Shrunken flying squirrel man gets made super small because his red panda gf wuvs him and has a neat idea.... or something. Whatever, another goofy gentle thing I made because it sounded like fun thing in my head. DID IT COME OUT GOOD ON PAPER? Probably not, but that's why we practicing. I'm pretty positive I messed up or did things that don't make a whole lotta sense but eh... Roll the thing



Home Sky Diving

“A-Are you sure this is safe?”

John the flying squirrel stared up at his girlfriend’s humongous red panda face. Shrunken to only a mere five millimeters she held him on her city sized paw, where he struggled to keep above her tufts of fur to stay in sight and not be lost in a forest while she smiled warmly at him. Despite her pleasant demeanor… the raw difference in scale kept making his knees shake. Although this wasn’t the first time she’d used her size inventions on him, it was the first time he was made this small. Less than a speck all for some sort of idea she had where she hoped to take full advantage of his natural born traits. He trusted her… never had she given him reason to doubt her… but what could she possibly be up to that required him to be this pathetically small?

There was a booming giggle from above. Using some earpieces to communicate she heard what he’d said and like always found his worried panic silly. “One hundred percent! Come on now have I ever done anything to you without a guarantee that you’d be fine? Except for the spider incident of course. I really thought the communication helmet would work… a shame. King of spiders would have been such a cool title! Anyways… It’s just like all the other times I’ve shrunk you. Just… smaller. A lot smaller. It’s all for the thing. You’ll like it a lot I promise. Plus you get to really flex those flying squirrel traits you have!” Her voice was thunderous and couldn’t be understood by someone so small. Yet another point to the ear piece she’d made. She was even talking softly and it still rattled his world.

He pulled at his own patagium. A special membrane that could let him glide or parachute in the air. What did she have in mind that’d utilize it? When not skydiving they usually were just in the way. “R-Right. B-But seriously isn’t this a little t-too small? Any smaller and I might get stuck in your fur forests! It’s already a struggle to keep myself up! Your steps generate enough air currents to almost blow me away!!”

“That’s an interesting thought. Something we should talk about for another time,” she chuckled. “They’d be a neat maze to navigate through!”

“N-No it’s n-not!!”

“I’m kidding.”

“We both know that’s bullshit!”

“Maybe. Anyways quit fussing. It’s time to perform today’s test.”

He frowned, not that she could see, seeing that she’d brought him to her room. Not her lab, not outside, but… her room. “I-I don’t understand. Why-“

“Why why why. Always asking the why. I want to be comfortable for this is all. Trust me babe, it’ll be something superb! Spectacular even! It’ll be like looking at Earth, from space, except I’m the Earth. Plus you love skydiving and you love me so instead of wasting money on that, if this works we can make it a regular thing.”

“Are you just going to drop me from your ceiling and watch me fall? Like I appreciate the sentiment but that’s not all that thrilling.”

“Oh… my… god… just shush up and let me get everything ready first. My hinting is clearly not piercing your thick skull ant-squirrel.” Groaning, she dropped him on her dresser. The wood, usually so polished and flawless, was now looking uneven and jagged at his current size. The thought of her shrinking him smaller and falling into the woods grooves made him keep his gaze up and firmly on her while she fixed her bed up from the mess she’d left it in this morning.

Instead of her typical science get up or even her casual desire she was wearing extremely revealing clothes. Normally the most revealing thing she’d wear outside of bedtime was a shirt that showed a little bit of cleavage, but now he sported a white and yellow striped tank top exposing not just cleavage but also her big, fluffy, round white gut. Very short, thigh hugging jeans and no shoes or socks. Something he’d almost never seen her in and furthering the mystery of her plans. He glanced across the fields of endless red fur, a little mystified.

She laid down on her bed, hands behind her head. Aside from turning her head to look at his perch she remained still. “Come glide over here, right to my lips and the fun will begin.” He swallowed, his legs trembling, but not from fear. Even at the size of less than an ant this task was simple. No, the reason he trembled was how she spoke with her silver tongue. Cooing so sweetly to where even at her monolithic size making her voice rumblier it still made him melt. Even if he still didn’t get exactly what her plan was, he couldn’t resist the temptation of alighting on those lips.

Jumping off he glided. Spreading his arms and legs out his patagium let him keep his body airborne. She chose rose colored lipstick today. They looked so pillowy even from up high. It seemed as good a spot as any to land, but then he was caught off guard. Upon coming close those pillows pursed, and a hurricane gust blew him back up. It sent him spiraling high into the air until he managed to straighten up back into glide mode. He was back at his starting altitude… no even higher. Way higher. An altitude where at his normal size the land below would be nothing but undefined squares. Instead he got to see that breathtaking “landscape” stretch out below him. From her toes back up to her grinning face. Nothing about her lost detail, only more defined. He now realized Instead of a one and done for the day moment like his usual skydiving antics, Alexis could effortlessly send him back into the air. Every time he came to those lips. Every time he could glide around her body, alight wherever he desired and she could just pinch him up and send him up again.

Starting at one end and working up he glided to her toes and did a dive bomb, aiming just them. The air wasn’t so thin, he could get away with being reckless. He pulled up right before he went passed them and flew upwards with the momentum through the canyon between her big and second toes. In the distance it was hard to make out, but he could see her face, smirking and determined. The toes tumbled as they tried to crunch down. She was trying to squish him in between. At this size though everything she did was slow. Not quite slow motion, but still he easily passed them before they even shut half way. It had him grinning ear to ear seeing her huff on the horizon.

“Speedy little germ. Are you coming up here for a new gust? You used a lot of height for that trick.”

“No, there’s something I’d like to try with your snuggly belly.”

“Oh? You’ve completely lost me now. I could guess your first play, but I'll have to see to understand this next one.”

“Just keep yourself bouncy instead of soft and everything might go as planned,” he chuckled, confusing her even more. Soaring past her legs and thighs he came to that enormous, chunky, pot belly. Her panda stature gave her the usual panda heft. Namely a rotund belly. Soft and cuddly usually, but very firm and bouncing when she tensed up. Once over it he once more began to dive, but this time he didn’t stop. She was at first still lost, but thankfully moments before impact she caught on and shifted from cushy to bouncy. When tiny she always made sure to make him as durable as possible. Although he was her favorite test subject he was also her favorite person. Someone she loved dearly and always provided the proper safety so once he impacted his body didn’t crumple like it should. It kept shape pushing him into her fur and flesh, surrounding him. Already he could feel that same flesh pushing back. Hear something similar to stretching rubber trying to return to form all until it shot back at him, slingshotting him back high into the sky. Alighting he hovered and shook off the any vertigo that temporarily gave him. He could see he’d gotten back at a somewhat halfway height between his start spot and the spot he’d been before diving. Plenty of height to cover the remaining space to her lips.

Speaking of this lips, he could see them trembling as her laughter erupted through the earpiece. “And they say I’m the genius! I never would have thought of that in a million years! And people say I should lose weight as a panda?”

“Yeah, wrong people. I love my science nerd girlfriend no matter her size.”

“Is that metaphorical or literal given your current stature, speck?”

“B-Both?” He hesitantly mused unsure of the correct response.

“Ha! Whatever, where are you going next?”

“I see a very Grand Canyon up ahead. One with moving tectonics that could crush me if I’m not quick enough passing through,” he said determinedly.

“Ohoho? Giving me a heads up? You’re rather cocky. Very well,” she replied, grabbing a breast in each hand, pulling them apart, widening the gap. He pondered why she'd have an easier time not doing such, but seeing, and even hearing her muscles tensed to the max he figured out that she wanted to completely smother him. Absolutely delete him under endless mountains of boob to bring him down a peg.

Another dive, another burst of speed. Just before he’d have impacted on her under boob he pulled up, leveled out and flew through the canyon ahead. Only a second in and looking back he could see the walls smashing together in the distance. She was at least being sporting. She could easily press it all together at once, but chose to have it be a real race working from the bottom up. Either he’d make it out in time or become a smear… metaphorically.

At first it was smooth sailing. His speed kept him well ahead, but since he was only gliding, not flying that speed began to deteriorate. Where the walls of flesh met started to catch up and as they did her fluffy red fur strands started getting in his way, reminding him of just how puny he was that a single piece of hair fur was large enough to be an obstacle. Swerving left or right, even dipping under some massively tanked his speed! Ahead the finish line was near. He could do it! But behind, he dared not look, but could feel mountains grinding into one another nearly nipping at his feet.

“Come on!! Come on!!!” He grunted, starting to sweat, praying he hadn’t made an error. His front left the canyon, but his lower half was about to be clapped and wouldn’t make it so he showed great air control by flipping that part of him up. Narrowly dodging capture. At the same time he messed up his form and was now hurtling out of control at her chin. Skittering he struggled trying to get back into form and couldn’t. He passed over her lips and buckled, expecting the hurricane again. This time the hurricane didn’t come. She allowed him to spin out onto her upper lip, laying on his belly. While she had a long smile, mixed with a bit of frustration from losing, he was gasping for air after the excitement he just had. Still his smile would come to mirror hers.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”