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"God damn it, where the hell is my- Alan!?"

Alan was busy huffing deep into a pair of his lithe roommate foxes musky, unwashed socks when the fox had suddenly barged into his own room. The raccoon had thought that Todd was busy with his morning workout regime. 'The aerobics music is still blaring from the basement...' But he hadn't listened closely enough, and now a sweaty, shirtless Todd had stood before him while he held the foxes socks over his nostrils with one paw and rubbed his cock - poking out of his sweatpants - with the other, frozen in embarrassment.

"Todd, I - it isn't -"

"It isn't what it looks like? Because it looks like you're getting off to a pile of my dirty laundry!" The fox swiftly moved over to the windowsill and snatched up the phone he was looking for. He didn't sound happy, but the fox also didn't seem like he was fuming mad. Alan watched him, waiting for him to say anything else, but he just walked out of the room. He turned around and eyed him angrily as he stepped into the hallway, as if commanding him to get out of his room.

Whether or not that was the goal, he scrambled to his feet and followed the vulpine down the hall, fumbling with his pants and trying to apologize. "Todd, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have -" The fox turned to face him and put a hand up to silence him.

"Hush." He followed the fox into their shared kitchen, leaning on the counter and grabbing an apple from a fruit basket. Under the kitchen light he could see that the fox was definitely mid-workout. His fur shined with sweat, from the defined muscles just peeking out from his cream colored chest and all the way down his arms, which ended in black handpaws.

"Look, I already know you have a thing for...smells. But when you go around sniffin' your own roommates nasty laundry, don't you think there might be a problem?" He took a big bite of the apple.

"I...I'm sorry, Todd. It was an invasion of privacy -"

"Yeah, it was. But it's OK! There are ways you can make it up to me." The raccoon was getting upset about repeatedly being cut off. But now apparently he could be forgiven? Todd was known for getting into shenanigans, and the smirk on his maw made him a little uncomfortable, but if it made the fox forgive him, then maybe whatever was up his sleeves was worth it. He rubbed the back of his neck with one paw, trying not to stare at the fox's skimpy athletic shorts that left little to the imagination.

"Here, have an apple." He outstretched one paw to Alan who took it with a shaky paw. He wasn't really hungry, but the fox was eating one too, and it looked like a honeycrisp - his favorite. He took a bite - the skin tasted a little funny, but the innards of the apple tasted positively sweet.

"Um...how could I do that?" He was...curious. He wouldn't put it past the fox to make him do something lewd or scandalous.

"Well, you already are!" Something was wrong. Why did the fox seem a little...taller? And the apple in his hand - was it...Growing? How could that be? The polo shirt he was wearing suddenly felt baggy, and his pants were falling around his ankles...What was going on?

"Todd, am I...am I getting smaller?" He managed to push the pants off of himself as he started shrinking more rapidly, but his shirt - he was getting caught up in his own shirt...The last he saw of the fox was a sly grin, and then he was left in a pile of his own clothes.

"You tell me."

He spent a few moments in darkness, trying to figure out whether or not he was still shrinking. Suddenly, he was jostled around as the pile of clothes was overturned, and something large and furry gripped his leg.

"Oh, you look so cute at this size!" He must have been 4 inches tall, swaying in the grip of the fox. "Cute enough to eat..." Todds upside down mug grinned menacingly, and the raccoon's eyes grew wide in fear. "But I think we can do something that's more your speed, yeah?"

The dangling raccoon figured that they were walking back to Todd's room, where the scene of the crime took place. As the fox leaned down to pick up a sock, he could smell the funk that it radiated, much stronger than before now that he was so tiny. "Since you seem to like my socks so much..." Suddenly, Alan was freefalling into the off white tube sock that the vulpine kept his paws in. "How about you spend the whole day with them?"

He landed on the soft fabric and tried to get his bearings. Looking up, he saw the fox's eye peeking inside. "What the Hell, Todd!?" He grabbed onto one side of the sock, gripping the white fabric and starting to climb it - but then his nose caught the scent.

That funky, musky, sweaty, vaguely cornchip scent hit his nostrils hard, so much that he lost focus and fell back down, breathing in through his nose to catch the very thick scent. Suddenly the opening grew darker, and he caught the sight of a clawed paw entering the socks opening.

"Gahh- mpphh!" As quickly as he noticed the footpaw, it was already pressing a pawpad down on him, squishing him between sweaty fox foot and the smelly fabric of the sock. His face had landed inbetween the foxes first two toes, his muzzle stuck in a very pungent place. The rest of his body was laid out underneath the fuzzy paw, and he was hardly able to move his legs or arms under the weight. From above, he could hear the fox's voice muffled. His tiny naked body was caught between sock and foot, and he blushed as he felt his cock harden against a sweaty pawpad. He squirmed, trying to free himself from being underfoot, but any struggle was pointless.

"And now to just put on these sneakers...Pee-yew!" Oh Lord...Todd's gym sneakers stunk up a whole room whenever they were out, and now he was going to be just about encased in one of them!

If Todd was very quiet, he might have heard the muffled protests of the teeny raccoon in his sock. Alas, he didn't hear a thing. He did feel him wiggling about beneath his big toe, and figured that once the sneakers were on that raccoon would be lost in the heady scent of his shoes and paws.

He was right - he felt the more rigid surface of the shoes' soles pressing up from under the sock, and the warm funk of the vulpines sneaker mixed in with the slick sweat coming off of his paws. He yelped as the fox started off for what he presumed to be the basement, so that he continue his workout...

Within minutes the raccoon was exhausted from the fox toes pressing and kneading into him. His sensitive nose was being overloaded with the scents he had set off to indulge in, and now it was undeniably exciting him. His growing prick grinded against one of the foxes pawpads and he did his best to hump into it - that was made a little difficult as Todd seemed to start up on the rowing machine. The almost constant pressure on his now fully erect cock was almost too much, and his muffled moans couldn't be heard over the sound of the exercise machine. Todd, however, was loud and clear.

"Oh man, do you have a hard on right now? I think I can feel it... You must really love the smell of my paws, bro..."

Whenever the paw pushed forward he made sure his nose was pressed right into the sweaty fur around the foxes toes, savoring the moist feeling that soaked into his muzzle -he could feel the salty flavor of sweat that fell in drops on to his tongue.

Alan was completely lost, drowning in the musk of his roommates paws. His whole body was slowly being drenched in footsweat and there was no way to avoid it - he could only squirm a little under all the weight.

The unyielding grinding on his erect penis finally got to him - as the paw pushed down hard once again, his eyes shot open and he felt his cock explode with rope after rope of cum that was instantly lost in the sweat of the vulpines paw. Of course, he didn't stop just because the raccoon had came.

Todd still had a few minutes left of rowing, and he intended to finish it, even if his pervy roommate had finished himself.

"Dude... did you just...oh shit, you totally just came on my foot. Haha, I was wondering if you'd like it that much." The raccoon couldn't do much other than whimper in exhaustion, the weight of the soft feet above him finally starting to take its toll. He was helpless, reeking of paw stench and only now starting to feel sore.

After what felt like forever but was probably just a few minutes, the sound of the rowing machine sputtered out and he felt the fox stand on his feet, wiggling his toes and purposefully digging into Alan's face. "Welp, I think that's good enough for now." He grimaced as a toe rubbed itself over his face, back and forth.

It felt like Todd was climbing upstairs, and low and behold he heard the living room TV turn on and the fox lifted his leg into his lap. The sole of the shoe at his back fell away, finally relieving some pressure, and he felt the soggy cloth of the sock being pulled off - he was finally free! He tumbled backwards as the cloth fell out from underneath him, landing on the foxes other leg.

"Enjoy yourself down there?"

The raccoon looked up at his roommate, towering above him. His vulpine grin was a bit more menacing from this angle, and he sat there slack-jawed breathing in the room of the air, which was decidedly less funky then before. He nodded his head silently. The fox was still shirtless, leaving him with the view of a wall of well toned, orange and white fur in front of him, dripping with sweat. Todd has also taken off his shorts, and Alan couldn't stop himself from looking to the foxes package, clad in a cotton jockstrap that was wet with perspiration.

"Of course you did." He heard the TV turn on. "Y'know, I think there was something else you were getting your sniffer into back in my room. What was it again?" With his free hand, the fox picked the raccoon up by the tail. He brought him up to his face, the foxes green eyes shining brightly.

"Why don't you tell me what it was, Alan?"

"Y-your jockstrap..."

"Ah, that's right! Well, how about you make your home in there for a bit?"

"Wait, Todd, I'm -"

The raccoon couldn't even finish his thought before the fox peeled the cotton aside, revealing a red prick just poking out of its sheath. He was just about tossed onto the foxes sweaty ballsack, and now a whole new scent assaulted his nose - the salty, somewhat stale, musky scent of the foxes cock. He couldn't believe it - the fox was giving him everything he wanted!

He couldn't contain himself - he pulled himself along the fur, taking in the heady scent with gusto. It was actually almost too much to handle, the ripe flavor filling up his head. He felt something push in from outside the cotton. It was the foxes hand, jostling him upwards to where his growing cock was. His body rubbed against the larger than life cock, getting pre in his headfur. After a few moments the hand from behind smooshed him up against the cock - he was jerking himself off through the jock with the raccoon still inside!

He was sandwiched between the musky scent of fox dick and the sweat soaked undergarments, the paw forcing up and down along the length of the vulpines rod. He was simply along for the ride, unable to do anything other than hold on to as much as he could, feeling the pre leak and the appendage throb in excitement.

Todd sighed in satisfaction. "Betcha really love that scent too, dontcha?"

If he could respond he would've agreed, but his.muzzle - and most of his body- was pressed tightly into fox meat. So he whined as loud as he could, inhaling the heady scent as the paw outside of the sweaty jock started speeding up.

With the increased tempo, Alan could feel himself getting excited again! His muzzle caught right in between the pungent stink of soggy jockstrap and slimy fox cock, his own nightstick was trying to reach full mast once more.

The fox was really going at it now - pre was dripping all over Alan's tiny body and he swore he could semll the faintest hint of cum-

All of a sudden the foxes dick tensed up, and he heard the squelch of semen shooting through cotton. The fox moaned, still jerking his wrist furiously, making sure to press in extra hard so the raccoon knew his place - right up against his cock, inside his smelly, musty workout clothes.

After nearly being crushed, the pressure let up a bit and a torrent of thick cum rained down from above, almost covering him in a layer of semen. He lost his grip, tumbling down onto the foxes balls, trying to get any air at all through the salty, bitter flavor of fox cum. He was exasperated from being pushed around, content to just marinate in the foxes scent.

Todd idly fondled his package, slipping a paw inside the jock and gently toying with the raccoon who let himself be manhandled. But he wouldn't be toyed with long - his eyes were closed in bliss as the suddenly pressed up the musky cloth. "Gah-", the fox exclaimed as he watched the naked raccoon grow in size, quickly falling out of his jock and onto the couch.

Alan himself was wide-eyed as he watched the world around him revert back to a normal size. Unfortunately, he was still coated in the smell of the fox from head to toe, as his roommate himself tested out, giving the raccoons face a quick sniff. He blushed at the gesture, having already found himself half in the vulpines lap from the sudden growing.

The fox looked his naked, musky form up and down with a serious demeanor. "Is that a new perfume you've got on?"

Funkazan

-2020