, No, I think a more efficient method is in order compared to just tongue and hands. Stick out your teeth Markus.". The little man had no choice to obey his master, not that he would have chosen not to anyway, opening his jaw as wide as it could go Markus winced as Rowan slid his hand over the heel, using Markus's teeth to scrape away the dead flesh, naturally this meant the dry flakes ended in Markus's mouth. At the end of each swipe Rowan would look sternly at Markus until he gulped all of the debris down.

Gulp after gulp the skin flakes were consumed, Markus didn't resist, navigating this flow of events naturally knowing what he was meant to do on an almost instinctual level. This makeshift pedicure would last for 15 minutes before both of Rowan’s heels were deemed acceptable by the lording man himself.

"Tell me Markus, How does the skin of your superior taste? Surely you are honored to service me in such a way. How powerful I must look from your perspective, a towering god one might even guess. Tell me, I want to hear what I am to you, Loud and Clear" Rowan’s demeanor was different now, still friendly, yet his eyes were filled with a sudden fire, his voice containing far more energy and passion as he demanded Markus's praise.

"Professor you... You are magnificent, incandescent in your glory, a shining beacon of a researcher and my graceful benevolent superior. I've always looked up to you but never in a more literal sense than I do now. The sheer power your presence commands. Down here it... it practically hangs in the air, subjugating me by the sheer virtue of existing alone. The gift of your flaking skin is a true delight, I'd happily live off of it for the rest of my worthless pathetic life, until you deem it necessary to end it, or until your great power leads you to obliterate my puny form on accident."

A deep sigh would escape Rowan’s lips as his subject poured his heart and soul out for him to hear, this was what he wanted, what he craved, a tiny so devoted to him that his own life was forfeit before his own. With a muffled moan Rowan would grip tightly at his crotch and the growing arousal building there, before realizing his behavior. Quickly donning his persona once more, the professor seemingly not embarrassed at all would stare down at Markus with that same steely expression "Good" he stated simply. "I think this session has come to an end Markus, We shall see what we can carry on with after dinner." Chuckling, Rowan lifted a foot and brought the big toe above Markus, roughly lowering and raising it repeatedly, patting the pet on his head. "You did good for the first of your many sessions, Markus."

To both it may have seemed that Rowan had forgotten the ultimatum he had made back at the lab; one weekend for Markus to decide whether he truly wanted to be his pet or not. But truthfully he hadn't, he simply knew Markus's answer, and if he was somehow wrong, well… That seemed unlikely.

Standing tall, Rowan plucked Markus off the ground and set him atop his shoulder, before heading towards the kitchen to make a meal for the both of them, Meanwhile Markus would nuzzle into the great man’s neck, zoning out to the thunderous sounds of Rowan’s feet hitting the soft carpet switching to slaps against the cool kitchen tile. He was where he wanted to be.