Heyas...
     Here it is, at long last, finished.  There are a lot of things that I 
don't quite like about it, but I'll come to it later once I get more 
experience writing some stuff and whatnot.

-- Wurragurr

******
The Old Apartment

      "Well, here we are, roo.  It's not much, but it's what I'll be calling 
home from now on."  Duncan, the giant green-furred kangaroo, ducked through 
the ultra-wide double doors and into the gymnasium that doubled as his 
apartment.  He nursed his left forepaw carefully, mindful of the cargo he 
held there.
      He stood up to his full ten-story height and looked down at the small 
red kangaroo in his grip.  The little fur peeked over Duncan's thick finger 
and wrinkled his nose, taking in the almost overwhelming musk of the room's 
occupant as it smothered the relatively light scent of pine that wafted from 
the floor and compacted bleachers.  Duncan wondered if his diminutive 
companion could notice the lingering trace of the other furs who had 
visited.  They most likely wouldn't be from any fur he'd recognize, but if 
his mate knew he wasn't the first to see the new apartment, Duncan knew he'd 
never live it down.
      If Rappaport did notice, he didn't say anything.  Duncan followed the 
smaller roo's eyes as they scanned the gutted gymnasium.  The pastel blue 
walls were marred and peeling where the scoreboards and various flags and 
banners used to be.  The floors were cracked and splintered from the 
unearthly pressure they were made to endure.  There was no furniture to 
speak of save for the small mountain of bushes, trees and dirt that served 
as Duncan's bed.  Nothing else that any fur (or several) could be reasonably 
expected to make would possibly hold the giant roo.  It may have been a 
dump, but it was the best he could do.  He hoped Rappaport would see things 
his way.
      "So," the big roo boomed, trying to sound as casual as possible, "what 
do you think?"
      He looked down at Rappaport as the smaller macropod twisted himself in 
the giant fist to face his mate.  Duncan helpfully opened his paw to let his 
tiny companion sit on his palm, to which he smiled and scritched gratefully. 
  His eyes, however, could not hide his disappointment.
      "Couldn't find anything else, could you?" he cooed, in what Duncan 
could only assume was his "I'm trying to be sympathetic, really." tone.
      The great roo sighed and shook his head, leaning back on his tail.  He 
cringed slightly as the floor snapped and groaned in protest.  His new 
landlord would not be happy about the wood's condition, but it really 
couldn't be helped.  He only hoped his super could provide new, stronger 
floors.
      He had also hoped that the other kangaroo would be a bit more 
understanding about his situation.  It wasn't exactly easy for a 
hundred-foot-tall kangaroo to find a land owner who wouldn't cower or run 
away at the sight of him, let alone one willing to rent out sufficient 
housing to such an unusual client.  The gym's owner wasn't gung-ho about the 
idea at first, and he only acquiesced after both parties hammered out an 
agreement that Duncan would keep the place in top condition and provide his 
own security.  He wasn't really thrilled about it, but he had to take what 
he could get.
      The giant boomer lifted his paw to his muzzle, bringing his nose 
within inches away from Rappaport.  The small furry squeaked and whirred in 
that curious way of his, reaching up to rub the heavy black surface with 
nimble claws.  Duncan chuckled and rumbled obligingly, nuzzling with a 
gentle lilt.  Even with such a soft touch, he still pushed Rappaport along 
his vast palmpad quite easily.  Any other fur would have been a bit 
overwhelmed by this, but the smaller roo just squealed delightedly and 
wrapped his body around what he could of the enormous snout.
      It never ceased to amaze Duncan how enthralled Rappaport was with the 
outstanding size difference between the two.  The small roo often made a 
playground out of the green megaroo, ending up in situations that other furs 
wouldn't even dream of putting themselves intentionally.  It was a 
quasi-masochistic worship that bordered on the bizarre, but Duncan 
appreciated the odd attraction anyway.
      He flickered out his broad, heavy tongue, completely covering his nose 
and trapping Rappaport between the two.  The little macropod chuffed and 
writhed, laughing shrilly between the two moist surfaces.  Duncan chuckled 
and left his tongue there for a moment or two, feeling the small prisoner 
struggle beneath it.  Despite his eccentric and sometimes difficult nature, 
Rappaport was a truly fun companion.  He had an almost frightening array of 
salves and potions designed to alter the size and shape of the body and its 
various parts.  Duncan didn't know where the tiny marsupial got such an 
endless and varied supply, but he did know the potions were used to eke out 
an ‘honest' living in a small physical augmentation business.  However, 
Duncan also knew that Rappaport mainly earned his reputation from the 
‘extracurricular' activities he so frequently partook of.  It was these 
off-the-cuff sessions where he made his name as a hopeless size queen, and 
rightfully so.  If the kangaroo was even remotely interested in you at all, 
you could bet your tail that you would be on the receiving end of his 
creative juices sooner or later.
      Duncan tried his best not to sneeze as his diminutive partner climbed 
up onto his nostril, eventually clambering up to the bridge of his nose.  He 
whirred, scritching the fuzzy green pelt under him and gazing into the huge 
yellow eyes that towered over him.  "What are you thinking about, roo?"
      The massive kangaroo shrugged lightly, but the remembered the fellow 
on his muzzle wouldn't be able to notice from that lofty position.  "Just 
thinking about how I'm ever going to keep this place in the position that 
Smithed wants."
      Rappaport asked and rubbed the extensive bridge of his friend's nose.  
"One of ye old conditions from the landlord, hmm?"
      Duncan nodded, plucking up the tiny roo between two claws and ambling 
into the classic marsupial lounge position.  The floor heaved some more, and 
he brushed aside a few splinters that dug into his side before settling down 
and plunking his friend down onto his chest.  "Yeah, but I've failed 
miserably at it so far."
      His mate nestled into the thick chestfur and cooed sympathetically.  
"I still say you should have moved into one of those caves over in the 
northern forests."
      "No dice, roo," Duncan chuckled.  "Most of those caves are too small 
and bears have taken them all anyway."
      Rappaport scritched one of the giant's huge pectorals, batting the 
skin underneath playfully.
"Oh, please.  You know as well as I do that you can take a few bears pretty 
easily."
      Duncan shrugged lightly.  "Maybe, but then there'd be a lot of 
pissed-off bears who'd want revenge."  He poked his rakish companion with a 
massive, blunt claw.  "And all they'd have to do is come to you for the 
potion to settle the score."
      "But you know I'd never give someone something like that if they were 
going to use it to hurt you."  The small roo hugged the claw and pouted a 
bit.
      "Well, maybe not, but if they forced themselves on you, there wouldn't 
be a whole lot you could do.  You're tiny."  Duncan scritched the two-foot 
marsupial on the chest to emphasize the point.
      Rappaport whirred and smiled, but the megaroo didn't know if that was 
from the scritching or the image he just created.  "Ah, but that's exactly 
why I've kept a stash hidden just for you."  He gave a graciously flirty 
wink, grinning oddly.
      Duncan raised a brow.  "You did?"
      "Um, yah."  The small roo chirped confusedly up at the larger one.  
"Don't you remember?"
      "Um, you never told me."  The giant playfully pressed down with his 
finger, masking his mate into his fur.
      Rappaport squeaked, pushing back against the thick digit.  "I didn't?  
Are you sure?"
      "I would have remembered something like that, I'm sure."  Duncan 
pushed a bit harder over his companion.  The sensation was a bit odd, but 
strangely familiar as well.  He imagined it must be what having an insect 
under your thumb felt like.
      "You mean I never told you where they were?" came the muffled query 
from somewhere inside Duncan's chestfur.
      "Nope, never had a clue," he answered, rolling the tiny roo under his 
clawtip.
      "Aww, nuts!"  Rappaport kicked under the broad fingertip, despite his 
whirring.
      Duncan raised a brow as he rolled his companion about.  "Something 
wrong, roo?  You didn't forget where you hid them, did you?"
      The marsupial inside the thick forest of chestfur writhed against the 
giant finger, and suddenly stopped with a small sigh.  "Yes."
      The giant roo chuckled rumblingly.  "Well, I suppose you know what to 
do now."
      Rappaport shifted under the massive digit.  "Yeah.  I've got to hide 
another batch."
      "And don't forget to tell me where you stashed them."  Duncan poked 
the small fur, smirking.  "For your protection, of course."
      The little macropod peeked over the surface of the green pelt, putting 
his tiny paws on either side of the torso-thick claw.  "Hey, where would be 
a good hiding place for a bunch of expansion potions?"
      The megaroo shrugged thoughtfully.  "You got me, roo.  I've never 
needed to hide anything, really."
      "Bah, what good are you?"  With a flourish, the small fur ducked back 
down into Duncan's fur and wiggled out from under his finger.
      "Um, what are you doing?"  The giant roo blinked, peering down at the 
trail of misplaced fur that steadily grew.
      Rappaport giggled and planted a tiny nose on the surface of the chest. 
  "I'm finding a good hiding spot, silly!"  He travailed down slowly and to 
the left, nuzzling against a nipple.  "I wonder, is this a good place?"
      Duncan chuckled, a bit surprised.  He mrred softly, a slight smile 
spreading across his great muzzle.  "Um, I don't think so."
      The little kangaroo scratched his chin and ducked back down into the 
furry carpet.  After a few more moments of micro-paws trekking down his 
chest, there was a sudden stop right underneath his massive ribcage.  "How 
about here?"
      Duncan chuckled and shook his head.  "Nope."
      Rappaport scrabbled up onto the giant's slightly paunchy stomach and 
crawled over against his side, tickling all the while in an obviously 
intentional manner.  "Here?"
      The titan laughed, but not too much as to cause a lot of rumbling over 
his tum.  "Not even close."
      The trail of fur curved again, this time over the gently rising and 
falling mountain that was Duncan's stomach.  He could feel a tiny nose 
sniffling down into his belly button, the small roo diving down into the 
great chasm.  He growfed and squirmed, the floor under him creaking anew.  
"Don't even think about it," he rumbled.
      Rappaport's head popped back into view, the expression on his face 
more than a little perplexed.  "Then where?"  A sudden realization came to 
him, and he soon disappeared beneath the furry canopy.  He giggled in the 
manner he did when he was onto something.  "Hey, I know!"
      Duncan hrrfed, feeling the slight tickle beeline lower between his 
immense thighs.  "Where're you going, roo?"
      The mouse-sized macropod poked his head up in front of the towering 
lip of Duncan's sheath.  There was a twinkle in his eye to accompany the 
mischievous grin plastered across his muzzle.  "I think I've found the 
perfect hiding spot."  With that, he darted into the gaping tunnel.
      Duncan chuffed, then chuckled, his pleasant rumbling growing steadily 
louder as he felt his diminutive friend settle against his sleeping shaft.  
He smiled and poked at his slowly warming member.  "I don't think that's 
such a good place to hide stuff."
      A muffled squeak came from the furry sleeve as Rappaport squirmed 
under the heavy finger.  "It isn't?"
      The green-furred megaroo closed his eyes and leaned back, oblivious to 
the sound of crunching lumber. "No.  There wouldn't be space for it all the 
time."  Duncan mrred as the blood flow to his shaft increased, warming and 
cramping the wide tunnel.
      Rappaport giggles, showering the growing erection with a barrage of 
tiny licks and nuzzles.  "And I wonder why that would be, hmm?"  He rubbed 
the still-hidden cock expertly, fingering up the middle of his underside.
      Duncan's rod slipped out of his sheath, the small roo clinging to it 
making a slight impression under the swollen jacket.  "I don't know...could 
it be because of a certain yiffy roo who likes to take advantage of certain 
size differences?"
      The little roo chuckled, rubbing the huge member as it continued to 
expand along the stomach of his oversized friend.  "I don't know what you're 
talking about."
      "Oh, I think you do."  The giant smirked and reached down, cupping his 
sac as his full erection throbbed visibly, the tip leaking precum lazily 
just under his broad chest.  His forearm rubbed against Rappaport, sliding 
him gently on his lightly slickened shaft.
      The tiny fur purred, arching his back up against the gigantic forearm. 
  He slid back towards the monster erection slowly, his own excitement 
barely felt on his lover's slippery, sensitive skin.  He rubbed the 
throbbing flesh with all four paws, nuzzling what he knew to be a 
particularly sensitive spot.  "Nope, I really don't know anything about 
that.  I try to be completely innocent of such filthy ideas."
      Duncan took in a sharp breath as the smallish roo stroked and caressed 
his raging member, opening his eyes to look down at his flesh.  "Innocent is 
one thing you're not."
      Rappaport leaned over and zerberted the expansive underside.  "Am 
too!"
      "Oh, really?  Would an innocent roo end up in a spot like this?"  
Duncan lifted his paw from his full, heavy sac and gripped his rod, trapping 
the fur underneath it.
      Rappaport squeaked in delight, pressing himself as tightly as he could 
to the towering spire, kneading the pulsing skin for all he was worth.  
Duncan could barely make out an almost inaudible reply from the little one, 
but the details were garbled between muzzle-fulls of precum and hard giant 
roo-cock and quickly lost under the deafening whirr of the monster that 
filled the room with his thick musk.
      The giant kangaroo spread his impressive haunches, his claws scraping 
more paint from the walls as the floor buckled and snapped.  His tail 
thumped on the fractured wood, sending splinters dancing through the air.  
He gripped his immense erection firmly and began stroking Rappaport along 
its length.  The matted marsupial slid easily over the full member, licking 
and rubbing feverishly.  He redoubled his efforts as he reached the 
overflowing shaft head, sending the giant into higher and higher levels of 
passion.  Precum gushed rapidly from the yawning slit, covering the strong 
paw and the minute toy under it.
      Rappaport squealed shrilly as he came, the pressure of being 
sandwiched between his mate's paw and monstrous shaft as well as the intense 
feeling of being bathed in gallons of his musky fluids enough to send the 
soaked roo over the edge.  Duncan felt a small tickle slide up his length, 
sending up an immense ripple that quaked his entire body.  The small 
marsupial froze and shivered a few moments as the force of his orgasm took 
him.  Soon after he returned to the offensive, licking and kneading the 
slippery surface of his raging shaft.
      Duncan traveled the length of his cock a few more times, his enormous 
sac clenching in anticipation.  He quickly flipped Rappaport to the very tip 
of his pulsing head, letting his flowing precum cover his small lover 
completely.  His thumb rubbed underneath the swollen member, driving the 
titan up into the throes of ecstasy...
      With an audible rumble, untold hundreds of gallons of Duncan's seed 
exploded out of his slit, sending his tiny friend through the air.  
Rappaport landed with a wet smack on the titan's heaving chest, watching as 
the huge tower spurted wildly, covering the green fur on his mate's chest 
and neck, gracing the floor with copious amounts.  The titanic roo grunted 
and shivered as he let himself be lost in his intense climax.  The blue 
pastel walls were splashed with white as the giant cock rained down on the 
splintered floors and bleachers.
      After a few long moments, the orgasm subsided.  Duncan's spent shaft 
slowed to a lazy trickle as he stretched carefully, crushing the wrecked 
floor further.  He panted softly and lifted Rappaport, smirking at the 
cum-covered roo.  "You always know why you shouldn't hide things on my body. 
  Innocent indeed."  He set to task licking the small fur clean.
     Rappaport giggled and squirmed under the broad tongue.  He opened his 
mouth to say something, but he was cut off by a startled scream and a loud 
splat.
     Both kangaroos turned sharply, ears perked as they peered through the 
bright sunlight that filtered into the room.  Standing right before the 
ultra-wide double doors, covered from ear to paw in a generous dollop of 
Duncan's seed, fumed Smiley the landlord.
     The giant's eyes widened and his chest grew tight.  He flustered and 
scrambled to his feet, his brightly crimson orthoepist scraping the ceiling. 
  He still panted as he fumbled for a suitable explanation.  "Um...er, 
ah..." was the best he could manage.
     "What the hell is going on here?" the landlord bellowed.  His rage was 
evident as his face turned a blotchy red even through his orange fur, his 
entire body quivering, ropes of sticky fluid collecting around him in a 
small puddle.
     "Ah, um..." Duncan articulated.
     "Well, arm..." added Rappaport.
     "Never mind!" the fox barked suddenly.  "I don't even want to think 
about it!"  Smiley wiped his face, spattering the collected fluids onto the 
floor.  "All I know is that everything, including myself, is covered in some 
sticky, white..."  He growled, sputtering a bit.
     Rappaport giggled, but quickly checked himself.  It was too little, too 
late, however; the vulpine caught him, his rage only heightened.
     "What the hell do you think is so funny?  Do you know how much damage 
you've done?  Do you know how much it'll cost to clean this up??"  The old 
fox was practically snarling, his paws busily working to clean his fur.
     "But--but wait!  I can explain!" the green kangaroo stammered, having 
finally found his voice again.
     Smiley barked angrily and raised his paw.  "I said, I don't want to 
hear it!"  He glared at the two kangaroos furiously.  "Now, I'll say this 
one time, and one time only.  Get out of here.  Now."
     "But wait a minute..." Rappaport squeaked in protest.
     "I said get out of here!"  He jerked so violently towards the door that 
he almost slipped again in the thick pool.
     Duncan opened his mouth to say something, but a warning growl from 
Smiley promptly hushed him.  The fox looked angry enough to try to attack 
him, and the big roo didn't feel like stomping on his ex-landlord.  He 
sighed and squeezed Rappaport in his paw, turning for the door.  "Come on, 
roo.  Let's go."
     Smiley watched as the pair ducked out of the ruined gymnasium and 
headed towards the late afternoon sun, his bare paws squishing and sticking 
to the splintered wood floors.
     "And I'm keeping your deposit, too."

x          X          x

     "Oh, come on, roo.  I know you could have taken an old fox like him.  I 
mean, he's tiny.  You cold have stomped him!  It would have been easy for 
such a big, strapping roo."  Rappaport and Duncan stopped to browse in a 
forest they had stumbled upon during their search for a cave big and empty 
enough to house them.
     Duncan shook his head, lifting up a maple branch for his small mate.  
"Why, so a bunch of foxes can steal potions from you?  No thanks.  Besides," 
he smirked, poking the roo, "how do we know they weren't hidden somewhere in 
the gym?"
     Rappaport mrrped, nearly poked off of the giant shoulder he was perched 
on.  He grabbed the large branch and fiddled about with it for a few moments 
before passing it along.  "Well, I would have remembered *that*.  At least, 
I think I would have."  His eartips blushed a soft pink.
     The giant kangaroo shrugged and gulped down the maple noisily.  He 
swished it around a bit, chuffing at the odd taste.  No wonder Rappaport 
wasn't eating much; everything tasted funny for some reason.  "It's a moot 
point now anyway, I guess."  He rocked back on his heels and turned 
westward, where he heard rumors of a few spacious caves that were recently 
vacated.
     The smaller furry cooed softly and hugged his mate's neck.  "Oh, don't 
worry, roo.  I know we'll find a place to crash soon."
     Duncan mrrped questioningly.  "How do you know that?"
     Rappaport smiled in that odd, mysteriously manner of his.  "I just 
know."
     The green marsupial arched a brow and poked his companion.  "Cryptic 
roo."  His tiny passenger just gave him a knowing grin, but didn't offer up 
any more information on the subject.  The giant shrugged it off as one of 
those things that would rack his brain if he thought about it too long, so 
he hopped off, figuring he would about it soon enough.
     The two traveled for a little over an hour, into a particularly dense, 
almost claustrophobic, patch of forest as they neared the foot of a small 
mountain.  The trees seemed strange for some reason, and that left Duncan 
with an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.  They were a lot taller 
for one thing, and for a rarity the megaroo was lost under them.  This made 
it rather difficult to get his bearings, and only added to his general 
unease.  It could have all been due to the bad trees he ate earlier, and he 
was sure they weren't helping at the very least.  Whatever it was, something 
just wasn't sitting quite right...
     Rappaport squealed and clung to Duncan's shoulder as he stumbled over a 
small bush.  "Roo?" he blinked over at the great muzzle with a bit of 
concern.  "Are you OK?"
     The giant kangaroo rubbed his eyes and grunted as he attempted to 
balance himself.  "Yeah, I'm fine.  Just felt a little woozy."
     Small paws reached over to the thick neck and scritched through the 
fur.  "Woozy?  Are you sure you're OK?"
     "I'm straight...just feel strange..."  Duncan gazed over at the tiny 
macropod and blinked foggily.  The little roo seemed to be a bit larger, 
just enough to be noticeable.  He plucked his friend off his shoulder and 
studied him for a moment, his brow furrowed as he tried to see through the 
rapidly thickening haze.
     Rappaport was indeed getting bigger.  The tiny marsupial warped and 
twisted larger as the dazed roo watched on, expanding slowly over the vast 
space of his palmpad.  Duncan looked up, more than a bit confused.  The 
whole world around him seemed to dance and bend, looming ever- higher in 
some bizarre arboreal dream scape.
     The giant looked back down at the fur in his paw, still exploding 
larger in slow motion.  He burped and swayed, the encroaching fog suggesting 
that he might have nibbled a few mushrooms with his maple.  "Rappaport?  
What's happening?  You're...growing..."
     The forest had doubled its size by now along with the kangaroo.  He 
began to smile knowingly to his bewildered friend.  "I don't think I'm 
growing, roo."
     Duncan looked around him, up at the passively expanding treetops, weak 
afternoon sun poking into the increasingly unreachable canopy.  He looked 
down at the ground, which seemed to approach him slowly, widening beyond his 
field of vision as it grew more and more vivid and detailed.  He then looked 
back at the lazily growing roo as his mind raced to push aside the thick fog 
that clouded his vision.  Something was happening here.  Some kind of size 
change was taking place, of that much he was certain.  So if Rappaport 
wasn't growing, then that means he must be...
     "Hey, wait a minute!  I'm shrinking!" Duncan's brain suddenly snapped 
to attention as he dwindled below 20 feet.
     Rappaport giggled and clapped, hopping in the slowly diminishing paw.  
"Bingo!  How'd you guess?"
     "It was a shot in the , um...dark.  Ugh," Duncan mumbled, still feeling 
quite odd after his mind sobered up.  He set the smaller kangaroo down, even 
that much effort sending his mind spiraling and threatening to steal his 
balance.  He groaned softly and squeezed his eyes shut as the world 
continued to stretch lopsidedly.
     The little macropod grinned as he watched Duncan shrink to 15 feet, 
leaning over to pat a progressively smaller ankle.  "Well, I know the reason 
you were having so much trouble finding a place was your size.  I figured 
that if we got rid of that one small problem then home hunting would be 
easy."  He looked up at his mate winsomely.  "Smart, huh?"
     Duncan's yellow eyes tried to adjust to the relentlessly changing view 
of the area, the trees still skewing upwards at sharp angles.  He burped and 
hiccuped at the same time as he focused down on Rappaport, a weird sensation 
he wasn't entirely sure he needed to experience.  "Oh, so that's why you did 
this?  For my best interests, of course."  He tried to sound sarcastic, but 
he was still too disoriented to pull it off correctly.
     Rappaport rolled his eyes deceptively as Duncan's height again lessened 
to just above 10 feet.  "Well, erm, yes...among other things."
     The shrinking roo burped again, leaning back on his tail heavily to 
steady himself.  "What?  What other things?"
     "Ah, they're not really important.  The important thing is that now 
it'll be easy to find a place, right?"
     Duncan crossed his arms and stared down at the small one.  At just 
under 6 feet tall and shrinking, he still managed a menacing loom despite 
being so shaky.  "Uh-uh.  Don't think you're getting off that easy, roo.  I 
still want to know about these other reasons you're talking about."
     Rappaport chuckled and winked.  "Well, they're just these reasons, you 
know?"
     The green kangaroo resisted the urge to grab his companion.  "And would 
you care to tell me about any of those reasons?"
     The steadily growing marsupial smirked at the 3-feet-and-shrinking 
Duncan.  He looked more and more impressive as the other fur grew smaller, 
the unseen physique making itself shown under the soft russet fur.  He 
looked up in mock thoughtfulness, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous 
smile.  "Um...no."
     Muscles seemed to leap and bulge out of Rappaport as Duncan continued 
to shrink.  Despite his small size, the roo had obviously taken good care of 
his body.  His downy pet belied his power, which only seemed to increase 
rapidly as the green roo shrunk to just two feet tall.
     The pair's eyes met for a brief instant as their size matched.  
Duncan's eyes betrayed his rising worry and shock, while Rappaport's 
displayed his confidence and mischief.  The red kangaroo's head tilted 
downward as his mare grew even smaller.
     Duncan faded to a mere 1' tall, arching his neck backwards as he looked 
up at the once-smaller kangaroo.  He had lost any power he may have had in 
the conversation, and along with that his care about the subject had dulled 
as well.  He shrugged as he leaned back further to look up at Rappaport.  
"Never mind, then."
     The large red roo chuckled.  "Have any ideas about it, roo?"
     The 6" shrunken giant shook his head.  "Not a clue what any of this is 
for."  He broke out in a slow, broad smile.  "But I might as well enjoy this 
while it lasts."
     Rappaport whirred, returning the smile.  "Come on, aren't you just the 
least bit curious?"  He picked up the tiny green kangaroo, bringing him to 
eye level in two steady paws.
     Duncan upped and smiled, shrugging helplessly as his mind fully began 
to clear of its purple haze, though he was still a bit disoriented from the 
massive shift in perspective.  As far as he could tell, all shrinking had 
stopped, leaving him barely two inches tall.  He placed minute paws on the 
curve of Rappaport's finger and marred, enjoying his new vantage point.  
"Well, I am wondering, but I guess if you don't tell me I'll never know."
     "Poor roo," Rappaport cooed as he slid his partner down the length of 
his warm, sleek body.  Duncan squeaked, rumbling softly as he suddenly found 
himself stuffed in the small roo's generous sheath.  "If you're good, maybe 
some day I'll tell you this is payback for letting other furs see the old 
apartment before I did."
     Rappaport stopped as Duncan giggled.  "Hey, wait a minute..."