<blockquote><div><cite>WolfFort wrote:</cite>Fort wiggles is toes, and brings his feet together a little. The little Babs hang on to the inside of his big feet and are pushed together, and a few other end up under his heel. Fort was careful not to hurt them of coarse, he then sighed happily as they massaged his feet.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The Babses who were underfoot, so to speak, gave little squeaks and sighs of enjoyment as they were squeezed between Wolfort's feet. Since most of them had to use both hands and feet just to hold onto his fur, or other Babses, they were using their bodies to rub against him, breats and bellies massaging his pads. "Don't be so gentle!" One of them called out. "Yeah!", "We're strong!" "We can take it!"<br/>echoed from the others. "Why not stand up, or at least lower your feet to the floor and put some weight on them. We'll let you know if it does become painful."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>WolfFort wrote:</cite>Fort now looks over to the bowl of chocolate, and sees the micro bunnies are waiting for their next assignment. Fort grins down at the platoon of 6 inch chocolate bunnies.<br/>"Listen up! Over 20 mins ago we lost contact with agent Red. Intel suggests that she was eaten whole by the Big Bad Wolf... and that is where you come in. I need you to infiltrate the Big Bad Wolf...from the inside." Fort starts to fish them out of the chocolate.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Yes sir!" They choroused, and started clambering out and onto his chest. Walking up, they left chocolatey paw prints, then at his mouth, Two of them hoisted up a third by her legs, and called out. "Ready for mission insertion."