Your breath gets pushed out of your lungs as the lovers embrace, his muscular chest smothering you into her ample chest.
Just when you thought the giants had forgotten you, the fox's fingers appear, sliding you down his wife's body.

"Deep breaths". He advices.

He watched the little wolf kiss and grovel and beg at his feet, vaguely making out words like 'my god' or 'master'.

It would always be strange to him that some micros would pay to worship him as a god, but the stag needed the cash and it was harmless enough.

She watched him dangle her boyfriend, or ex boyfriend, over the opening, his pleas barely audible over the bar music. With a smirk, the fox dropped the shrunken male into his pants, snapping them shut before turning his gaze towards her.

"So, I hear you're single?"

"I wasn't too rough last night, was I?" The tiger mused, pulling him in closer.

"Not at all." The cat sighed. "In fact you cou-" his eyes locked onto the object on his desk. The micro city in his care, uncovered. His face lit up red. Again, he'd forgotten to cover it.

Thick fingers pluck your shrunken body off the ground, the manager holding you to his face.

"This listing is for normal sized applicants, we've got a no cloaker policy." the suited tiger chuckles, his free hand loosening his belt. "Though I do have an opening for you."

"Hey! Wanna come to my place and have some real fun?"

They stare up at the massive wolf, her boyfriend fuming at the sheer audacity of hitting on his girl in front of him, while she kept her cool "I'm already with someone."

The wolf nods. "I was asking both of you."

Lightly pressed by a finger into the soft fur, feeling the firm muscle underneath, his heart thumping in his chest.
With a chuckle he slides you down, across the toned stomach, until you feel thicker hair at your legs, and the smell of his excitement in the air.

Uh-dude? Is something squirming in your uh-"

The otter blinked and looked down at his groin where his friend was pointing, notably the person shaped bulge struggling to move against his package. "Yep. Would you believe the guy is paying per the hour for this?"

Proper macro etiquette when encountering another macro during a city rampage is to share the city, perhaps make a fun contest out of it or engage in co-op rampaging...

...unless they're smaller than you, than you can just stomp them like any other micro.

As you walk into the gym shower after your workout, you stumble upon a strange sight. It was that jerk otter that had been strutting around the gym, hogging the equipment, except he was barely palm sized and dangling from a string with a sign reading 'Communal sponge'

He pulls out the shorts elastic, revealing the rude lion plastered to his length.

"Please! I-I'm sorry I called you short, just let-" a loud snap cuts off the lions pleas as the mouse releases his waistband.  It's good that he's sorry, it won't save him though.

He stopped and stared at the tiny plane flying past his nose.
While other macros felt it was rude to expect them to stand still and be oogled like some landmark, he loved imagining all the awestruck passengers faces as they saw him.
How easy it was to impress micros.

Your phone pings. You open the message to a picture of a familiar husky, pinned between two fingers, his face beet red.
'Is that Dave!!?' You hastily type.
Another ping.
TinyMag: 'Lil guy came to me begging to be shrunk'
TinyMag: 'What should I do with him?'

Size Haikus?

Feet stomping micros
Stepping on all of the small
They're completely flat

"It was an accident." The fox chirps.

"H-how do you step on a house by accident?" You balk. "Twice?!"

The amber furred giant shrugs and hides a smirk. "I'm real sorry about that, I'll make it up to ya. You can crash at my place till it gets fixed. It'll be fun."

He felt tiny lips against his thumb and gave the tiny cat a calculated squeeze, feeling the tiny feline shiver in his grip.
Of course, he'd be as gentle possible, it took tremendous trust to become his willing plaything and the wolf always took good care of his toys.