Five hundred channels, and never anything good to watch. Jared did enough food deliveries the last two weeks to cover his bills the rest of the month. The fox really needed to get a hobby. He saw a channel with some show about a micro gray cat that claimed he used to be twice the size of his mouse roommate. Something about shrinking down to his current size in one day. The show was called Stories of Size. It was a little interesting. Before the fox could get focused on the show, there was a knock. “I'm coming!” Jared shouted as he got off the couch. He made his way over to the door.

Peering through the eye-hole, Jared saw a pair of bunny ears. He quickly brushed off his clothes and checked his breath. “Hey Hank!” the fox said as he opened the door. “Come on in!” he gestured to the bunny. Hank walked in, laundry basket in his arms.

Hank was a yellow bunny that lived across the hall. They were roughly the same height. The bunny however, was bit on the chubby side. A belly that hung over his waist. Thighs thicker than Jared's could ever be. With a fetish for chubby bunnies, the fox had the perfect neighbor to fantasize about. Though he would never tell the bunny about it. Not until he works up the courage to ask him out. For now, this current arrangement would have to do.

“Can I borrow your washer again Jared?” asked Hank. The fox smiled, and pointed to the washer. “You know you never have to ask.” he said. The bunny walked over to the washer in the corner past the kitchen. This fox couldn't help but watch as the girth of the handsome bunny would lightly bounce with each step. The clothes were put in. A light sniff was given to the shirt he was wearing. The shirt was peeled off, then went in as well. Jared pressed himself against his kitchen island to hide his very physical sign of excitement. Hank started the washer, then walked over to the opposite side of the island. The fox had to exert serious amounts of self-control when the bunny pushed his belly onto the table. “Thanks Jared.” the bunny said. “My team has a huge tournament coming up in a new e-sports league. The trip to the laundromat would've taken away so much training time.”

Hank was a professional e-sports player. He was proficient in numerous games. Jared had a vague interest in e-sports. Mostly just to watch Hank. He didn't understand anything the bunny was talking about, but watching him talk was enough for him. They were quickly interrupted. A loud ring came from the bunny's pocket. He pulled out his phone. His eyes went wide. “Is something wrong Hank?” the fox asked. “Yeah, the team wants to have a meeting and have another training session. I won't have enough time to finish cleaning my clothes.”

Finally. The opportunity he was waiting for. The moment for executing his plan. The fox had a big grin on his face. “Well, I can finish your clothes for you.” Jared said. “No,” responded Hank “I won't force you to clean my clothes for me. The team can wait.” Jared walked around the kitchen island. He placed his right hand on Hank's left shoulder. “I don't mind at all Hank. Your team needs you. I can finish this stuff for you.”

Jared suddenly found himself wrapped up in a huge hug. The bunny wrapped his thick arms around the fox. For a moment, he was distracted by the feeling of being surrounded by the bunny. He was thanked over and over again. The bunny was out the door almost as soon as the fox's feet hit the floor. Poor Jared was dazed and excited from the hug. Feeling the bunny's soft chubby body press against his skinny and inferior one. The sensation of being swathed by such a superior breadth. The emotion running through the fox's mind was pure desire. He knew fetishizing his neighbor was wrong. Beyond e-sports and junk food, he knew little about Hank. Jared wondered about this a week ago. That's why he decided to plan. Plan to get close to the bunny. A different perspective so to speak.

The first part of the plan required the clothes to get finished. His washer-dryer combo would automatically dry the clothes when the washing half was done. So all he had to do was wait. In the meantime, he could go over his plan again. It was his first time doing something like this. He was admittedly nervous. He never shrunk himself before. At least by himself. Of course he'd been the victim of a shrinking prank once in awhile. Never before had he shrunk himself to spy on someone. He wanted to know more about Hank. Jared was far too shy to ask such potentially personal things. With this plan, he could safely observe the bunny. There were no micros on their apartment floor, so no one ever looks down.

Jared looked to his coffee table. He sat back down on the couch to observe three spherical glass bottles. Two were the size of baseballs. One was filled with a gray liquid. The second was filled with a dark green liquid. The third was a light green liquid, and the bottle was small enough for him to wrap his fingers around it. These were the potions he commissioned from a local apothecary. He found said apothecary when he was picking up a cake for his neighbor from Reed's Cakery. The owner's brother Jason, made potions as a side gig. He sported a pair of breasts the size of basketballs as proof of the potency of his potion work. The potions were a tad pricey, but the reviews from the hyena's past clients did give him legitimacy. Each potion had a purpose in his plan. The gray potion would make him unable to be felt by anyone who didn't see him. Useful for having to climb someone. The dark green potion was for shrinking. It was a full strength potion that would last two hours. The light green potion was the same shrinking potion, but a much shorter effect. A few minutes. A “free preview” the hyena called it. Looking over to the washer, it would give him thirty minutes to get ready after he was done.

The light green potion was drunk in a few gulps. It had an aftertaste of pear. Not his favorite flavor. As his clothes loosened, he made a mental note to include a specific flavor in his future potion commissions. As he slid off of the couch, he wondered if he should've checked if the reviews were from real customers. When his pants fell off, he knew he was pretty much past the point of return. The potion must've had a delayed effect, because Jared began to rapidly dwindle away. His clothes expanded before his eyes. The fox gave himself a moment to recollect his thoughts. Looking up, the head hole of his shirt made him feel like he was at the bottom of a well. It was intimidating. It took him a minute or so to climb out. Hiding in Hank's clean clothes would be a cinch at this size.

As he clambered down from his clothes, the new perspective of his apartment was taken in. This new size would be useful for observing Hank. Learn more about him to see how they can relate. While a normal person could just talk to him, direct communication was not the fox's strong suit. Just seeing the bunny made poor Jared very distracted. Spying on someone while small was something that intrigued him. One desire mixed with one interest leads to a simple solution.

A walk to the kitchen sounded like a good idea. Something to do while waiting for the potion to wear off. Besides the delayed effect, the potion worked well. Something to note in the review, but definitely a solid five star experience so far. Independent apothecaries always get a bad rap. Jared blamed mas-produced potion pricing. As his body tingled, the fox wondered if he should make the review before or after his escapades. As the ground grew distant, he decided it would be best to wait until he's had the full experience. As he became eye level with the top of the couch, the walk to the washer was much quicker. He had just made it to the washer-dryer as his full size returned. It was in the middle of switching itself to dryer mode. He walked back to the couch. Jared pulled his underwear out of his clothes he had just climbed out of. He pulled them onto his exposed body. Plopping down onto his couch, he decided to watch some tv until the clothes were finished.

It felt weird being normal size just after being shrunk. It was like a sinking feeling in your stomach that it would wear off at any moment. Like his full size didn't feel right. It was something he ignored as a loud buzz was heard. The clothes were finally done. Jared got off the couch and walked over to the dryer. He pulled the clothes out and placed them on top. He folded each piece of clothing, then placed it in the basket on the floor. It didn't take long to fold them all. He lifted the basket onto the kitchen island. He grabbed his phone off the counter by the sink. He opened a text to Hank.

Jared: Clothes are finished. I gotta run out and do some stuff. Door's unlocked for you. Lock it on your way out.

Hank: sweet! Thanks dude.

Jared put his phone back on the counter. He ran over to the couch. Both gray and green potions sat on the coffee table, ready. The fox pulled all his clothes off. Stark naked in his apartment and both potions in hand. He slammed down both drinks as fast as he could. A mix of pear and butter. He really should have requested better flavors. He placed the bottles back on the table. He ran back over to the clothes basket. As he dwindled past the height of his kitchen island, he heard the door to the bunny's apartment open and close. As he climbed into the basket, he was quickly eye level with the basket itself. His door opened as the now giant clothes enveloped him. The fox's world jostled as the handsome bunny lifted his laundry basket.

The puny fox couldn't help but peek through shirt folds as he heard the locking of his door. He poked his head out to see that Hank had his gargantuan belly hovering over the basket. As the bunny fiddled with the door, it was time to test the validity of the gray potion. Jared climbed out from the clothes. Standing on top of a sock, it was an impressive sight. The stomach lingered above like an ominous boulder. “Stupid lock.” rumbled Hank. The ominous boulder dropped suddenly as the frustrated bunny shoved his basket against the wall for better leverage. Not the test that was planned. Soft, warm, and intensely heavy. He felt his fingers wrap around the fur.

It was pure luck. Just as his grip was solidified on the fur, the basket dropped away from Jared. The poor fox was left hanging in the air! “I'll do it later.” said Hank as he tossed the basket off to the side. The small fox looked down. He saw thunderous thighs making long strides across the apartment floor. He had no sensible way of getting down. His luck however, wouldn't run out.

As the sizable bunny approached his computer, he stopped. Looking down again, Jared saw his salvation. Hank's gaming chair! He remembered the cute bunny always talking about how he loves the memory foam seat that never gives out under his weight. Gravity shifted. He was adjusting something before sitting down. He could land on the chair, and try to get to the floor. It would be much safer from the chair, given the ample carpet flooring. Jared let go of Hank's fur, free-falling. His fall was quickly stopped. The landing was as soft as expected. Now to get up and get to the floor. He needed a good spot to observe. His plans would have to change. An unfathomable shadow now rapidly grew around him. There was no time to react. The hefty bunny was about to sit down. On him.

There was intense pressure. If it wasn't for the generous amount of memory foam, the fun would've been over. Since he was essentially invisible, subtlety was unnecessary. He grabbed handfuls of mass. He wedged himself deeper and deeper. The softness of mass, shifted to the firmness of thighs. A gap could be felt. Shoving his body in between, Jared began to move up between the bunny thighs. It took a minute or so. He found himself escaped from his prison of mass. Now he was staring up at the bunny he so obsessed over. So focused on his game he didn't notice his ensmallened neighbor in his lap.

The gut he was previously acquainted with now sat in front of him. The rumbles of the bunny's voice lightly shook the collective torso. The temptation was strong. Both potions were well worth the money for he was about to do. Just this one thing before beginning his observation of the bunny. One action of enticement, then all serious.

Hank leaned back, a frustration from whatever happened in his game. Jared saw his opportunity. He quickly slid in under the belly. The heat radiated from the soon to be compact space. He could feel the bunny taking a deep breath before leaning forward. The tiny fox had a fraction of a second to take a breath as well. He found himself trapped between thighs and a soft place. He always wanted to get closer to his neighbor. Until he gained the courage to ask him out, this was a fair alternative. The intense pressure from the top was counteracted by the softness below him.

The trapped fox felt a vibration ripple through his body. Echoing through the squeezable prison, the loud sound of a crunch. He was listening to Hank eating chips. He could feel every crunch, every chew. Every swallow could be heard with crystal clear quality. With an ear pressed against the large belly, Jared could hear the light plop of the food entering his belly. While it was fun, this prison came with a caveat.

The fox was hungry. It only now just dawned on him he never ate lunch. He drank the potions, then went straight into this little adventure. Crawling out of the space was a challenge. He managed however. As he finally freed himself, Jared found himself encircled by a spread of crumbs. His lovely neighbor was quite the messy eater. These orange crumbs could help alleviate his hunger until he found a real meal.

A loud gong-like sound reverberated through the puny vulpine's ears. Looking up, he could see Hank removing his headset. “Taking a break guys. Pizza's here.” the bunny's voice rumbled. To avoid the previously precarious position, Jared clambered over to the left pocket of his neighbor's shorts. He got his hands on the edge just in time as gravity shifted again. With all the strength he can muster, the almost helpless fox gets into the pocket. He hears the rumblings of two giants. He pops out to see the bunny waving to the delivery mouse.

A pizza? At this size? It was almost too perfect. A hard step from Hank shook the grip the fox had. Everything moved around as the hungry bunny settled onto his couch for a meal. Jared succeed getting out of the pocket. The smell of the pizza overwhelmed him. It was from the cheap pizza place. Being smaller seemed to make it smell better than it ever did before.

Getting back on top of the thighs was simple. His prize was in the distance. Half the pizza was gone. Hank was a fast eater. He carefully, but quickly stepped across the left thigh. When crossing to the next thigh, his foot slipped. The bunny thighs tried to welcome him back to their embrace. He had to reject their offer. Food awaited. He just had to get free. It was right there! Without warning, the entrapped fox's view went cheese. A glob must have fallen off of Hank's pizza. No matter. Get free, then remove the cheese.

As quickly as the view had gone cheesy, it returned to normal. He feared the worst. Jared felt his body shiver. A sensation akin to the fizzling burn of soda going down your throat, but across his entire body. He could feel and hear it. Was a potion wearing off?

“What do we have here?” a voice rumbled. A massive index finger and thumb descended from above. The puny fox's body was pinched between them. His stomach sank as he rapidly ascended to the giant bunny's face. It seemed the gray potion stopped working. His hunger was his undoing. He saw a billboard-sized smile. The worst was feared.

Another loud gong was heard. This one was much less intense, so it was not the doorbell. Hank looked over to his computer. The bunny took his comparatively thunderous steps with the helpless fox in tow. He was plopped down on the desk. He was placed in front a computer monitor the size of a movie theater screen. When the fox turned around, the bunny was finishing washing his hands. He came back and sat down in front of the computer.

The fox wondered what was planned for him. Was the bunny he crushed on furious? Excited? Confused? The shrinking potion wouldn't wear off for awhile. His only choice was to sit down and observe the game being played.