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James wasn't quite sure how it happened. The last thing he remembered was going to sleep in his own bed, after a rather wild party. He remembered something about his friend making a joke about someone spiking the punch, but paid no mind to it at the time. Just their usual type of humor. He fell asleep almost immediately, pulled off to dreamland as if by some invisible force. He'd never slept so deeply in his life! With that in mind, it was no wonder he awoke feeling better than he ever had. He slowly came to, stretching out and yawning as he usually did in the morning, the sun shining in his face.

Or rather, he _should_have done that.

James realized with a start that things weren't right. Not at all. He first came to realize it the second his eyes opened. They didn't... open per-say. Sure, his vision slowly came to at will, but he realized he didn't feel as if anything was opening. More-so, he saw far too little. The world was dark, as if he were buried in many layers of sheets. There was no sunlight shining from his window onto his face. Just dark, oppressive layers of something heavy. In fact, he felt pretty sweaty. It felt as if his fur was soaked with sweat, weighing him down more than a bag of rocks. That was when he got the second sign something was wrong.

He couldn't move.

Try as he might, James couldn't move more than a single muscle, no more than a twitch at a time. He couldn't feel his arms, nor legs. He just felt his torso, and perhaps his head? No... that wasn't right. Nothing was right! He couldn't make sense of this at all! And so, sweating and burning up and panicking in this dark space, James waited... and waited... and waited.

Finally, there was a change. James felt movement, shifting the sheets around him. A groan filled the air, sounding as if someone nearby was waking up. James felt relief swell in his chest. Finally, he'd be saved from this nightmare! That was when something deeply wrong shook him to his core.

He moved.

Just not of his own volition.

The feeling was strange, unnatural in nearly every way. He could feel muscles contracting just behind him, making his entire body seem to bend forward. Something that felt like his... neck maybe, bent forward, rubbing against the rest of him. And then, it promptly stretched outward, grinding him into the soft sheets above.

Suddenly, his entire body was dragged along by something behind him, pulling him through the fabric layers above and below. He tried to scream for help, but found that he couldn't. It was as if his mouth was taped shut... Did he even have a mouth?!

Finally, James shot out into the light. It nearly blinded him at first, a stark change from the darkness he had grown accustomed to. However, he quickly adjusted, focusing on his surroundings soon enough. Straight ahead--or was it below--he could only see a cream colored carpet. HE realized with a start that he was hanging in midair, and promptly tried to scramble upward before realizing he, well, couldn't. James then came to realize that he didn't feel like he was hanging in the air at all. It was as if he were attached to something quite sturdy.

James' body suddenly flexed again, and he was pointed upward. Finally, he could then see himself.

Or... maybe not?

Staring back at him, through a mirror propped up on the wall, was a tiger. Or rather, he could see a tiger, slowly rubbing his eyes as he got out of bed. His feet hung off the bed, one with his pink paw pads pointed upward slightly. He recognized the guy immediately. He was one of the star soccer players at their college, the one who threw the party the night before. Cade. But what would James be doing in his room? And, more importantly... where was he?

His question was answered soon enough. The paw before him in the mirror flexed as Cade yawned, stretching out. And at the same time, James felt his body move. The realization hit him like a truck. I... I'm Cade's foot?

The former jackal barely had the chance to confront that fact before the floor came hurtling toward him. Or rather, he came down toward the floor. He mentally braced for impact, not able to do much else as the white carpet fibers seemed to rush toward him like a bus. And suddenly, he felt an immeasurable weight upon him. Most of the force centered on what he soon realized to be his paw pads, compressing the rough pads of flesh into the ground.

He felt as if his face was full of carpet fibers, nearly blinding his vision and filling every other sense. It wasn't taste so much, but he could definitely sense the dryness of the carpet. Each fiber trailed over his body, ticklish but soft.

And suddenly, there came to rest the other paw beside him, somehow visible despite James' vision being centralized at the underside of the foot. His attention was drawn to it by the sound though... perhaps he could change it? It wasn't as if he had eyes after all. However, he wasn't given much chance to ponder this before he was suddenly ripped into the air, the floor falling away before him. Wind whistled in his ears... or what did he have now? Toes? Fur at his sides? Either way, it was wildly disorienting.

Down he went, crashing amongst the carpet fibers yet again. He expected to feel sick to his stomach, but somehow he found the constant up and down relaxing in a way. It was repetitive and soft, and quite frankly, what he was built for. He could just barely get flashes of where Cade was going, each raise of his sole giving James a view ahead.

Finally, James' constant motion paused, just for a moment. He heard the unmistakable creak of a door slowly opening, clearly one that was quite old, then he was brought into the air again. When he came down again, he felt a sudden cold, seizing up from the contact against hard floor much like his owner... attached person? What did he call Cade now?

Either way, the tiger soon got over the cold and stepped onto the tiles of his bathroom, though quickly made his way to the rug. They tickled his "face" once again, leaving him feeling almost as if he had to sneeze... without a nose of course. Above, Cade yawned, sliding the shower curtain out of the way. It was quickly followed by the squeak of the knob and water rushing on, pounding against the floor like rain.

James managed to force his view upward, to the upside of Cade's foot, just in time to see the tiger's shorts come down upon him. The mesh material fell around him, blanketing his form in red and grey. Soon, Cade lifted him up out of the hole, using him to kick the shorts away. The quick action was dizzying in a way... but quite fun.

The next thing James knew, he was staring up at Cade's sheath, fat and full as he dreamed. He felt a flash of embarrassment staring at the student's penis... but soon decided that it wasn't exactly peeping if he was a part of the man's body... right? However, he wasn't able to focus on it for long, as Cade had decided the water was warm enough to step in.

Warm water rushed around James' body, blanketing him in the sudden surprise of a slightly off temperature bath. The water stung against him, making both him and Cade flinch in surprise. The temperature was quickly adjusted, and he was lowered down into the shower floor. James felt his pads compress against the floor once again, but this time with the added layer of water. It flowed around him, cleaning off the minuscule flecks of grime and dirt that filled the seams and cracks in his being.

James felt more of Cades weight crash down on him as he got into the shower, quickly setting to cleaning himself off. Soapy water rained down on his paws, giving him the distinct taste and smell of cherry. He'd always thought the tiger smelled faintly of it... now he knew what shampoo he used.

Unable to help but sneak a few peeks every now and then, James constantly turned his sight between the ground and Cade's body. He was especially pleased to watch the tiger clean out his plump sheath, getting an enticing peek at his pink cock within more than once. He only wished he could get a view in much more... average circumstances.

James watched as Cade cleaned his body from the head down, soon coming to his ankles. He suddenly felt those nimble fingers caress the furthest points of his "body", soon coming to lift him up and start cleaning there. The fingers dug into his body, making him flex in ecstasy. It was like a full body massage from someone who knew the most important places just as well as you did. Wonderful in every way. He felt a thumb across his "back" all the while, gliding across the fur. Those fingers got in every crease and wrinkle, even between his toes and everything. He was almost sad when it was over, and he was returned to the pool of warm water to soak down below.

Finally, the water was shut off and the shower ended. The last of the cherry bubbles rushed down the drain. James felt himself lifted into the air yet again, though this time to come in contact with a soft towel, roughly drying up and down his form. This didn't last nearly as long, but was quite enjoyable as well.

James was once again placed on the bath mat, content to just lay there and enjoy the drying off. He got a couple minutes of respite while Cade idly dried himself, occasionally shifting his weight back and forth. And then, finally, he was off again, back to the bedroom.

As they walked, James found himself staring back up at Cade's sheath, flopping to and fro with every step with no one to see. No one he knew about at least. He barely even noticed as he gathered clothes from his closet, only snapped back into focus when the tiger plopped down on the bed again, the movement sending his feet a few inches into the air.

James slipped through a pair of boxers first, sliding in and out of the tunnel of fabric in the blink of an eye. He regretted to see Cade get dressed again in some way, but he supposed it had to happen eventually. Then came the shorts, going much the same way. He watched as the tiger pulled on a tight shirt next, nearly lost in fantasy over his abs still visible through it.

However, the next part, James didn't see coming. Lost in his thoughts, he barely noticed as he was brought upward by Cade bending his knees. He did, however, notice as his toes were forced into a tight, dark space. The familiar feeling of cotton brushed against him, and he knew exactly where he was without even looking.

A dark tunnel lay before him, interspaced with countless holes that allowed some sort of breathing room. Even so, it was a disappointing fit. James saw his vision eclipsed totally by the sock, soon feeling it mold over his form. He found it comfortable sure, but he was then trapped totally in darkness.

The smell of feet filled the sock, along with a hint of sweat. James got the feeling that this sock wasn't washed often, or at least not lately. He could already feel some sweat forming, his body growing warm even as Cade stood and started to walk again. Though with the weather forecast for the day, it seemed likely that things were bound to get a lot hotter.

Soon enough, James vision grew darker still, and filled with an even stronger musk. He would have coughed if he had the lungs for it. The almost rancid foot stink filled his senses, nearly drowning him in it. It was all encompassing, and unescapable. James heard an odd squelch as his front collided with the insole, the smell and taste of sweat filling his senses as well.

Normally, James would have been disgusted. He found himself thinking that very thing as his toes collided with the end of the shoe and his heel rested comfortably down. However, due to perhaps his odd transformation, he found himself enjoying every second. With every step, James felt his body compress into the sole of the shoe, squelching up a lake of sweat for him to (metaphorically) drink up enthusiastically.

Soon enough, James heard the door open and close, followed by a short romp down what he assumed was the hallway. The stairs came next, and he found that Cade liked to hop down each step. The impact jarred him throughout his skull each time, but he found himself enjoying each one. And still, the heat trapped within the shoe grew, leaving him steeped deeper in his own growing sweat.

Finally, Cade got outside. The sound of other people, cars, and feral animals filled the air, albeit muffled inside the tiger's shoe. And immediately, he set out at a run. James was jarred with each step, finding them coming faster and faster with every passing second. Cade's heartbeat pounded through him, and James found himself excited by the adrenaline flowing through the athlete's body. For the first time, he felt a runner's high... just as an important part of the runner.

As Cade ran, the heat within his shoe rose and rose. James soon found himself sweating bullets, soaking the sock around him with even more sweat and musk. He was practically dizzy with it surrounded by the pure essence of his favorite man in the world. He couldn't get enough! If he were in his own body, he would have shot his load a dozen times over by then.

There were random stops here and there, one that was quite prolonged. It involved some chatter, and then some extra weight being put on the ball of James' body as Cade knelt down. The action had him practically bathing in sweat for those few seconds... and then they were off again, continuing their joined run.

Finally, James felt the run slow, Cade's blood still pounding through him. He heard quite a bit of panting above, along with a few words exchanged. One voice was pretty quiet compared to the tiger's.

"So, you ready?" Cade asked. He was walking back up the stairs.

"Ready as I'll ever be!" came the stranger. James tried to figure out if he recognized them, but could come up with nothing.

After a few minutes, Cade's weight was off of him, in a motion he easily recognized as him plopping down on his bed. And soon, light returned in scattered speckles as he removed his shoes. He soon felt--and heard--the tiger's fingers grab hold of those socks and his ankle, accompanies by a wet squish as the sweat they accumulated reacted.

Finally, he started to roll his socks down, allowing James to once again see the world. Trapped in a sweaty darkness so long, he was almost unprepared to see light once again. It blinded him almost as much as it did in the morning. And he was treated to almost the same view. The mirror ahead revealed Cade in all his glory... although this time, he was already without pants or boxers, holding his spined cock in hand. The sight would have made James turn bright red if he still possessed the capacity to do so.

However, he wasn't given much of a chance to admire the sight before he suddenly descended toward the floor, falling with an almost practiced softness despite the speed. He realized why soon enough. Rather than meeting the floor, he instead fell against a warm, soft, tiny body. A micro.

Oh.

Cade smothered the micro with James, digging the tiny body into the soft flesh of his sole. Both James and the tiny husky were treated to a sweaty, musky hug, the latter pinned between the former and the floor. James felt enthusiastic huffs and sniffs against him, the musky air that he emitted greedily sniffed up by the dog's sensitive nose. He could already feel a tiny cock pressed against him, the canine humping against him like crazy, lubricated by the thick layer of sweat congealed there.

Suddenly, Cade pressed his foot back, trapping the husky's muzzle between two of James' toes. He looked up, seeing the tiger grinning down at him with a lustful look in his eyes, steadily pumping his feline cock. "Lick."

James suddenly felt something tiny and wet against his flesh, concentrated in the space between his first and second toe. Sweat and grime was licked up eagerly, cleaning the space and replacing it with the slimy texture of saliva. And James couldn't deny that it felt great. His toes scrunched around the micro's head, trapping him between heaven and hell. James moaned in his head, certain he would cum if he were able.

The process continued for quite some time, Cade dragging out his paw worship from the inferior canine, growing hornier and hornier every second. It was a wonder the husky was able to continue for so long really. James felt him climax against his sole at least three times, spreading a sticky load that he soon had to lick up and eat himself.

But finally, Cade let out a tell-tale grunt, and moaned out a violent, "FUCK!" James watched in an enamored fascination as cum sprayed forth from his cock, milky white cream straight from the source. And almost all of it landed on him. The husky was covered, as was expected, in the tiger's baby batter, but as was James. He just kept shooting, so much so that James was sure it would never end.

It somehow did, obviously, but by then, James was absolutely drenched in tiger seed. He could hardly see, but could feel Cade relax, and the canine under them squirming furiously. After a moment, he felt himself lift upward just a bit, then shift to pinch the canine between his toes and lift him to his feet.

"You know what to do~" Cade said in a sultry tone.

"R-right away!" the micro replied. At once, James felt the canine get to work, cleaning off every inch of James' body with his tongue, slurping down what had to be gallons of cum to him. And James? Well he got to enjoy the world's best tongue bath, and soon enough, the best life he could have hoped for.