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BEEP

"Ugh.. it can't be 9am already.." Bailey would mutter, running his large paw through his yellow mane.

BEEP

BEEP

"Five more minutes.." The large doberman bull argued, rolling over in his bed and burying his muzzle into his pillow

The alarm would not allow this.

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

"FINE." Bailey roared, flopping out of bed and onto the floor.

Now out of bed, the hulking dobull could commence his morning ritual. He would walk over to the ensuite bathroom, looking at his scruffy hair in the mirror before running it through with water. "No time to shower today" he thought to himself "already late, gotta go." Bailey finished 'washing' his mane and hair, and quickly brushed his teeth before pattering to the dresser slowly moving through the morning haze. He would pick out his clothes for the day. Underwear, a purple pair of briefs capable of fitting his canine member. A pink t-shirt slightly too tight for his muscular form brandishing a black paw print in the center. Jeans, nothing fancy today. And to finish the ensemble a styling pair of soc- Bailey began to panic as his claws cut a hole through his socks. He began to frantically flip through his feet coverings to find they had all been cut, torn, ripped or otherwise damaged. This was it. His morning ritual was interrupted and now his whole day was set off course. Without a complete outfit how dare he show his face to the world. This simply would not do. Bailey picked his phone up from the nightstand and texted the person he was supposed to be meeting.

"Sock emergncy hope u understand"

His date responded

"Are you serious?"

Bailey was deadly serious. As the canine-bovine continued to get ready he considered his options for sock replacements. Bark's.. No.. too blue collar.. He would decide when he got to the mall. All dressed up and ready to go Bailey began to put his shoes on. He would wear his backup boots today, they were warmer and would compensate for the lack of socks. Bailey was also quite worried about stinking up his good shoes. As with any fur with large footpaws, musk was a constant concern for him. Regardless, he pulled the massive boots over his paws, tightened them and began the trek to the mall. The heat outside was scorching, and there was no wind to be heard. This was going to be awful. 10 steps into the hour hike he could hear his paws squelching in his boots. As the musk built up the dobull could only think of how he would burn these boots once he had found something to cover his feet.

The air conditioning of the mall's interior felt amazing on the hybrid's dripping fur. He wiped his paw across his forehead, whipping a considerable amount of sweat from his brow and onto the floor. He was not envious of furs with heavier fur on days like this. As Bailey's heat blurred vision began to focus he saw the myriad of stores in front of him. The large figure began to walk through the mall, getting occasional intimidated glances from some of the shorter furs in the area. This was commonplace, most people see the doberman and ignore the bull. Bailey pondered his genetics for a moment before reaching the door of just the kind of store he was looking for. He entered, to be greeted by a black wolf rocking a green mohawk and a comically large spiked collar. Bailey didn't have time to come to terms with the canine's bizarre appeal before realizing he was staring.

"Er.. Sir? I said can I help you?" The canine spoke

"Huh? Uh.. oh yeah! I should be fine, just looking for some socks." Bailey shook his head.

"Oh alright, just over there."

The canine turned to point at the undergarment section and Bailey took a moment to study the worker's form further. He was muscular, this was clear even through the uniform. Strength was important to Bailey. The nametag on the uniform read "Ember". Cute. Bailey took the canine's instructions and walked over to the socks section, beginning to idly flip through the designs. Stripes, polka-dots, none of these had the oomph Bailey was looking for. But, then again, Bailey had never considered any of those in the first place. He turned his gaze towards the canine who was folding shirts, placing them in neat, uniform piles on the table in front of him. "He looks miserable" Bailey convinced himself before walking over to Ember once again.

"Hi! Ember was it?" Bailey did his best to put on a nice voice

"Er.. yes sir. What can I help you with?" The canine's voice trembled slightly

"Ah well, the changing room door doesn't seem to close properly, I was wondering if maybe you could take a look at it?" Bailey was quite talented at making up lies on the spot.

"Oh of course!" The canine said before stepping behind the counter, pulling out a worn screwdriver and approaching the door in question

Now was Bailey's moment to strike. He hyped himself up and entered behind the canine, looming over him. It took a moment for Ember to realize the situation before turning around, looking up at the dobull.

"Er.. door doesn't seem to be uh.. Broken sir." Ember trembled slightly

"Oh." a devious grin set over the dobull's face "Must be a - mistake"

On the last word Bailey spoke he pinned the canine against the wall, his warm breath coming quicker now as he began to get excited.

"SIR" the canine's voice cracked "What are you doing?!"

Bailey made sure to keep the canine pinned, bringing his own body against the smaller wolf's before monologuing "Well, socks are hard to come by in my size" Bailey would glance down at his large, sweaty boots. "So I've had to resort to well.. Other options when it comes to clothing acquisition" The dobull lifted his paws from Ember's body, pawprints of fabric were left in place of the canine's fur. He pushed down forcefully on the wolf's shoulders, the smaller body becoming even smaller as his legs and torso began to crumble effortlessly under the large hybrid's weight.

"What's happening to me?!" Ember would gasp, his voice was somewhat more gravely and less human as the process began

"You'll find out soon enough - won't be needing these" the dobull teased, while ripping the uniform from the black wolf, revealing a hard green member. "Heh, they always seem to enjoy it in the end" Bailey would say to himself over the moans of the canine.

"No! I don't want this, I just want to-" the canine's head twitched as he began to feel his face becoming numb "I just want to.. Be..worn..be...yours...." Ember's voice trailed off at the end as the previously canine features became less fur, and more fabric.

"Of course you do pup" Bailey continued, lifting the wolf up and folding him where his spine should be, instead the wolf folded in on himself, again the Dobull lifted him up, folding into himself again until he was a small pile of fur. Ember would let out one final moan before losing himself completely.

Bailey opened his paws, the canine nowhere to be seen. Instead in his hands were a pair of green and black striped socks, with small spikes around the perimeter of the top of them. "You are just adorable" the large Dobull would say to the ex-wolf "I know I should wait until I get home but.." Bailey began to take off his shoes, a pungent odor filling the changing room "You're just too stylish to wait." Bailey lifted one paw out, they were dripping as if he had just stepped in a puddle. He rubbed Ember against the base of his footpaws "You double as a towel too, isn't that precious." Bailey slid his paws carefully into his new socks, soaking them in his musk. Bailey took a moment to wiggle his toes, careful not to damage his brand new wolf-socks. The sweat collecting in his boots immediately drenched Ember as he was plunged into them. If he needed to breath he would have drowned, luckily that was not an issue. With his new shoes on Bailey walked out of the store, another cashier greeting him.

"Sorry you couldn't find what you were looking for today" the cashier spoke, dejected.

"No problem!" Bailey lied "Maybe next time"

Bailey walked out into the scorching heat yet again, pulling out his phone

"Srry about bailing, we still on for tonight?"

Bailey texted

"Of course! See you soon~"

his date responded.

Time to get some use out of his new clothing.

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Ember looked down at the unfolded clothes in front of him and let out a deep sigh. This was boring work, but it was work, it was a purpose. He had found himself thinking about this a lot lately, he was working at a clothing store when he could be doing literally anything else. He had fallen into a routine: Get up, Get dressed, go to work, fold clothes, sleep. That was his whole life. Ember had no time to meet anybody, to go to school, to do much else besides make money and spend it. The black wolf shrugged and continued to fold clothes, just 15 more minutes and he would be off.

He was so focused on the folding he hardly heard a customer approach him. He turned around to face a hulking mass towering over him. Ember had just been helping this customer moments ago, so why was he bugging him again? The wolf did his best to muster up a positive tone while the large figure spoke down to him. "Hi, Ember was it?" The large creature had a warm tone in his voice, this cheered Ember up slightly. "Er.. yes sir. What can I help you with?" Ember felt his voice crack, something was intimidating about this customer. There was something past his general appearance that was incredibly unnerving to Ember. The figure smiled before responding "Ah well, the changing room door doesn't seem to close properly, I was wondering if maybe you could take a look at it?". Ember turned away from the customer "I just fixed the door last week, maybe if you walked with more grace your massive paws wouldn't destroy everything you touch!" Ember thought, but did not say; instead, Ember let out a dejected "Oh, of course" before moping over to the counter and digging around a moment, before emerging with a rusty screwdriver. Ember was sure the door wasn't broken, but would humour the customer. They are always right after all.

Ember pushed through the clearly operating door to the inside of the stall. He found himself staring into the mirror and began to lose himself in thought again. This store would be the death of him, literally. He would probably end up falling off of a ladder or developing carpal tunnel from folding. He of course knew that you couldn't die from folding, but the melodrama was enough to get him through the day. Ember was awoken from his daydream by a presence behind him, it was the customer checking in.. again. Ember inaudibly sighed before speaking up "Er.. door doesn't seem to be uh.. Broken sir." The smaller wolf's ears folded behind his head as his snarkiness was replaced with a mixture of fear and arousal. "Oh" those words coming from that size of creature set shivers sending down Ember's spine "Must be a - mistake"

As those last words left the predator's lips Ember felt his body shake. He felt two massive paws smack and stick onto his fur, sending a tingling sensation through his shoulders and out of his hands. Ember strained his voice to attempt to speak, his voice cracking again "SIR" he had hoped the loud voice might attract somebody to his aid "What are you doing?" Ember trembled, the warm breath of his captor fogging the mirror behind him. Ember heard some words but could not make them out, something was invading his mind. He felt a fog pass over his mind. Ember stared out through blank eyes to see his body begin to change. Feeling began to leave his body.. No.. body didn't seem like the right word. Feeling began to leave his form, leaving first a tingling and next nothing. It began with his hands, which did not hurt while they shrunk, clothing didn't feel pain. Ember panicked at the thought of that. Is that what he was? He was a wolf, he wasn't clothes. He screamed out, but all that emerged was a raspy "What's happening to me?!" The canine's voice trailed off at the end, as his gaze focused back to his body. He saw his clothes being ripped off, he supposed he wouldn't be needing them anymore. He felt himself fold, his eyesight becoming more hazy as he was crumpled and changed. The transforming canine had one last moment of clarity and cried out "I don't want this! I want to-" What did Ember want? To fold clothes for the rest of his life? To serve no purpose? If he were to accept his fate he would have a purpose, he could serve, he would have one job. It spoke again "I just want to.. Be..worn..be...yours...." Now embracing the change, he felt fabric ripple through where his fur used to be. The socks thought nothing while everything went black.

Ember came to in a warm embrace, held in his owner's paws looking up at his face. He took a moment to admire the face of the one that was to wear him. He was a doberman bull, Ember could tell by the large ebony horns on his skull and his distinctive brown markings. A thick yellow mane surrounded his owner's neck, that stretched up and onto his head in a thick line. The sock realized that something was being spoke to him and he focused all of his energy to understand what was being said "You are just adorable". Ember tried to shake in excitement at the praise from his master, to no avail. He was adorable! "I know I should wait until I get home but.." Ember tried to grin, what did his owner have planned? The socks began to ache at the brainpower he was expending to understand the words spoken to him, so decided to simply submit for the time being. He felt himself be lowered and an odor filling his senses. Ember could do nothing but remain still as the scent from the dobull penetrated his fabric. He felt himself being stretched and again tried to scream out, nobody would come, nobody would rescue socks. Ember felt himself being pulled over the hybrid's musky footpaws and was filled with both a sense of fulfillment and disgust. The disgust would only heighten as he was lowered into the boots of his owner and was instantly invaded by a slew of foul odour. All the sweat that had been collecting in the dobull's boots soaked into Ember, filling him with his master's juices. Vibrations shook through Ember's soggy body as he was walked away from his old job, his old life.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

Ember fell into the rhythm of motion up and down, up and down, up and down. He was unable to tell how long the walk was but eventually he was parked outside the door of his new home. He heard his owner's keys jingle in the door and felt himself be rolled as the dobull haphazardly threw his boots off. Ember was free and tried to breath in some of the fresh air he had just been exposed to. He could not. Ember rested in his damp state while his owner walked around the house. He heard words coming from the body he was attached to "I guess I should introduce myself since you're going to be living here for a while" Ember was unsure if he was being addressed. "Names Bailey, I hope you like my home" Ember loved his new home. The floor was shag carpet, and it felt amazing against his fabric. "Well, let's not waste any time. I've got a date tonight" Bailey ran up the stairs to his room, Ember's fabric strained with every step from the hulking hybrid. They reached the door of Bailey's bedroom and walked inside, Ember felt the dobull's large paws pulling him off, less delicately this time, and walking him over to the ensuite. "Let's get that sweat out of you before we take you for a test ride!" Ember's owner sounded enthusiastic as he turned the hot water on full, running Ember underneath. The changed canine felt his body fill with liquid, only to seep through him, only minor bits of water remaining inside his fabric. Ember felt everything, but it didn't hurt. That was until his owner grabbed him and twisted, wringing out both the sweat and water he had collected throughout the day. This was agonizing to Ember, the rough paws rubbing against his delicate fabric. He felt his fabric roughen under the calloused paw pads of his owner, although this was an awful feeling it was euphoric from the touch of his master's hands.

Ember, now somewhat clean, was thrown onto the bed to be followed by the massive flop of his owner. The entire bed shook under his weight. Ember heard Bailey shuffling out of his jeans and wondered how many other pieces of clothing were previously.. Previously.. Ember had trouble remembering what he was thinking about. The socks' thoughts were interrupted by the grasp of a rough hand. Ember felt something bizarre as one sock was stuffed into the other and the two were stretched out as to form one thicker tube. "Best to play it safe, you are new after all." Ember could now see as his owner's grip on him loosened, he was currently curled on the hybrid's stomach, his fur was short and his stomach was hard. Infront of the socks was Bailey's massive member. It looked nearly a foot and was very thick, it appeared mostly canine despite the dobull's hybrid genes. It was pink, with a sheen of pre making his owner's member sheen in anticipation. Just as Ember thought he could not look any longer, he was lifted up to be able to see Bailey's eyes. "You're were comfy on my feet.." A grin spread over his face "Let's see how you do as a cock sock" and with those words, Ember was rolled over the sharp tip of Bailey's cock, a small amount of pre dripping into his damp fabric. Somehow this felt different than the feet, he felt filled in an entirely different way. If Ember were able to move he would be convulsing and shuddering as he was lowered further onto the canid member. His fabric was stretched as Bailey rolled Ember over his knot. The dobull looked coy "You're comfy... what was your name?" He paused. "Eh, doesn't matter now. You're just my cock sock~" there was something sing-songey in Bailey's tone. The hybrid sat for a moment with Ember stretched over his length before beginning to slowly pull the sock up and down his member, slowly at first. Ember could smell Bailey's musk emanating from his sweaty bull-bits. The combination of musk and pre consumed the socks' senses. Bailey sped up, pre and sweat soaking into his new pair of socks "You really suck in alot" Bailey noted "You were probably quite the slut before I transformed you" Ember wasn't a slut, he thought, Ember was a... was a.. He had trouble remembering.

Bailey began to moan as he pulled Ember up and down his shaft, pausing intermittently to soak Ember further in his mark. Ember desperately tried to remember details of who he was, his age, his species, his job, anything, every time he was almost at a memory he was filled with a total euphoria. Bailey's cock throbbed and began to twitch as he came closer to orgasm. He shot into Ember's fabric insides, thick cum inflating the sock like a balloon before slowly seeping through the layers of fabric and down the length of Bailey's member. As more and more cum soaked into Ember's body more and more humanity left him, by the time Bailey awoke the next day, leaving Ember to soak in his musk and cum overnight every ounce of humanity had left him. He was to be used, until he would eventually be worn out, torn, like all his predecessors. That didn't matter in the moment though, Ember was happy. Ember had a purpose.