Parappa closed the door behind him, plopping onto his bed with an exhausted sigh. Even as he laid on the sheets, resting after a long day of spittin' rhymes and saving the day once again, he very much remained stressed. He surmised that "it is what it is" having to follow through such a hefty burden. Slowly, he sat up, looking straight down at his red sneakers for a moment. He had these kicks for god knows how long, and the fact that they still look pretty good til this day could be considered a miracle. But now, he had enough of wearing them; he kicked them off, letting them lazily fall on their sides, releasing his warm, socked feet. He sighed again, and this time with relief~ He scrunched his toes, seeing how his socks were slightly loose around his digits from shuffling around in them all day. Parappa began to pull his socks off, and wrinkled his soles before spreading his toes, simply enamored by the sight of his own feet. They were big, much like his hands, if not bigger. The little dawgy always believed his height went into his feet...but he doesn't mind that at all~ He loved looking at his underfeet in that mirror in front of him, seeing their plump thickness pop out from beneath his pants, his toes idly wriggling around a little...Parappa honestly found them fucking cute~ He smiled, in love with them...even his socks, too~ They felt slightly damp, having been soaked in all that sweaty foot moisture...and his sensitive doggy nose was enjoying it the whole time, how the aroma of the sneakers mixed in with his socks, which mixed in with his feet, the layering of smells primed to absolyte perfection to him~ Parappa immediately took his socks and punted them against his nose, taking in a deeeeeeep whiff, his brow furrowed as he took a long, passionate sniff...then, he opened his eyes, which were ahegaoingly rolled up to the ceiling, his smile absent of everything but joy~ He stared at his socks for a moment, seeing them glisten in the sunlight~ If heaven were a cloth-- SNNNRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFF~ "Mmmmmrrrrmmmmmnnnnnggggghhhh~ I...I love you, socks~!" Parappa nuzzled his face into both of them, sniffing them all over like a bouqet of flowers. Before long, the little dawgy was in the middle of another bout of self-indulgance, his socks stuffed in his mouth, their legs dangling beneath his chin, his own feet scrunching with every deep inhale and spreading with every steep exhale, his nose frequently diving into either sneaker in hand and he alternated each shoe in front of his face, adoring the entrapment of his pleasurable footfunk embedded into their insoles, getting high from sour smell, which only made him wanna snort harder and moan louder. He couldn't care less how weird this was, he only wanted MORE~ "Uhh wuhh yuhh, shnnhz~" he gave compassion to his shoes. His heart was beating fast, and had he not had his mouth full, his constant smiling would be much more apparent. Here he was, enjoying the sneakersniffing, the sockslurping and the footgazing. Parappa loved how ultra smooth yet so meaty his feet were, how the bottom of his soles and toes were naturally slightly darker, how he couldn't stop studying every curve on them, how they smelt so fucking good~ His erection was obvious, his glans grinding hard against his underwear, pitching a solid tent beneath his jeans. For a moment, he stared at the mirror. He looked like a complete wacko, obessesing over such smelly possesions. It would be embarassing if Sunny & PJ knew about his secret fetish... "Hnnnnnnngggmmmmgggghhh~", but that only made him even harder--what if everyone stared at him, sucking on his socks, nosediving into his shoes, with his giant stompers out in the air for everyone to see and sniff~? "Gggnnnnhmmmmmpphhh~" To think of all the mean and weird things they'll say about him...most of all the part where they'd poke fun at that funny pokey between his legs...to be humiliated and ENJOY it...it just...it just... FUCK--he couldn't take it anymore--in a flash, his shirt, pants, beanie and undies all went airborne, before haphazardly landing all over the floor. He plopped his slobbered socks onto his lap, and with a slight squeeze of his disheveled blonde hair, along with a curt hiss, Parappa arched his back and as finally he masturbated his cock. "Goddddd...I fuckin' love my feet~ Can't stop beating my meat, with my dick thumpin' my heartbeat~" he instinctually spat out his rhymes, watching that reflection in that mirror show that lustdrunken face, naked body, messy hair, huge head, big hands...and especially his thicc stompers~ FAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAP "HNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG~" Parappa aggressively jerked his dick, while aggressively smelling his socks, even his own armpits, getting muggy from the masturbatory action and loving the growing, mangy scent he now carries~ "Godddd...I love you, Parappa...I love you, me~ C-can't stop worshiping myself~" he gushed out, before flossing his toes by kneading his fingers between his plump digits with his free hand, before smothering his nose with the toe-tainted fingers~ SNNNNNFFFFFF~ "Mmmmph, sour cream--" SNNRRRRRRRRFFFF~ "MMMMMPH~" He went ahead and did it again, dick leaking precum as he kneaded his balls and inhaled the scent wafting off of them, too....then he wiped the crack of his rather-plump ass and breathed in the swampyness~ "FUGGGGGGG, YO...I'm gonna...I...I-I...I'm about too--" SHOVE~ "--KRLRKMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPHH~" he reinserted his socks into his mouth, teething and licking the salty flavor as he proceeded to beat off even harder, and with both hands, this time. "HHHNNNNRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFHH~" he breathed loudly...he felt so CLOSE~ Then, he released his dick, making it let loose a thick, oozing stream of semen out of itself, the dog temporarily stunned by the intense stimulation, his chest jumping up and down, his nose shooting steamy breathes onto his socks as he stared down at his throbbing, edged member, seconds before he finally PRESSSEED his soft soles against his dick-- "MmmmmMMMMMMMNNNNNRRFFFFF, mmmMMMmmMMMmmmmmhhh~" His eyes rolled in pleasure as he painted his feet in that sticky boijuice~ As his focus went to the mirror again, his eyes shot wide for a moment--FUUUCCCCKKKK, was it SUCH a SEXY SIGHT, his BIG SOFT DOGGYFEETS FOOTJOBBING HIS OWN MEMBER, his SOLES CLOSED AROUND his DICK with ONLY his TIP SHOWING, with his TOES SPLAYED OUT at EITHER SIDE....it was DRIVING HIM NUTS~! FUCCCKK, FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK FUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK-- Then, he picked up his sneakers again, and closed his eyes, pretending all of his friends were surrounding him, watching him...pointing at him, laughing at him, looking at him in disgusting, ruining friendships, becoming the local weirdo...all because he loved his feet too fucking much. He even enviioned himself tattered in body writing, all pertaining to his massive fixation on his stompers...maybe he's trapped in a wall, with his ass, balls, cock and dickstroking, erection-inducing feet jutting out the other side, having anonymous perverts fuck his ass, touch his balls, suck his dick, and do ALL THREE to his FEET~! "MmmmmmmMMMHHHHHHHHHHNNNNRRRRGGGHHHH~!" Parappa proceeded to give himself a footjob as he alternated seating either shoe on his face, snorting and stroking, still fantasizing about all the most cruel and unsual scenarios to happen upon him. FUCK...he's thinking of making a mixtape all about his feet...maybe he'll have fans huff his socks, lick his shoes, cum on his feet...he'd probably toefloss his footfetish mixtapes to give them that patented Parappa rankstank~ SNRFSNRFSNNNNNNRRFFSSNNNRRRRFFFFFRRRRRTTT~ ...Just selling his worn socks online, some slurped on, some others worn for everal days straight, some straight from his dirty laundry...even some streaked with his CUM~ STROKESTROKESTROKESTROKESTROKESTROKE~ "HNNRRFF...MMMFFFF...HHHHHNNNNRRFF....MMMMMMFFFF...HHHNNNNNNRRRRRRRFFFFRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFF~" ...Then came a little whine, and-- SPLOOORTSPPLLUUURRTTSSPPLOORRRSSPPLLUURRTTSSPPLLOORRSSPPLLT~ All that bottled-up horny energy violently lobbed itself out of him--Parappa nearly lost his mind to pitch-black unconsciousness as he breathed hard through his nose, dizzy from the strong, rough spunkspurts escaping from his nawtybit~ His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his sneakers discarded on the floor, his socks removed from his mouth as he placed his hands along the edge of the bed, blinking himeslf back into reality...he realized it was his ceiling he was staring at for the past minute, lying down on his back...as his vision cleared up, Parappa looked forward and saw his ejaculated nut tossed across the ground in long, goopy streams, the semen thick and murky with its accompanying sperm. Everything was quiet again...the stress was done away with...the little dawgy once more looked at his reflection, sobering up yet remained somewhat lustdrunk...he gazed at his undersoles, now clammy and glistening with precum~ Finally, he layed back on the bed with an exasperated sigh as his erection went flaccid, hearing his heart racing through his ears, moments before his eyelids went heavy, his conscious was fleeting, and his snores grew prominent~