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Max knew college wasn't going to be easy. People talked about it: the overwhelming pressure of exams, the monstrous amount of work, the awkwardness of social interactions... Among all these factors, what truly bothered them was the affordability.

They knew they couldn't possibly take loans. They didn't want to end up like the hordes of people crumbling under debt from ridiculously expensive universities. Thankfully, in their thorough search for minimizing the cost of their education, the coyote had gotten their family to help them in their endeavor. Unfortunately, that help came with a condition: to be the roommate of their sister's best friend.

Coincidentally, said friend was living in a flat near the college campus. This miraculous deal meant the only thing Max would have to worry about was their education; virtually all expenses other than buying their own food and paying their tuition were handled by the bunny gal they were going to be living with. That sounded like the dream! An easy college year where they could fully focus on their studies!...

If only it had been that easy. Even now as they rummaged around their pocket for the flat's spare keys, they sighed at the wonderful idea of having to deal with their sister's friend once again. The second they opened the door they could already hear her laughing; clearly having a chat on the phone like she always did.

"Oh, whatever! He may live here, but it's my flat, and if he can't deal with my rules then he can fuck right off."

Max rolled their eyes; no matter how many times she misgendered them, it never got any less annoying. Sighing, they swiftly made their way past the living room.

"Sup, Britney," they blurted without so much glancing at her.

Ignoring their greeting, she simply reached at the foot of the couch she was lying on to grab a dirty pair of pants. "Today's laundry day, my guy," she said, throwing it at them, "This week's your turn."

Barely keeping down a scowl, Max grabbed the clothing before it fell off their shoulder, and stepped away.

To put it simply, life with Britney was absolute hell. The bunny girl was the most entitled, selfish bitch. The typical "My house, my rules" pushed to the extreme: ignoring boundaries and privacy, walking into Max's room whenever she wanted; "conveniently" imposing task on them whenever she was too lazy to perform chores; disrespecting them, ignoring them, annoying them, and even sending them on errands at random intervals.

The worst part about all of this? Her slobby lifestyle. The bunny had never been too keen on hygiene, and was comfortable putting on already worn-out clothing. This was especially noticeable with her socks, each pair smelling godawful. Every time the coyote came back home the smell of sweaty feet lingered in the flat- everyday they would have to pick up filthy socks to throw in the laundry basket to prevent the smell from getting worse than it already was. Whenever she was lying down on the couch, her feet propped against the arm rest, they could witness the cloth sickening glued to her large paws, her thick, puffy pink pads visible through the smelly footwear.

Still, they put up with it. They put up with all her bullshit, because they managed to focus on what was truly important: college.

But the truth was, in fact, there was another reason. A taboo little secret that they kept to themselves...

"Guh... You stupid, whiny, fucking bunny bitch--!" The coyote snarled into their pillow, furiously stroking their shaft. Around their muzzle was wrapped a large, dirty sock - once white, the item was now brown and damp, still warm from recent wearing. The intoxicating scent overwhelmed their nostrils while they licked the insides, wringing out any remaining drop of sweat. Around their shaft was the other sock from the same pair, which they held tight and used as a masturbatory condom; the footwear was so moist the sweat almost acted like lube, making the filthy, degrading experience even more pleasurable.

"Why do your dumb socks have to smell so... hrrgh!"

With their eyes shutting tight they spun around, pressing the first filthy sock harder against their muzzle while thrusting into the other. The pungent stench almost made their eyes water; they had probably been worn for about a week- their dignity hated it, but after getting to smell and having to clean Britney's socks for so long, they had become able to estimate how long a pair had been worn before being sent to the laundry basket.

Sometimes, the coyote wondered if fate was mocking them. They had this desire, this burning need for feet for as long as they could remember. And here they were, with the one person they hated the most, and yet, the one person that somehow seemed to have satisfied their cravings the most.

Considering how little she cared for her socks, always complaining about how wet and sticky they were, the coyote figured she probably wouldn't notice if one pair suddenly "disappeared"- and there they were, masturbating to those stinky socks, feeling both furious about the person who they belonged to, yet utterly defeated by their own cravings.

"God... You fucking little... Gonna cum!"

With a mix of groaning and moaning, the coyote spilled their entire load into the filthy sock, desperately huffing the one pulled against their muzzle to ride the blissful high as long as possible. Eventually they slumped into their bed, panting- even now, the stench was... comfortable, somehow. Familiar. It made them feel safe. They grinned at themselves, amused at the idea of using smelly socks as a sleeping aid. Well, why not? It was working; they were already beginning to fall asleep...

"Oh. My. Gosh."

... Until an all too familiar voice echoed from the door.

Their eyes shooting open, Max looked towards the room's only door: Britney was standing there, mouth agape with both amusement and disbelief. In her hand, her phone, pointed right at them; pictures. Or videos. Or both? Whichever it was was enough to make the coyote's heart sink into their stomach, their eyes widening with horror.

"Brit-- w-wait," they stuttered, panickedly sitting up and yanking the filthy socks away from them, "I can explain--!"

"Explain what? That you're a freak that gets off to socks?"

"No, this is a misunderstand--"

The bunny girl barely could hold back her laughing, uncontrollably giggling at her roommate's attempts at justifying themselves. "Oh no, I'm pretty sure I understand everything. I've got it all caught on camera, I've been recording you for five minutes!"

"Five--?!"

Completely distraught, the coyote stood up, throwing themselves on all fours to the ground.

"L-Look, I'll do whatever you want. Just don't show these to anybody! My reputation's going to be ruined!"

Britney hummed, a mischievous grin on her face.

"Oh-ho... Anything, really?"

"Yes! Anything. Just... please. Please. I beg you."

In their position, the coyote could only see the bunny girl's lower legs and huge, socked feet. They mentally cursed at themselves for being unable to get their eyes off her worn-out, sweaty socks even in such a situation, their soft cock already starting to throb back up to full mast.

"Well..." she eventually said, bending over and cupping Max's face, "I just might need a new pair of socks--"

"Okay, okay!" they cut, furiously nodding, "I'll buy you as many pairs as you want!"

The bunny giggled. "Oh, silly. I wasn't asking you to buy me socks. I will have you be my socks."

"Huh?"

Max lifted their head, confused. Before they had the time to figure out or even process what their roommate had said, a light glow appeared in her hand, before they felt a sharp sting shoot into their face, then course through their entire body. They yelped, trying to back away, but their limbs suddenly felt heavy, irresponsive.

As their arms went numb, Max eventually collapsed to the floor. They winced, the uncomfortable paralysis slowly spreading, reaching their tail, their legs- everywhere. Even though they couldn't move, their body still felt... something. They couldn't quite describe it- it felt so alien, but somehow reminded them of having dry skin. This strange, unnatural drought spread throughout their entire being, eventually reaching their mouth; reflexively they tried to smack their tongue, to no avail. Their eyes went shut while they tried to fight the unbearable thirst, their throat feeling parched like they hadn't been drinking for days. Assailed with unknown sensations, they tried to struggle, unable to figure out what else to do...

Soon, some semblance of feeling returned to them. Like their body was slowly coming out of its numbness. They felt dry, limp, unable to move in the slightest- but they still felt. When they opened their eyes again, they were welcomed by the sight of a gigantic Britney staring down at them, beaming with excitement.

"Holy shit, it worked!" she said, reaching her hand down.

When Max felt their roommate grab them, they yelped- though not a peep came out of them. They suddenly came to the realization that even though they could see and hear and even smell, they were mute!

The bunny's gigantic hand wrapping around them didn't help their confusion in the slightest; she was significantly bigger, but was that it? Had they been shrunk? No, it couldn't have been that simple.

They internally gasped again when the woman sprinted out of their room, feeling their whole being violently yanked away despite most of it being squeezed tight in her grasp. When she stopped, they eventually recognized her own bedroom- as reeking of sweaty feet as it always did. However, it was only when she sat on the edge of her bed and dropped them on it that they began to understand what was happening: as sickening squelches echoed while she removed her filthy socks, the coyote pieced the puzzle together.

"Like... Fuck, look at you!" she squealed excitedly, pulling out her phone, "You look so comfy."

She turned the screen towards them, the camera turned on with selfie mode activated. Max's eyes widened; they weren't staring back at a tiny coyote, but at a pair of gray-ish socks, with specific gradations identical to the ones in their fur. Britney actually meant for them to be her socks! She had been serious!

Confusion and panic overwhelmed them. What was happening? Were they having a fever dream? Was this a hallucination? Maybe a nightmare? Or--

Their train of thought crashed the moment their body was yanked once more, this time "half" of it, as a single sock was brought down to the rabbit's first foot. From this close the smell was so much stronger, each toe looking three times wider and juicier, the thick, oozing sweat slowly dripping each and every single crease. But it was nothing compared to whatever the coyote-turned-socks felt when she pulled them onto her foot, wrapping them tightly around it.

A mind-blowing orgasm was the closest thing they could find to describe it. Their mouth getting obliterated, stretched to its absolute limit as their flexible form was pulled around Britney's moist stomper. It really felt like she had shoved her entire foot down their mouth, like the widest gag ever, and yet somehow stuffed their muzzle between two of her toes at the same time. It reeked and tasted so much more intense than the socks they had been huffing just a few moments ago, and rocked them to their very core.

While their brain was still being overwhelmed by one foot, Britney grabbed the other sock and promptly pulled it over her remaining paw, the warm, fitting footwear immediately clinging to her soaked foot. Max was subjected to that stench, that flavor, twice as much- still trying to figure out whether they were going through a hellish torture or the most heavenly, orgasm-inducing masturbation session of their entire existence.

"Fuck... You fit perfectly. It's like you were made to be my socks," huffed the bunny, repeatedly scrunching and stretching her toes to test her new socks' durability. "And I made sure you were extra absorbent, too!"

She hopped off her bed, her full weight suddenly pressing down on the ex-coyote's new form. She bit her lip as she watched her socks' eyes roll up in obvious bliss, enjoying the comfortable feeling as she took a couple testing steps.

"I see I'm not the only one liking this... Heh. Well, shall we go for a little jog? I wanna see how much of my sweat you can really soak up, you lil' pervert," she teased with an excited hum.

A little jogging session in the middle of a summer night. Yes, that seemed like the perfect plan. With a smile on her face, Britney walked out of her room, eager to break in her brand new pair of socks...