Running through the ruins of a destroyed and abandoned city, an anthro femboy fox named Max could hear a thundering trail of loud, heavy footsteps approaching closer and closer, so he dared not look behind himself as he ran for his life.

Max quickly turned a corner at a broken stoplight, and ran down a slanted road that led to a dock by the water at the edge of the city. Max tried not to think of how everyone else had either been killed or evacuated the city so that he didn’t feel so alone. Max planned on leaping off of the dock as soon as he arrived so he could try to swim away as fast as he could, though he was hoping that maybe there was an abandoned boat waiting for him there that he could use to escape.

Max was running on his feet and getting closer and closer to the dock, with his heart beating faster when he heard the massive footsteps catching up to him. Right before he was about to make a break for it and leap off of the dock, several tremors caused by the heavy footsteps shook him up, down, and all around the dock, causing him to fall onto his chest.

Max panicked and turned his gaze around to look upon a massive anthro bat woman the size of a movie monster, towering right above his fallen form. The bat was wearing a black corset top that heavily emphasized her cleavage, combined with wearing a pair of denim shorts with her bellybutton exposed.

The bat gripped onto her black corset top with both of her hands, and then quickly pulled it off in one fell swoop. Max looked up and got a good look at the bat’s bare breasts, and saw several squished bodies that had been pressed into every inch of bat boobies, looking extremely tiny when compared to the massive woman. A couple of people even had their flattened bodies pressed over her nipples, surrounded by broken chunks of buildings that the bat had been rampaging through.

Realizing that the massive bat had practically been stomping and crushing all over the city’s citizens with her massive tits, Max wasn’t sure whether he should be terrified of getting squished by the bat, or immensely turned on, or maybe even a little bit of both. When his fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, he turned his attention towards the end of the dock again and tried to make a break for it.

Right before he was about to leap off the dock and plunge towards the cold waters below, Max was thrown off balance when the bat quickly leaned down and suddenly slammed both of her breasts against the ground. The fox turned his gaze up towards the sky to see the bat looking straight down at him, with her bare breasts hovering right above him.

“Oh, you naughty, naughty boy…” The giant bat teasingly cooed down to him. “Did you honestly think you would be able to escape my wrath? Wouldn’t it be so wonderful to feel your brains get knocked out by my big boobies, and become transformed into my mindless slave like all these lovely folks that I’ve crushed with my tits?” The bat used her hands to squeeze both of her boobs together so she could look more closely at all of the flattened bodies she had spread across her breasts.

“Ohhh… yes mistress…” All of the squished citizens moaned out in a daze. “We love that you knocked our brains out with your big boobies and forced us all to become your slaves…” The anthro people droned on in a simultaneous monotone.

While the bat was distracted by basking in the praise of her brainwashed admirers, Max tried crawling towards the edge of the dock without being noticed. Unfortunately, this didn’t work, as the bat immediately caught on to the fox trying to escape her. “Oops! I guess I got so distracted, that I almost accidentally let you slip out of my grasp!”

The giant bat suddenly leapt towards the ground so she could smack her boobs right on top of the crawling fox. She lifted herself up on her own two feet so she could look for the fox’s body over her breasts. She noticed that Max had slipped right into her cleavage relatively unharmed, though he had a bit of a dazed look upon his face.

Max vigorously shook his head to regain his senses, and noticed two anthro wolves, one a man and the other a woman, who were both stuck to the bat’s massive breasts. The two wolves were rapidly sucking on the bat’s nipples as if they had just found an oasis in a desert. “We love obeying whatever you say, mistress…” The two wolves pulled their mouths off of the bat’s nipples with loud, wet-sounding pops in order to speak to her.

Max looked right up at the bat’s smirking face from where he was squeezed between her boobs. “I can’t believe I missed!” The giant bat mischievously giggled as she pushed her hand into her cleavage to grab onto the tiny fox, before placing him down onto the ground right in front of her feet. The bat adjusted her position above Max, leaning over a little closer towards the ground while squeezing her boobies together again.

“I’m gonna aim myself better this time, and I’m not gonna miss again!” The massive bat mischievously laughed as she quickly dropped to her hands and knees so that her giant boobs whacked Max’s entire body. Max was soon surrounded by two massive furry globes that blocked out all light, being completely enveloped by a large cloak of darkness.

Max suddenly woke up in his bed in fright with a scream, quickly patting himself all over with his hands to make sure all of his body was still there. Max tore off the blanket that was covering his body, and continued patting down his mostly-naked body until his hand touched a very stiff lump that was stretching out the fabric of his underwear.

Max abruptly removed his hand with a surprised gasp as soon as it had made contact with his hard cock, though he just as abruptly placed his hand back on his dick, and started gently rubbing up and down his erect shaft. Max then saw a splotch of pre-cum forming and growing on the crotch of his underwear, so he ripped off his undies so he could start rubbing his bare cock.

As the femboy fox was rubbing his hand closer to the head of his penis with every stroke, he was thinking about all of the strange dreams he had been experiencing lately. Even stranger, all of his recent erotic dreams were focusing on his roommate, who was an anthro bat named Whitney. Max and Whitney had been living together for a few years now, and although Max had always acknowledged that Whitney was a very attractive woman, only recently was he starting to develop some pretty intense feelings for her.

Max was replaying the ending of his dream, where a movie monster-sized version of Whitney was repeatedly crushing his tiny body using her massive boobies, over and over again in his mind, as if he were constantly rewinding and rewatching a sexy scene from a VHS film. The fox was rubbing a clenched fist more quickly around his cock head, until he loudly came all over himself.

After Max cleaned up his mess and took a long hot shower, he dried off with a towel and dressed himself in an outfit that consisted of a blue-grey tank crop top, a red pleated skirt, and a pair of red-striped thigh highs that paired well with his skirt.

Max walked into the living room and was making his way past the couch that was facing the TV, when he noticed his busty bat roommate was sitting down on the couch watching some clothing fashion show on a streaming service. Max changed his direction so he could walk closer to the couch, and Whitney scooted herself towards one end of the couch to give Max some room to sit down next to her.

“Hey, I wanna watch this.” Max told Whitney when he took a seat next to her. “This show looks pretty cool.”

After a few minutes of both Max and Whitney watching the show together, their show was interrupted by an ad break. Max was just about to complain about the unskippable ad, until he realized that the commercial was advertising a handheld back-massaging device.

Max turned his attention from the TV over to his roommate Whitney, and for some inexplicable reason, the commercial for the back massager was instilling a craving within his heart to obediently rub the busty bat‘s tired shoulders in a very subservient way. This newfound craving was only exasperated when the fox saw Whitney reach back a hand to rub a light amount of pain out of one of her shoulders.

Max was desperately trying not to think of worshipping his roommate right then and there, just like all of Whitney’s slaves were doing in his odd dream. He was thinking to himself that if Whitney were to ask for or even command a shoulder rub from him, his resistance would instantly crumble and he would happily obey whatever she wanted from him.

The fox tried focusing his attention back on the TV screen, which was still playing the unusually long advertisement for the back-massaging device. Max was briefly startled when he felt Whitney lightly tap one of his shoulders with a single finger, so he broke his gaze from the screen to turn his attention back to the bat.

“So, I was wondering…” The busty bat started while fluttering her eyelashes towards the fox. “Would you mind giving me a little shoulder rub, sweetie?”

Several scenes from Max’s dream started flashing rapidly in his mind, and when he looked down at his own crotch, he noticed his own hardening bulge underneath his pleated skirt. Whitney noticed the fox’s inner turmoil, so she allowed a strap on her black corset top to slip off of her shoulder in order to entice Max.

Whitney shifted her position on the couch to allow Max to sit behind her so he could start rubbing both of her shoulders using his hands. Max was fervently rubbing the bat with a dazed smile now plastered on his mindless face, without a single ounce of resistance remaining in his heart.

“Of course I don’t mind rubbing your shoulders for you, mistr- I mean Whitney.” Max quickly corrected himself. “I love to do whatever you tell me to do.” He admitted with a hint of a monotone in his voice.

“Mmm… that sounds lovely…” Whitney happily sighed to herself as she relaxed a bit more into the femboy’s massage. The fox and the busty bat continued watching the fashion show together while Max didn’t miss a single beat of Whitney’s shoulder rub. The deeper Max got into his massaging of his roommate, the closer his hands were reaching to the front of the bat’s breasts.

Max shut his eyes tightly as he fantasized about massaging Whitney’s tits from behind, desperately waiting with bated breath for his new mistress to issue him the command to do so. Whitney turned her face from the TV screen so she could whisper into the femboy’s ear. “What are you waiting for? I’d love for you to move your hands away from my shoulders so you can start rubbing my titties instead, if you’d like sweetie.” Whitney let out a sweet giggle.

Max didn’t need to be reminded twice, as he moved his hands a bit past Whitney’s shoulders, and cupped his hands around the bat’s massive boobs and began rubbing them. When he heard Whitney’s mewls of pleasure, he increased the pressure of his hands over her breasts and started squeezing them harder. Whitney helpfully pulled off her black corset top and her bra so that the femboy fox could trace his fingers around her nipples.

Whitney told Max to stop touching her nipples, who immediately complied with her wishes. Whitney turned herself around on the couch seat so she was directly facing Max, and then placed her own fingertip near one of her nipples. The bat began tracing the areola around and around her nipple with her finger, forcing Max to follow the hypnotic movement of her finger with his eyes.

“I want you to stare deeply into the center of my nipple as I trace around it with my finger, as if you were staring straight into the center of a spinning hypnotic spiral.” Whitney gently soothed to the femboy fox, giggling when she noticed the dazed look upon Max’s deeply hypnotized face. She moved her finger to her other nipple so she could trace around her other areola in a hypnotic pattern, deepening Max’s heavy trance even more.

Whitney leaned her head a little closer to Max and puckered up her lips, lightly kissing the air in front of the fox’s face. Max picked up on this visual cue and puckered up his own lips, and brought his face to Whitney’s boobs to begin sucking on both of her nipples. After several minutes of the fox kissing and licking every inch of both of her breasts, Max felt Whitney’s lips bristle against one of his ears and heard her whisper inside of it.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but I’d really love it if you could cook me up a sweet meal for breakfast. Nothing too fancy, just some bacon and eggs please…” Whitney soothed to the mindless fox.

Max removed his lips from one of Whitney’s nipples with a loud pop so he could address her. “Of course, Mistress. I want to obey whatever you command of me…” Max robotically rose off of the couch so he could walk over to the kitchen. He grabbed a frilly apron that read Kiss the Cook and put it on himself, and started frying up the bacon in a pan.

Whitney enjoyed the smell of the bacon that was stemming from the kitchen, so she got up from the couch and walked back to the kitchen to be greeted by the sight of her femboy fox roommate just finishing up the bacon. Right before Max was about to crack open some eggs so he could scramble them, Whitney forcefully pulled the fox into a large embrace so she could begin repeatedly kissing him along the length of his neck.

Whitney noticed that Max had a bit of a confused look on his face. “Hey, your apron says to kiss you. I’m just doin’ what it says.” Whitney pulled Max closer to her face so that they could make out with each other, and soon tumbled together onto the floor cuddling and kissing in each other’s arms.

Max had another strange dream about Whitney.

This time, the giant monster-sized Whitney was holding onto the tiny femboy fox in the palm of her hand. Whitney carried Max up above her breasts, and then suddenly turned her hand around so that Max fell on top of her boobs. Before he could even think to escape, one of the bat’s hands descended over his body and used a single finger to squish him deep into her cleavage.

Max could sense Whitney setting her hands down along the sides of her boobs, and then suddenly started roughly squeezing them together. Max felt every squeeze send wave after wave of pure pleasure coursing throughout his entire tiny body, as the walls of flesh he was wedged into were rubbing up and down both sides of his body and causing friction against his hardening cock.

Max suddenly woke up and realized that he was rummaging around the fridge looking for something, until he found a bunch of grapes in a produce container. After figuring that he must’ve sleepwalked to the fridge during his dream, Max grabbed the grapes and walked into the living room where he saw Whitney sprawled across the length of their couch in a provocative pose.

“I’d really like it if you could play the role as my servant, constantly plopping grapes into my mouth as I lounge back and relax…” Whitney happily sighed as Max started approaching closer to the couch. The fox was about to pluck off a grape, but was stopped when the bat suddenly raised an index finger in front of his face.

“Before you feed me anything, I would love it if you stripped yourself of all of your clothes until all you are left wearing is your undies. Servants should be naked or at least nearly-naked in the presence of their mistresses!” Whitney commanded the femboy fox.

“Yes Mistress, I will strip myself for you before I feed you…” Max gently placed the bunch of grapes down on a small nearby table. He pulled his tank crop top over his head and tossed it aside, gripped onto the sides of his pleated skirt with his hands and pulled them down his legs, and then finally peeled off his striped thigh highs.

Max grabbed the grapes off of the small table, and stood near the arm of the couch that Whitney’s head was resting on, wearing nothing more than his pair of undies. The fox plucked off a grape and tossed it into the bat’s waiting mouth, who savored the taste in her mouth before chewing it up and swallowing.

Whitney felt another grape get plopped into her mouth by her new servant as she continued lounging across the couch. The bat stretched out one of her arms so she could use her hand to gently stroke Max’s bulge through his undies, giggling as she felt his growing cock filling up her hand.

Max was tossing more grapes into Whitney’s waiting mouth while she was downloading a new app on her phone. After the fox fed the bat the final grape, Whitney tossed her phone into Max’s now-empty hands. “I just downloaded an app of a virtual harp. I’d love for my servant to play sweet music for me now.” The bat cooed to the fox.

Max opened up the app and saw a virtual harp displayed on the screen. He began plucking at the strings by touching the screen, and began playing some relaxing light-sounding music for his mistress to enjoy. Whitney happily sighed to herself as she relaxed herself further over the couch, continuing to fondle the femboy’s penis at the same speed he was plucking the strings of the virtual harp.

Max’s dreams of Whitney started getting stranger and stranger.

Max dreamt that he and Whitney were staring at each other at opposite ends of a boxing ring. Max was wearing a standard pair of boxing shorts, as well as a pair of boxing gloves on his hands. Whitney was standing right in front of him completely naked with her bare breasts exposed, and wasn’t even wearing any boxing gloves.

Max didn’t even have time to think about how odd this was when he heard a big brass bell ring out, and saw Whitney run right towards him. Instead of swinging her fists at him though, Whitney began shaking her body back and forth to start repeatedly pummeling Max in the face with her massive tits.

Max felt his brain getting jumbled and shaken up from getting his head beaten in left and right from the busty bat’s breasts in a constant rhythm. “Every time I punch you in the face with my boobs, you must perform a chore for me to make our house spic and span once you wake back up, so that I may lay back and relax and not even have to lift a single finger!”

“Ohhh… keep hitting me across my face with your massive tits… I wanna obey whatever you command of me…” Max moaned out.

Whitney continued swinging her breasts to deliver several more devastating punches against Max’s face, until one final blow caused the fox to start falling onto the mat. As he was falling, Max heard an announcer exclaim “knockout!” As soon as the fox’s face made contact with the mat, he immediately woke up from his dream to find himself on his hands and knees on the hardwood floor.

Max looked around at himself and saw that he was scrubbing the floor with a rag near a bucket of soapy water, while wearing a frilly, revealing french maid outfit. Max looked up to see Whitney slowly walking over to the spot he was laid down over to inspect his work.

“Hmm… not bad, servant…” Whitney leaned over to stroke a hand throughout Max’s hair. The fox looked over at all of his surroundings and noticed how unusually tidy their house seemed to be. “Keep up the good work, and I just might make you my full-time maid.” Whitney giggled.

It finally dawned on Max that he had been performing several menial tasks for his mistress while in his sleep, and the extent in which he was so easily controlled by his roommate was beginning to turn him on. Whitney noticed Max’s growing erection stretching out the fabric of his french maid outfit, so she placed one of her feet on Max’s side and lightly pushed him over on his back, and then possessively pressed her foot against his cock as if she personally owned it.

Whitney started aggressively rubbing her foot back and forth against the entire length of Max’s dick, until she was rubbing him so hard that he came and stained his french maid outfit. Whitney mischievously chuckled while removing her foot from Max’s increasingly flaccid cock, and then forcefully stripped off the fox’s soiled outfit and tossed it into his arms.

“Well, looks like I’ve got another task for you to complete. Better head on over to the laundry room so you can wash your outfit, you dirty pervert, you.” Whitney helped Max to his feet and turned him towards the direction of the laundry room, and lightly slapped him on his butt to motion to Max to start walking to the room.

“O-ok Mistress.” Max meekly responded while obediently marching his naked body towards the laundry room.

That night, Max had the strangest dream of all.

He dreamt that he was laying face down naked over Whitney’s lap while she was sitting down in the middle of the couch, and his thick femboy ass was completely exposed for the busty bat to enjoy. Max turned his face to look up at Whitney and saw her hovering one of her hands right above his ass. However, instead of swinging her hand down upon his ass like he was expecting, she moved her hand away from his rear to shift her body a little bit in preparation.

All of a sudden, Max could feel Whitney repeatedly spanking his ass with her massive tits, one after the other across both of his cheeks. Every spank across his ass from the bat’s boobies were making his cock jump and spasm in response, and the fox started moaning out in a delirious mix of pain and pleasure.

“Every time my boobs spank your ass, is a punishment for every mistake you’ve made while slaving over me and waiting upon me hand and foot!” Whitney laughed evilly while she continued slapping Max’s ass. “And you’ve been a very naughty boy for all of the mistakes you’ve made.”

“Y-yes Mistress!” Max shouted out upon feeling another slap against his ass. “I have been a very naughty boy. Please punish me more by spanking my ass with your breasts, please!”

The following morning, Whitney was putting her femboy fox servant through his paces by having him perform several personal tasks for her, after having ordered him to strip himself completely nude in her presence. Whitney was sitting in the middle of the couch when she snapped her fingers and pointed to one of her shoulders, prompting Max to quickly climb up on the couch behind her to start rubbing her shoulders.

After a few moments of rubbing the bat, Max noticed Whitney pointing a finger in the direction of her feet. Taking note of her visual cue, Max quickly removed his hands from Whitney’s shoulders and climbed in front of her to begin rubbing her feet.

Max was really getting into massaging the bat’s feet when he saw Whitney pointing a finger towards the fridge in the kitchen. Whitney then leaned her muzzle towards one of the fox’s ears to seductively whisper “feed me.” Max ran off towards the fridge to open the door and grab another bunch of grapes. He quickly ran back over to where Whitney was lounging on the couch to begin plucking some grapes directly into her mouth.

As Max continued dropping some more grapes into Whitney’s waiting mouth, he felt her hand gently brushing against his hardening penis. Whitney then removed her hand from his cock so she could point her finger towards her shoulders again. Max had to immediately drop what he was doing by setting aside the grapes, and hopping back on the couch behind the bat to begin rubbing her shoulders again.

After having just barely massaged her shoulders a few times, Whitney pointed a finger to her feet again, so Max had to remove his hands from her shoulders and crawl in front of her on the couch to begin rubbing her feet again. Just less than a minute later, Whitney was already demanding Max to feed her more grapes while she continued lying luxuriously over the couch.

Soon, Whitney was practically making Max dance for her like a puppet on strings by constantly switching his tasks around to keep him constantly working his ass off for her. Any time he transitioned into either rubbing her shoulders, rubbing her feet, or feeding her grapes, Whitney would brush her hand alongside the length of Max’s cock, a bit more aggressively each time.

Max was constantly shifting himself around on the couch to keep up with all of his mistress’ commands, and he was moving around so much, that his erect cock was accidentally stroking against Whitney’s body every time he moved. The constant friction against his cock as he was forced to carry out all of Whitney’s menial tasks proved to be too much for the poor fox, as he finally came all over himself while plucking the last of the grapes in the bat’s mouth.

After he finished squirting out the tip of his dick, Max laid down on the floor at the feet of his mistress completely spent and exhausted. Whitney chuckled mischievously as she rose up from the couch, and bent down to pick up Max’s cum-soaked body in her arms. The bat started carrying Max bridal-style up the stairs towards the fox’s bedroom.

“I want my sweet little titty-boy to dream about getting slowly smothered to death under my big boobies.” Whitney soothed in his ear as she carried him up the stairs, giggling when she saw Max’s lips curl up into a big goofy grin. “The further you get smothered by me in your dreams, the more you want to obey whatever I say. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Y-yes mistress…” Max happily stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth. Whitney carried Max into his bedroom and gently laid him down across his bed, and then pulled a nice warm blanket over his naked body and kissed him on his cheek. “That does sound nice.”

Whitney stepped out the door frame and shot Max a loving smirk. “Sweet dreams, servant boy.” Whitney giggled as she began slowly closing the bedroom door, watching Max fall deeply into a peaceful slumber.