Hunter peeked around the small, cramped apartment, checking to see if his roommate was in or not. He found said roommate, Coop (short for Cooper, not co-operative) sprawled out on his bed. The lanky human blushed slightly. 

       The burlier man was naked, only kept decent by a few drapes of his bedding, but his toned body was well-exposed and both of his feet were soles-first pointed at the doorway. Coop shifted a bit in his sleep, flexing his toes and splaying them, before settling back to stillness. 

       Hunter swallowed, staring at those feet for a few more moments, before shaking it off and heading back to his room. He wanted to get some art done before Coop woke up. He didn't have a lock on his door, and he was used to the bigger guy just barging in. That wasn't so bad, but if he was working on something more pornographic, the stress of possibly getting caught would make him freeze. 

       Closing his door quietly, the artist made his way over to his desk where his sketchbook lie, along with various pencils, erasers, etc. Hunter sat down, and grasped a pencil. He stared at a blank page for a few moments, before smiling as a thought came to mind, almost fully formed.

       He began to draw, his pencil moving in confident, definitive arcs and curves. He barely had to make any construction lines, his mind so clear in its goals. On the page, line by line, he formed up a cartoon fox. 

       The vulpine had classic "funny animal" proportions, but no gloves or shoes. His feet were human-ish more than paw-like, as were his hands. In the pencil state one might be forgiven for thinking he just drew a human with a fox head and a big bushy tail. Hunter took the time to shade the "socks" of the fox, a darker color fur indicated by rapid hatching strokes of the graphite. 

       For plausible deniability, he had left the loins for last, a notably blank space between the fox's legs. Hunter peered over his shoulder back at the door. He paused, before picking up his sketchbook and carrying it over onto his bed. He sat with his back against the wall on his mattress, propped up with his pillows. This way he'd be facing the door, and wouldn't have to be worried about being caught unawares. 

       Using his bunched up thighs as an easel, Hunter started to draw again. Careful strokes of the pencil outlined a human-shaped shaft, the head, the hanging sac. His eyes lingered on the coinpurse he'd given his creation. Thoughts of how cartoons were unbound by physical limitations danced in his head, thinking this fox could cum gallons, no, swimming pools if he wanted to. After a few more moments daydreaming, possibly thinking of follow-up sketches, the artist looked over the whole sketch, checking to make sure he had finished it up. 

       One detail he'd overlooked. He carefully used a sharpener on his pencil, before taking a moment to slowly slide the finer tip along the underside of the fox's erection, giving the impression of a slightly protruding urethra. He liked the idea that the fox's cock could stretch that out.

       "Hey, that's pretty good." Hunter started as a voice he didn't recognize split the silence of his bedroom. He looked around, before movement caught his attention and turned it back towards the paper. The pencil-sketch fox waved, and chuckled. "Yeah, it's me talking, cutie."

       "W-what?" Hunter stared.

       Idly running a few fingers along his shaft, the fox rocked his hips lewdly. "Poor guy's clearly had a lack of cartoon in his life if this is shocking. But clearly you're also a naughty boy. I mean..." He trailed off, clearly jerking his shaft for a moment, grinning, before striking a pose. A balloony exclamation point popped up above his head as his pupils turned to the bottom of his eyes. "Oh."

       Hunter was squirming in his place, blushing now. He was confused and surprised, but the more the fox moved the more he wished the fox could just not be on the page and be on his bed with him. 

       The vulpine lifted up a foot, looking over it. "You gave me pretty detailed feet, huh?" He wiggled his toes in a fluid wave motion. "Geeze, I'm like a living version of that 'you can tell what kink the artist has' meme, aren't I?" He grinned cheekily up at his creator. 

       "W-what? Y-you know about..." The human stammered, hung up on that reference.

       "You know about it, and you drew me. Stands to reason? Or at least a tidy handwave." He winked, before starting to walk, filling up more of the page. Hunter realized he was getting 'closer' to him in perspective. Once his ears were brushing the top of the paper and his feet were at the bottom, he made a thoughtful noise, before planting the tip of his tail against the 'ground' between his legs and rocking his weight back onto it, feet coming off the floor. "Either way, the way you're staring and the way you drew them, you've got a thing for feet. It's undeniable."

       Hunter blushed deeper than before, feeling the heat all the way in his ears. He made a few stammering sounds, but no full words escaped his lips, before the next development sent him silent.

       The fox extended his legs up at the artist. But rather than a perspective trick, forshortening, transformation of the shapes of graphite on paper, suddenly a pair of sketched feet was jutting out of the sketchbook. The toes wiggled invitingly. "Give them a nuzzle. I know you want to..." The vulpine's teasing voice almost surrounded the human, now.

       If he were in a clearer state of mind, Hunter might have marveled at how the cartoon had gained volume by pressing free of the page, or saw how the fox had braced his hands against the top of the page to keep his balance. But in his teased, almost painfully aroused state, all he could do was obey, pressing his face against the sole of one foot, grinding his nose into its surprisingly yielding surface, before twisting his neck to do the same to the other foot.

       "Good boy..." The fox gently pressed the artist back away from the page with a foot, before both arced downwards. 

       For a moment Hunter feared the cartoon was putting his feet back down on the page, before gasping as each big toe hooked into the waistband of his boxers. The way the hand-drawn toenails slid against his bare skin made him shiver, and slump a bit. 

       The fox tugged artfully, pulling Hunter's hips off the bed now that his back was a point of support on the wall once more, then a second tug downward, using the moment of airtime he'd earned to yank the boxers down, revealing the human's aching erection.

       Hunter flopped back down after the jerk, and let out a soft, needy whimper, his helplessly aroused state on full display to his creation. 

       Smirking, the fox curled one set of toes around the side of the human shaft, as the other foot's sole braced and ground the other side. "Poor thing. Now that he's got them, how will he get off without my feet..?" He began to jerk and rub more intently, toes dancing, soft soles pressing. 

       Hunter panted, gripping onto the sides of his sketchbook. His whole body shuddered as he felt his body preparing for climax. His blush had faded as his lust turned from shameful to shameless. All that blood was needed southward, clearly. He felt the foot-hold on his shaft turn a bit wet, and looked down. He realized he was leaking pre more profusely than he ever had before, and it had gotten the fox's feet wet. "G-god..."

       "Now, you don't have to call me that." The fox said cheekily. The cartoon gripped and rubbed more intently. The whole time his own erection never went away. It was throbbing as well, the look on his face pure dominant enjoyment. "Now what should you call me?" He asked idly. He didn't expect an answer from the panting man. He chuckled. "Even for a fox I'm pretty 'sketch', wouldn't you say?"

       "W-whuh...?" Hunter managed, even as he pressed his hips forward into those dexterous feet. 

       The fox twisted and switched roles for his feet as they worked. "Yeah, I'm Sketch. But you, boy... You can call me 'Master.' How's that sound?"

       "Nnnngh..." The human shuddered, on edge. 

       "Yeah, you're definitely mine. No doubt about it." Sketch grinned. He jerked a bit harder. "You know what? To say you agree, all you have to do is cum and you'll be mine forever."

       Hunter couldn't hold on any longer, and honestly he didn't want to. He shuddered, shooting his seed onto the hand-drawn soles cupping around his shaft, twitching and breathing in short shuddery gasps. It felt like forever for the human, but it was a few mere moments. Regardless, it left him slumped against the wall, panting and gasping to breathe normally again. 

       "Good boy. Now clean off Master's feet." The fox commanded playfully, raising his feet from Hunter's groin to his face, still dripping with seed. Before the human could even start, Sketch smeared them across the panting face, grinning.

       "Uuunnngh..." Hunter moaned, and started licking, stroking, replacing the slick from his shaft with the slick from his mouth bit by bit. If he'd been thinking clearer, he might have marveled at how pencil lead and paper tasted like a pleasantly musky foot. Occasionally, one of the feet would cup his jaw from underneath or slide along his neck as well, but mostly they ground across his face. 

       "Now, suck on my toes, pet." Sketch ordered, pressing one foot's toes to the human's lips.

       Thoughtlessly, the man obeyed; suckling and licking needily. He stayed on that foot, and was only offered the other foot once the fox had been satisfied with his performance. Hunter eagerly continued on the other set, twirling his tongue between each toe. 

       Once Sketch was satisfied, he pulled his feet away, finally retracting them into two dimensions on the page once more. His shaft was throbbing harder than ever, though. The fox chuckled. "Oh, you're so adorable. Take a look at yourself."

       Hunter looked around, and then picked up his phone where it was charging beside the bed. He opened the camera, before flipping the screen to look at himself. He gasped. Despite his disheveled look and the sheen of his own drool and cum on his cheeks, what drew his attention was a pencil-drawn collar, wrapped around his throat. There was a big, cartoony tag hanging off the front of it, and in the mirror-like display, he could reverse it in his mind. It was his name, and in smaller font beneath "property of Sketch, return to his balls if lost"

       "Your balls..?" Hunter asked, confused.

       "Oops. Looks like you're lost." Sketch cooed playfully. When the human looked, it was his cock jutting from the page, gripped at the base by one hand.

       Before Hunter could parse what this meant, the slit at the tip of the shaft spread open, and then downright gaped. Air in the room started to move, before the artist realized it was suction. He was being drawn towards that vacuuming cock. He yelped as his slightly smeared glasses were yanked off his head. Blurrily he could see them vanish into the cock without a single bulge. 

       Sketch moaned in pleasure. "Oh, you gave me a powerful dick, toy. Now, get in it."

       At the order, the human felt all of his bracing against the bed, against the book, fail at once, like his body obeyed without thinking. His whole world was the gaping slit for a moment, then he felt the heated flesh clamp down around his head. He squirmed, moaning muffled by the hand-drawn inner surfaces, his shoulders effortlessly conquered, pinning his arms to his sides. 

       The fox's shaft continued to suck and swallow greedily, momentarily making it to the hips, slurping up the spent shaft and the cell phone still clutched in his hand, then right on past towards the artist's feet. Sketch admired the way the human stretched to fit down his still relatively narrow urethra, full sized feet attached to tapering shins that vanished into his shaft. He reached out of the page with his other hand and braced against the soles of his creator, and pulled with an eager moan. Once the man's toes slipped out of sight, there was a momentary swell in the underside of the shaft, but it settled down into just how Hunter had drawn it a moment later. 

       Hunter had no sense of orientation, just the path he was being sucked down. His mind brought up the image of that single line of pencil lead he'd inscribed on the underside of the fox's cock. That was where he was. He shuddered, and started to hump the fleshy walls needily as that thought just brought his libido back to life. 

       Sketch grunted, as his balls wobbled beneath his shaft from some unseen impact, no larger than before. He ground his thumb over his sac with a lustful hiss. "All mine, now." He couldn't take it any longer himself. His shaft bucked in the air over the sketchbook, the urethra swelling a bit again, but in the reverse direction. Nothing but thick, hand-drawn seed came out this time, however. That was, until Hunter's shirt and boxer shorts flew out in one particularly large gush of fox seed.  They splatted and stuck to the ceiling. 

       The fox slowly came down from his peak, sighing happily. Sketch perked at the sound of the door to the bedroom starting to open, and pulled his cock back down onto the page, striking a sexy pose and holding it.

       Coop walked into the room, "Hey Hunt-" He stopped. He was sure he'd heard something from this room, enough to think that his roommate was in. "Weird." He paused, and looked over at the sketchbook. He chuckled. "Jeeze Hunter... With how protective you get of your smut, you sure do leave it out in the open a lot." He trailed off, spotting the ropes and drizzles of hand-drawn seed on the bedding. He couldn't really parse what he was seeing. After a few more moments the meathead shrugged it off, and headed back out of the room. "I'll have to text him and see where he got off to."

       

       Hunter felt as though he'd been massaged down the tunnel of flesh forever, his post-climax sensitivity sending tingles all through his form as he was driven deeper and deeper. All at once, however, he pressed through a snug ring, wincing and closing his eyes tightly at the light he found at the other end. He tumbled onto a soft surface, and couldn't feel any walls around himself or anything. 

       He reached up to feel his glasses still on his face, and carefully straightened them out, before sitting up and slowly opening his eyes. Hunter inhaled sharply.

       He wasn't sure how it was possible, but he was sitting on the ground in the middle of a city park. He didn't recognize anything specifically, but the design of the buildings he could see beyond the park was strangely simple and rounded, with a saturated color palate. 

       The next thing he noticed was the people in the park. They weren't human. They were cartoon animals, and most surprising of all, they all appeared to be in Hunter's art style. They were fully inked and painted, lines clean and professional, but there was no doubt that the style was the same he employed when creating Sketch: Cartoon faces, tails, and humanish proportions, especially their beautifully formed feet.

       The third thing he noticed was that the park appeared to be clothing optional, at least from the way the animals were dressed.  

       His thoughts were interrupted by a voice coming from behind him. "Hey, Pup. Wanna join us for Frisbee throwing?"

       Hunter twisted around, and his cheeks flushed hotly. There was a group of about five beautiful dogs of varying breeds, all standing tall above him, and all of them wearing nothing but a collar. Each of them had a beautiful erection as well, pointed at him. The short-cut grass perfectly framed each pretty toe on each human-shaped foot.  

       "Uh... what d-do I have to do?" The artist asked, stammering. He felt his tail starting to wag rapidly on its own. He perked, and looked down over his shoulder. Sure enough, there was a wagging tail, and something larger than he was used to was taking up that blind spot where his nose was supposed to be. He felt his face, and found a soft, cartoony muzzle, and then saw his hands were cartoon as well. He quivered with a soft, bashful, and extremely canine yip as he realized he too was an illustrated dog.

       A tall, broad-shouldered Doberman crouched down next to him. "Well, we don't need to play with the Frisbee, cutie. You just seemed a bit lost, sitting out here, all alone."

       Hunter couldn't help himself, eyes tracing the cartoon musculature to the doberman's throbbing cock. From there he trailed his view along the defined legs, to his gorgeous feet. The newly canine artist stared for a long time, lost in thought and lust for this beautiful dog and his feet. He wondered if he created this place. After all, he got here through one of his drawings. But that didn't feel right. His hand went to feel at the tag on his collar. "I... ah... I'm waiting for m-my Master. I'd love to play but I should ask him first."

       The Doberman nodded. "Yeah, our masters already know each other and let us come out here and play for hours. I hope your Master lets you come play soon." He stood up, and Hunter got a whiff of his shaft passing his face, before the hunky canine walked back to the others, and they started chatting amongst themselves, walking in a group to another area of the park. 

       Shakily, Hunter stood up, looking around. From the blue sky above to the trees, to the grass between his still-human shaped toes. This world was seamless, beautiful, and intuitively, his mind landed on one possibility. This was Sketch's, and he was somehow inside the fox's balls.

       

       Hearing the door close, Sketch sighed, dropping the pose, and cupped his balls with one hand. "Nice and comfy in there, Hunter?" He didn't get a response... but his balls gurrrgled like an empty stomach. "Well... You'd probably feel better if you had some familiar things in there..." Sketch grinned, and thrust his arousal back up into the air, off of the page. The slit flexed, and twitched. At first nothing seemed to be happening. But then, one might see that all the walls were closer to the shaft, even though nothing had moved. Then, abruptly, everything distorted, and started to flow into that single point, the room going through all at once, then the apartment, and then the whole building.

       

       In the living room of the apartment, Coop felt a strange tingle wash over him. He stood up and looked around. Nothing seemed amiss. He opened the door into Hunter's room. Everything was normal in there, bed empty, desk cluttered, still no Hunter. He paused. Wasn't there a sketchbook sitting on the bed before? He shook his head. He must have misremembered. He let the door close and walked back into the living room, idly stripping since Hunter was nowhere to be found.

       

       Sketch shuddered blissfully as his cock swallowed at the fabric of reality. He vaguely felt that roommate of Hunters moving around, around as faintly as he felt all the beautiful cartoon animals in his balls, too small to matter but definitely there. The more of space he got, the easier it was to distort and compress it. He shuddered and thrust his hips, feeling the last of the building reach the base of his shaft and press into the balls, just as the city limits were slipping into the slit of his shaft.

       

       Hunter paused. Was that building there before? He stared. He recognized this building. He looked up at his apartment building, softened and smoothed out, like a proper cartoon. He was about to ask someone whether it had always been there, before he noticed an odd sort of warp around it. Buildings were fading into view in an outward, spherical ripple. Hunter recognized them as the buildings that resided on either side of his apartment building. Something was happening that was superimposing his town into this cartoon world. 

       Experimentally, he walked forward to meet the expanding change, and then checked himself. As it passed over him, he remained a cartoon dog, but the ground under his feet became a sidewalk. Looking around, the cartoon animals didn't seem to notice, seamlessly changing their behaviors to match the new environment. 

       

       Sketch cried out, gripping the edge of the sketchbook pages as he hit a powerful climax. He shuddered, gushing seed out around the corner of existence stuffed down his cock. He rapidly wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft to make sure none of the world was able to backslide out of his dick. When his orgasm finally ended, he sighed, and began flexing his shaft once more, pulling more and more. The whole country was sliding into his shaft, now. Every flex brought an exponentially larger amount of space into his body. Looking out of his page, suddenly the sketchbook appeared to be floating out in orbit. Looking down at his shaft, the last bits of Earth were slipping in. The moon was rushing for his shaft now too. 

       "Guh, What is that... all the humans? I'm nowhere near full." Sketch smirked cockily, feeling another climax rushing towards him. 

       

       Hunter looked around, and he was definitely in his own city now, just, illustrated. Smooth cartoon lines, cleaner streets. The number of animal people had multiplied by quite a bit as he no longer saw anything that wasn't his home town. The dog wagged bashfully, looking up at the sky. He gasped softly, as all at once, the moon appeared, big, soft, and cartoony. It was faint against the blue sky, but definitely there. It began to slide along the sky, towards the horizon. Well, it only made sense for the moon in a cartoon world to only come out at night...

       The artist felt an odd quiver run through his form. No one around him seemed to notice, just as they hadn't noticed the world changing when it became his city. Looking up, Hunter gasped. It had been a nice bright day with a blue sky, but it wasn't until just now he realized there was no sun in the sky.

       And then there was the sun.

       

       Sketch was starting to lose track of his orgasms as cubic lightyears of space were slurping up away into his cock as easy as cubic inches had when he'd started. Whole stars were stretching and compressing down into his shaft like he was a black hole. He panted and rocked his hips, knowing that his world was just getting more and more complete inside. He cried out, hitting another orgasm as the last of the Milky Way sucked out of sight into his all-consuming cock. 

       Even through the climax, he didn't stop sucking. Faster and faster, other galaxies rushed to join the first, becoming as much of a blur of motion as the stars had been before. He thrust, over and over, and finally saw the border of what he was taking in. He grinned lustily, sights set on finishing off the universe. 

       He bucked his hips, flexing greedily, cock swallowing and sucking on reality itself with more power than could be measured. Just as his cock was about to hit climax again, shhhhlup!

       The sketchbook was floating in a void. It wasn't even space. It was nothingness. The realization that he'd taken the entire universe set himself off again, and he gushed seed into the void. 

       Slowly, Sketch recovered, and sighed. "Better go make sure everyone's okay in my balls, heh." He reached a hand out of the page and grasped the corner of it, before shoving the paper against the slit of his cock. With a rapid slurp, the sketchbook vanished as well, leaving nothing but floating, hand-drawn cum where the universe was supposed to be.
       


       Hunter couldn't understand why, but he knew. Everything was Sketch's, now. The idea made him wag happily, and his cock throb eagerly. The dog gasped in surprise as his sketchbook just popped into being right in front of him. It flopped right to the ground.

       A fully inked and painted hand pressed out of the page, then another, before Sketch pulled himself up from two dimensionality, a fully realized cartoon. He very deftly stepped out of the book fully, grinning. He wrapped Hunter in a tight hug, nuzzling and flicking his own tail about in a vulpine equivalent to wagging. "My good boy, waiting for me."

       The dog whined happily at the praise, his tail wagging faster. It felt right to belong to his master, and it felt good to be praised by him. Hunter nuzzled and licked affectionately, embracing the fox in return.

       "Everything that is is mine." Sketch said, matter of fact. "But you..." He kissed Hunter tenderly. "You're the most mine of all."

       The dog swooned, little hearts floating up from his head as he slumped into his master's embrace, tail a blur behind him.

       "Oh, you've taken to being a cartoon so easily." The vulpine praised the canine and scratched between his ears.

       Hunter shook his leg involuntarily at the sensation. 

       "Alright, let's go home." Sketch said, authoritatively, looking towards the apartment building. He stared a bit, then snapped his fingers.

       Before Hunters eyes, the building shifted with that same strange ripple effect, washing across everything. Once again they were at the park, but the only building that the dog could see was a beautiful manor house. But somehow, he knew it was the apartments, changed.

       The fox led his pet up the elegant stairs to the front door, and opened it. 

       Sitting on a nice, fancy couch in the middle of an enormous living room was a hunky, well-built shark. He looked up from his phone. "There you are, Hunter..." Coop stood up, making his way to meet the pair as they walked in. "I was calling your phone but you didn't answer, and you weren't in your room..." He trailed off. "Were you off with this guy? Did you go and get a boyfriend without telling me?" He chuckled, showing his cartoony zig-zag of shark teeth.

       Before Hunter could react to the towering specimen of shark-man his already hunky roommate had become, Sketch spoke for him. "Oh yeah, he's my boyfriend, and my pet." The fox playfully tapped Hunter's tag dangling from his collar. "And he's a very good boy."

       The dog blushed deeply, wagging up a storm. "I'm trying." He murmured bashfully.

       His owner stroked his cheek. "You're succeeding." Sketch gave his pet a soft kiss, before smiling up at Coop.

       The shark rubbed the back of his head, just above his dorsal fin. "Man, I was hoping I'd get to tap that. Guess I didn't act on it fast enough." He shifted his weight from one human-ish foot to the other. "I can't fault you for getting collared, Hunt. This fox is a stud."

       "You can join us in the bedroom if you want, Cooper." Sketch practically purred, starting to guide Hunter along by his collar, towards the stairs leading up further into the manor. 

       "Really?" Coop asked, closing the front door. "Is that cool with you, Hunt?"

       The blushing dog whimpered, nodding eagerly. As he did so, his cock bounced up and down with the severity of its throbbing. 

       The shark casually started peeling off his clothes, heading to join the pair.

       At the top of the stairs, Sketch pressed open a pair of French doors, revealing a broad, elegant bedroom suite, with the largest bed Hunter had ever seen. He guided the dog over onto the bed, and gestured for him to scoot into the middle of it. The fox sat down at the edge of the bed, looking up at Coop as he got to the bed as well. "I was thinking we get this good boy off with our feet, together."

       Hunter whiiined lustily, shifting his hips in place.

       Coop just grinned. "I knew you were into feet, dude." The shark scooted onto the bed, getting his feet right up close to the needy dog's groin.

       The fox casually slipped his way over, furling his toes elegantly, before starting to stroke with his sole. "Join in any time you like, Cooper."

       Nodding, the shark pressed his own foot to the other side of Hunter's shaft. "You can just call me Coop, dude.

       The dog whimpered, pressing his hips forward into the treatment, leaking pre profusely over both soles. 

       Sketch chuckled. "But your full name is so cute..." He trailed off. His balls gurrrgled like an empty stomach. The fox turned his head towards you. Yes, you, the reader. He winked, and pointed his cock towards you as well. "Your reality is next, peeping tom. Don't worry, it'll be fun for everyone." His cockslit began to gape open and