Nobody really knows what caused there to be a size difference between macros and micros. One thing we know is that it didn’t always used to be like this. There were no over-sized plants and vegetation that destroyed houses with their roots and vines, there were no insects that could grow to the size of a compact car, and there were definitely no macro furies that delighted in hunted down and swallowing their smaller cousins whole. This, however, was all before the rise of the macros.

As you can imagine, there was a great deal of confusion when one day regular furries, animals, and plants rapidly began to grow to many times their original size. At first, there seemed to be at least some form of cooperation between the two groups as they tried to repair the damage that had been done. However, macros soon started to give up on the idea that the two groups could ever be considered equal. This was largely due to the fact that an average adult-sized micro was only about an inch tall when compared to one of the massive giants. Micros were crushed beneath the macro’s paw pads without a second glance (sometimes intentionally) as the giants trudged about their daily lives.

By this point, micro’s live’s were thought of by most giants as entirely insignificant. Micros were snatched up from their homes and devoured, not because they were the only source of food for the macros or even remotely as filling as some of the macro’s other options, but simply because they were powerless to stop them. The fact that the macros only needed to eat once or twice a week brought the micros little hope. Even if the macros weren’t hungry, they would still find other cruel and unusual things to do with the micros to keep themselves busy.
Some micros gathered together and fled to remote locations away from most of the dangers that they faced. This didn’t protect them from everything however. No matter where they went, there was always something big that had it’s eye on them. Even if there were no macrofurries around, micros found themselves being eaten alive by the animals that had grown on that day as well.

It was a dangerous new world if you were a micro. Macros had destroyed almost entirely all civilization as it was known before they had emerged, creating a new world order in the process where micros found themselves close to the bottom of the food chain. The average micro at that stage was lucky to live to see the age of thirty.

Several years passed after the rise of the macros, and for the micros, things only became worse. Macros on the other hand had used that time to build the beginnings of fully macro-sized towns and cities where they could live normal lives again. Things started to look almost identical to how they had appeared before. If you had gone to sleep as a micro back then, and woken up as a macro today, you would notice very little difference at all other than what you ate. Selling micros as food had become a very profitable business venture. Macros ordered micro platters at restaurants and took their time throwing the little ones into their mouths and crunching down on them. The giants could order anything from stir fried micros to ordinary live micros, which was most common.

Another profitable venture was selling micros in packs as aphrodisiacs or masturbation enhancers. For most macros, the sensation of a dozen little bodies squirming against their loins was well worth the effort of going out and finding their own micros or buying packs from the store. Most macros bought pre-packed micros to avoid the hassle of having to collect their own and de-claw and tooth them. The companies that sold these packs, along with other things, did all of the prep work before hand including removing the micros clothes which made things a whole lot easier for the horny giants.

As years went by, this relationship between macros and micros continued to exist. The macro’s population increased substantially and so did the micro’s despite their circumstances. Both groups became accustomed to their rolls as predator and prey; master and pet; and as an individual and his or her property.

A macro entered in his kitchen, he was an enormous and beefy heavily muscled grey bull. This bull was looking to be in his twenties and his exaggeratedly massive muscles rippled with each of his movement. He sat on a chair in front of a table and started to toy with a wiggling tiny form held between two of his humongous fingers. That form was a grey furred anthropomorphic cheetah, slim and muscular and visibly older than the bull. The young bull was visibly delighted by his improvised tiny plaything and took great pleasure to rub the sole of the feet of the cheetah with the tip of one of his enormous fingers.
The cheetah wiggled and squirmed, unable to escape from the tight grip of the bull’s fingers. “Please… let me go,” the cheetah pleaded, his tiny voice barely audible to the giant bull.

The bull chuckled darkly. “Why would I let such a cute little thing like you go?” he asked, bringing the tiny cheetah up to his face. He grinned as he saw the fear in the micro’s eyes. “You’re much more fun to play with than any toy I could buy.”

The cheetah squirmed again, trying desperately to get free from the bull’s grasp. But it was no use. He was too small and too weak to do any damage to the much larger bull.

The bull continued to toy with the cheetah for a few more minutes before finally getting bored and putting the tiny creature on the table.
The cheetah stayed on the table, trembling and scared, while the bull walked away to attend to other things. This was the life of a micro in the world of macros. A life of constant fear and danger, where their only purpose was to be a plaything or a meal for their giant masters.
The next day the bull went to college and he brought the cheetah in a little cage he put in his backpack. The giant bull was studying the feline anatomy and their suppleness in particular. The section of the college building he went was specialized in scientific studies about micro predators and had a whole wings dedicated to keeping and husbandry of several specimens, a true collection of several micros were kept in cages and the bull could have access to several living feline specimen for his studies. The cheetah was his own possession though, as he was a rare specimen of Acinonyx pardinensis he collected during an expedition in a mountain range.
In one of the labs of the college he placed the cheetah immobilized on the mat of a science bench. Several rubber tipped pincers were holding the micro in a position displaying his natural feline suppleness. At his side were a male lion, more muscular but visibly not as supple and the bull was comparing there anatomy and abilities, examining them closely with a magnifying glass and using a rubber tipped tweezers to prob and delicately move their comparatively tiny limbs.
The cheetah was terrified and in pain, unable to move and feeling violated. The bull seemed to take pleasure in tormenting the tiny creature, not caring about his fear or discomfort.

After what felt like an eternity, the bull finally released the cheetah from his grasp and placed him back in his cage. The cheetah curled into a ball, shaking with fear and unable to comprehend why he was being subjected to such treatment.