Mr. Pride's Shrunken Snack

Another one for Remmie! C: Could be considered a follow-up/alternate version of this story:  https://aryion.com/g4/view/616180 

The game comes out TOMORROW!  Get hyped!

Poll ends tomorrow evening:  https://www.patreon.com/posts/40455058  .  Lion is still winning!

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 “You wanted to see me, sir?”
Rem into the office of the silver lion, Damon Pride, trying to give him a confident smile, though he was horribly falling at exuding confidence.  The raccoon had quite the crush on Damon, and though he was trying to hide it, his nervous demeanor made it more than obvious.  But it wasn’t right for an employee to have a crush on his boss—and so, Rem did his best to hide his feelings, all the while desiring things from the lion that he couldn’t possibly be able to get.
Or so he thought.
Damon smiled up at the raccoon.  “Please, shut the door,” he ordered.  A smirk rose on his face when he saw how eagerly—and quickly—Rem obeyed his ordered, practically running over to the office door to close it.  He had noticed the raccoon’s affections for quite a while now—perhaps longer than he was willing to admit.  But what could he say?  He loved to play with those who had affection for him, tease their feelings and string along their desires until the very end.  And that end had come . . . right here, and right now.
As Rem turned around, Damon opened his top desk drawer, speaking as he pulled out the device.  “Do you know why I called you in here today, raccoon?” he asked.
Rem shivered at the deep, baritone voice—it was more beautiful than could properly be put into words—and shook his head.  “Not at all, sir,” he replied.  “I-I hope I haven’t done something wrong—were the Peterson files organized to your liking?”
“They were,” the lion said coolly, putting the device in his palm and hiding it from view, putting his hand underneath his desk.  “But there was one thing that wasn’t quite to my liking, you see.”
“Oh?”  Rem gulped.  “And what’s that?”
Damon looked up at the raccoon with a knowing smirk.  “Why, the fact that you’ve been hiding so much from me, of course.”
Shit.  Did he know. . .?  “I-I don’t know what you can mean by that, sir,” Rem stammered, scratching his head nervously.  “Do you think there’s something that I—”
“Oh, come on, Remmie,” Damon, said, standing from his desk with a chuckle.  “I see the way you’ve been looking at me.  That hunger of desire that enters your eyes whenever you come into view.”  He looked into Rem’s eyes, giving a confident stare.  “Don’t try and deny it now.”
Rem sighed.  “I’m sorry sir,” he said.  Surely he was fired at this point, and would have to look for a new job.  “I can go pack up my desk now then, and I’ll be out of here as soon as possible—”
“What?!”  Damon Pride erupted into laughter, and the raccoon turned to him in surprise.  “What are you talking about?” the lion asked.  “No, I haven’t called you here to /fire/ you!  I’ve called you here because I’ve seen your desires and,” he smirked, “I have the perfect way for us both to get our wishes fulfilled.
“Now, hold still.”
“Um, alright sir.  But why—?”
That’s when Damon held up the shrink ray, and shot Rem with it point-blank.
The raccoon had no time to react.  One second a strange, sci-fi looking /gun/ flipped from Damon Pride’s palm to his fingers; the next, he was shot with it, a strange beam of orange light hitting him square in the chest.  It made him glow for a brief moment, his body emitting an almost radioactive look, and he felt tingly all over, from his feet to his head.  And then, the feeling faded away, and Rem looked at Damon, blinking in confusion.
“Um,” the raccoon said, “what exactly did you. . .?”
And then it began.
Suddenly Rem could feel his left arm shortening—/shortening/?  That couldn’t be right.  But then he looked over, and saw it was indeed getting shorter—and smaller!  He screamed in surprise and looked at his right arm—it too, was decreasing in size and mass in front of his eyes.  And then a force pulled him downward as his legs began to shrink with them. . .
Rem was forced down, down, down, his clothes turning into mountains on top of him, as he sank into them inch by inch.  Damon Pride’s desk became an unbelievable fortress as he went further and further: he turned into the height of a teenager, then child, then kept going—finally, he couldn’t hold his clothes anymore and they collapsed on the poor raccoon, who just kept shrinking.
Damon Pride laughed and walked out behind his desk, watching the process.  A moment later, it was complete, and he watched a tiny Rem squirm around underneath a mass of suit, tie, and business pants—not to mention the heavy belt.  “Let me give you a little help there,” he rumbled, reaching out and gently moving the mass.
After shifting the clothes around a bit, he revealed Rem: a tiny little raccoon, now only around four inches tall in height, was staring up at him, a look of confused shock and awe on his face.  “You shouldn’t need to ask what happened,” Damon teased his little plaything.  “I shrunk you.  And now, we’re going to have some fun together. . .”
He reached down and undid his belt, then unbuttoned his pants, going deliberately slowly in order to tease the raccoon.  “Like that?” he asked, only adding salt to the wound.
“Yes,” Rem said, feeling unbelievably small.  Was Damon Pride going to. . .?
The lion unzipped his pants and finally pulled them down, revealing a massive cock to Rem—bigger than any wang he’d ever seen in his life.  Well, perhaps that was added to the fact that he was shrunk, and everything looked bigger to him now—but still.  That penis was massive, thicker and wider than most, and left him in a state of complete longing.
“Like that?” Damon asked, smirking.  “Let me give you a closer look. . .”
He reached down, and gently wrapped his hand around Rem, picking up the tiny raccoon.  Bringing him up to his face, he grinned down at his prey.  This was going to be fun.
“Alright then,” Damon Pride said, lowering Rem down to his cock.  “Now, let me make myself clear.  I want a niiiice, tiny, cock meal.  And you’re the perfect size.”  He smiled down at his little toy.  “Want to be food for my dick?”
Rem gasped.  “Yes!” he sputtered, speaking before he could really think about it.  “It would be an honor, sir!  Please, make me your cock food!”
Damon laughed.  “Very well, raccoon.  From this moment forward, you are nothing but food for my lovely penis.  Consider yourself honored—not many get this far, you know.  Now, let’s get on with it. . .”
He stroked his member with one large hand, and it immediately perked up, the cock mouth stretching, as if knowing there was already food nearby.  Rem grinned wildly at the sight, his feet wiggling, eager to be fed to it.  And then, the process began.
Damon adjusted his grip on Rem, holding the raccoon with two fingers, and brought him down to his cock.  The mouth of his dick lurched forward, and suddenly the feet were sealed inside.  Rem let out a loving cry at the sensation: his feet were surrounded by pulsing, eager flesh, a circular chamber that swirled with cum, which lapped up his flesh, wanting it.  And the raccoon wanted it too—he couldn’t wait to be nothing but cock food.
He was lowered further inside, and his knees were sucked inside the cock, surrounding them with semen.  The liquid churned around his flesh, wanting to devour it—but it wasn’t time for him to be digested yet.  No, that would occur very soon, in Damon’s balls. . .
The lion was also having a delightful time.  Feeling the tiny Rem go further and further inside his cock was a great feeling—a bulge formed as more of the micro was fed to it, making him moan and causing precum to drip from his member.  They were only just beginning, but he couldn’t wait to have all of Rem inside of him—he couldn’t wait to make Rem all his.
The raccoon felt the precum dripping onto his body, and smiled, loving how much he was turning the lion on.  He was then pulled in deeper, and now all of his legs were inside Damon’s eager penis.  The cock mouth tickled his dick, arousing Rem even further and stimulating enough to make him hard.  Yes, he was halfway in already, trapped by a tunnel of flesh and cum—and soon, he could be all in, all Damon’s, belonging to the lion and the lion alone. . .
/Slorp!/  The dick sucked in the raccoon’s stomach, and Damon Pride cried out at the big bulge that formed.  Fuck, Rem felt /amazing/ in there, filling him up completely with his tiny body.  He could even feel the raccoon’s small, hard cock, and he smirked, looking down at his prey.  “Loving it that much, are you?” he asked, stroking his member as he spoke.  “Well, it’s not over yet. . . It’s only going to get better from here, cutie.”
Rem smiled at those words, and was pulled in deeper, his chest and arms gobbled up by the hungry penis—now only his neck and head were left dangling outside, the only parts left to be devoured.  He could feel the cum churning around his body, and couldn’t wait for it to churn around him entirely—churn and take him, break him down for Damon, be a part of the lion forever.
He looked up and met the lion’s eyes.  His predator smiled down hungrily at him, and Rem smiled back, trying to communicate his thanks.  “Down you go~!” Damon Pride exclaimed, and before Rem knew it, his neck and head were sucked in by the penis—he was all in.
The raccoon was utterly surrounded by cum.  The tube-shaped tunnel of fluid submerged him in it, soaking his fur and leaving clumps of semen behind.  The dick pulled him in further, and he allowed himself to relax, closing his eyes and letting the liquid churn around him, like a massage.  All too soon, he felt himself emptying into a circular chamber, and Rem knew: he had reached the lion’s balls, his ultimate destination.
Bit by bit he entered his final place, where cum churned more than ever, and in greater quantities than the rest of the penis.  First his feet were inside, then his legs, then his stomach and chest, and finally his head was poured into the ballsac.  He was here.
Rem knew he didn’t have much time left now.  So he reached out with his hand and grabbed his member, jerking himself off as much as he could.  As the cum digested him, he cried out in arousal, masturbating to completion, and soon, his own semen squirted with the rest.  A moment later, the raccoon was gone, and completely satisfied as he went.
Damon continued to stroke his dick, also masturbating.  He reached out with his other hand and ruffled in the pile of Rem’s clothes, grabbing the raccoon’s sock and bringing it below his penis.  Then he began to play with himself, teasing his member in various ways, making himself harder.  The lion moaned in pleasure as he jerked himself off, loving every sensation, and savoring the fact that there was fresh prey inside of him.
He finally couldn’t take it anymore, and Damon Pride released, squirting a huge stream of cum into Rem’s sock.  The remains of the raccoon, converted into cum, went with his own semen, as did Rem’s result of masturbating.  The lion panted for a moment, then looked down in the sock with a smile.
“You made excellent cock meat,” he said, licking his lips.  “The best prey I’ve had in a while.
“Thanks for the meal.”