Escape the Neighborhood Update v.97 (Patreon)

Hello, my favorite patrons!

Happy pride month gays, strays, and baes! I hope it goes excellently for all of you! Thank you for your patience. I haven't been feeling very well the last few days so I'm running a couple days behind. But you know what makes me feel better? This sexy new scene requested by BigBootsBias! I hope you all haven't forgotten Officer Rustler? The cruel and playful Beauceron security guard? Well if you have, he's about to remind you in a big way! Once again end up subjected to this hunk's (lack of) mercy as you assist him with his workout... by being his insole padding! Then, really see what he's capable of as he transforms you into a new sport sock to replace his old one. Get ready to spend the rest of your life as an inanimate object at his huge, sweaty feet!

I hope you all enjoy!

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Major Updates (For Human & Furry Editions):

- Added new Beauceron Security Guard(Furry Version)/Human Security Guard(Human Version) Sock TF scene.

Minor Updates (For Human & Furry Editions):

- A new Cheat Code has been added for Swallowed+ Tier patrons to jump directly to the new Ending.

- The link to the previous release of the online version has been retired.

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And here is the link to this update's drive folder:

https://forms.gle/cnx5PJw9HqqTXWzn7 - Tasting Tier Patrons

https://forms.gle/QysniTePG73WnEND8 - Swallowed+ Tier Patrons

The passwords are located in the respective chats for your tiers here on Patreon. (Found in the Chats tab at the top of the page.)

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As always if anyone has any trouble or questions please let me know!

Thank you all so very much again for your support and I hope you enjoy!

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Before you can look around too much more, the canine's big fingers come in to join you, shoving you backwards and deeper into the shoe. You land hard onto your stomach facing in and you can see the immaculate detail of his footprint in the insole, all the way to the completely clearly defined toe prints dug into it. It's like a perfect cast of his giant foot, which is far far bigger than your minuscule body.

The guard rolls you onto your back so you're facing up at him and slides you back. You're grossed out by how easily your body slides against the slick insole. He positions you right in the center of the print where the ball of his foot would clearly rest. You try to squirm and fight back against his hand but he's infinitely too strong for you.

He grabs the tape with his other hand and rips off a small length of it. The two of you engage in a brief battle for control over your limbs, one that he easily wins. He roughly pins down your left arm and before you can try to wiggle away he slams the piece of tape down on it. He roughly smooths it down and the second he removes his hand you try to pull yourself free. Unfortunately for you, the tape is far stronger than your tiny body, securing you to the insole no matter how you squirm and thrash like a freshly caught fish.

Rustler grins in dark amusement at your feeble struggles, ripping off three more lengths of tape. Two he momentarily sticks on the rim of the shoe for easy access and the third he holds ready. You can't fight any easier as he spreads your right arm wide open and tapes it down as well. You know what's coming next but you're powerless to stop him from using the other two pieces to tape down each of your legs. You're left spread eagle on the insole looking directly up at him. You strain to lift yourself free of the lengths of tape holding you down but you're simply not anywhere near strong enough.

“Pfft... pathetic. I thought I'd need more but look at you. You can't even pull free a little, can you.” He sneers a bit as he looks down at you, “But now that you're good and secure we can get ready to head out and pound the court together. Won't that be great? You can finally know what it's like to keep up with a guy like me!”

You certainly don't think it's so great but the struggling is wearing you out quickly and you lie there panting for a moment.

The beauceron takes that opportunity to straighten up. Your range of vision is now just a single tunnel of view but you can see his leg lift, followed by his titanic, sweaty, socked foot.

“Here we go, runt. Brace yourself!” He drops his voice to a low growl, “Not that it'll do you any good.”

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