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A loud yawn resonated throughout the bedroom, shaking the walls, as 8am rang on

a cheap electronic alarm clock, the kind you can order in bulk from Chinese

imports, unreliable and imprecise. Noma growled, he was not a morning person by

any stretch, his arm lifting up and extending, thrown towards the bedside table

to crash onto the clock, the noise of plastic snapping and electronics crunching

cutting off the constant beeping before silence took over.

The lynxcoon turned around, opening his eyes to look at the light managing to

sneak in despite the closed blinds, bright enough to him to be blinding. He

moved his hand up from the dimple in the worn out dedicated “clock” table over

to the more cared for items on the second one placed a little further, just out

of reach if he didn't lean over some, safe from the morning grump, fingers

hazardously grabbing onto the open arm of his glasses, bringing them back over

his eyes, the room tinting green and the light now dim enough not to blind the

hyper light sensitive feline hybrid.

Noma sat up, bringing his feet back on the mattress, hand containing another

yawn before using his claws to scritch through his chest fur, glancing to his

side to the empty space in the bed, where he expected to see a short chameleon

pressing against him for warmth. The scaled companion couldn't have gotten up,

that would have halted the light sleep of the lynxcoon, who deduced he probably

just rolled over the poor thing while sleeping, the mass of the bulky hybrid

likely to have made the Djinn burst to ether, and rather than risk a night of

constant interruptions from being crushed, Roy probably flowed back to his lamp

for some peace.

This feeling was only reinforced when glancing down to the floor, he saw the

lamp standing right there in the middle of the room, bringing a wide, goofy grin

on his face thinking of a way to mess with the chameleon. Stretching again, he

turned around to get his legs off the side of the bed, the fully padded feet

landing with a deaf, deep thump on the cold floor, toes drumming down a rhythm

following his humming of a made up song, throwing the sheet onto the bed to get

up, slowly stretching up, hands soon bumping against the ceiling, the woes of

being an 8.8ft colossus in a barely “large people” compliant home, just a head

or two short of bumping his from just standing up, but that only made Noma

chuckle, used to this, and taking it as more as a display of his size than an

inconvenience, and being at the lower end of the larger sized homes made the

rent cheaper.

With this little fluke out the way, he stretched again, but his arms went

sideways instead, the bare chest, boxers wearing wall of muscles flexing and

flowing, before relaxing, arms falling against his sides, stepping closer to the

lamp, and crouching down over it, clearing his throat and bringing his hand next

to the gold item, he tapped his index claw against the shiny metal and in a

deep, singing voice called to his chameleon.

“Oh Rooooooooy, time to wake up, don't make me come in to pull you out, it would

be cramped in there for the two of us!”

He licked his lips, eagerly awaiting the squeaky complain about how he

supposedly “couldn't do that”, or a long, shaky “baaaaaaaad”, but silence

reigned in the room for a good minute or two, before the lamp started to shake

with a low rumble. Really, Noma thought, Roy was just going to come out without

any fight back? That was far from what the chameleon would usually do.

No something wasn't right, Noma stood up and stepped back, watching as the ether

started to flow out of the lamp, building up into a cloud, soon enough as tall

as a person, if a little wider, but it didn't stop there, the magic mass growing

still, soon a whole head taller than him and at last, the cloud started to

solidify into its proper form, Noma swallowing nervously as he finally saw not

an overgrown whimp of a chameleon, nor the muscular dragon form of Roy, in fact,

he couldn't tell which form the lizard was under, and for a reason, what stood

tall before him was merely Roy's footpaw. A large, scaly foot, resting on its

heel, the ball right at head level for Noma, with four, thick clawed toes

splayed out above, slowly curling back as a deep voice echoed out of the lamp

the paw was stretching out from, the leg's ether still flowing fluidly to

connect into the little gold tube.

“Good morning to you too Noma... Care to give me a little hug before I get up?

You don't get a choice actually, that's an order.”

Roy's words echoed into Noma's head, still trying to process what was going on.

The lynxcoon swallowed nervously, stuttering a response before his brain could

form words at last.

“W-w-wait what?! H-how... That's not right you can't be-”

But he couldn't finish off before Roy spoke again, in an impatient tone, the

digits above flexing to urge the lynxcoon to follow directions.

“I gave you an order, didn't I? Now execute it, or else...”

A deep, devilish laugh echoed as the lizard's foot began to approach closer, the

green scales of the sole inching closer... Or so Noma thought, before the claws

crashed through the ceiling, that foot was swelling right before his eyes, only

coming closer from the gained size, settling at last, with the toes hidden above

the white painted surface, debris and dust coming down around the footpaw.

Shivering, Noma pushed his hands against the tough sole to try and push the foot

back into the lamp, with little effect beyond providing a light massage, the

trembling voice of the lynxcoon stuttering once more.

“N-no no no! Wait! Stop! Y-you're going to wreck the place if you continue! You

can't ju-”

“I didn't ask for a massage, did I? Hug my foot, now, I won't stop until you do

it.”

Roy cut off again, his footpaw growing again, quickly pushing Noma back,

unimpeded by the ceiling as it effortlessly and swiftly went up until Noma was

left pressed against the green heel. The lynxcoon let out a groan that ended up

in a whine, hesitantly reaching around the wall of scale to press himself

against it to provide the demanded hug, sighing defeatedly before addressing the

lizard again.

“F-fine, here, happy now?”

“Good. Now kiss.”

Roy's words caught the lynxcoon off guard, jaw trembling as he muttered a

complain.

“H-hey now that wasn't the deal!”

But he realized his mistake all too late as that heel he held onto outgrew his

grip, sunlight shining from above around the green wall as it plowed through the

roof, and soon collapsing the floor too, leaving the lynxcoon knocked out for a

moment, coughing in the debris, trying to shake off the confusion feeling the

scaly paw steamrolling over his legs, looking back and unable to turn around

with the limbs pinned down, Noma yelped, helplessly watching that room filling

heel slowly bury him down, stopping just short of smothering his skull. Roy's

voice echoed again, deeper, louder than before, and so hard to make out the

words it formed now.

“The deal is I'm in charge, so do as I say, and I say kiss.”

Swiftly, the lizard shifting his footpaw sideways, rolling the “little” lynxcoon

over and onto his back, to face the underside of the great heel, debris still

falling around with dust covering the lynxcoon's glasses. Noma coughed again,

breath short and quick, lips shivering ready to speak, before simply pursing and

approaching the green mass pressing him down, closing his eyes to push his lips

against the cool scales, beginning to suckle to give what the lizard wants,

going the extra mile to appease the beast, even if the house is already wrecked.

A deep rumbles echoes through the collapsed home, Roy evidently pleased by the

lynxcoon's attention. The Djinn rolls his foot forward at last, burying Noma's

head under the literal tons of scaly being raising up. The rest of Roy's body

flowing out of the lamp to stand up and proud while keeping his little paw pet

blind to the rest of his greatness until he's fully out, formed, and stretching

out, moving his paw to the side to reveal the view of that godly body towering

high above the suburb, the chameleon's form revealed at last with a bare chest

showing off the swimmer build that, while less impressive at an identical

height, was packing enough power to leave even the lynxcoon in awe, especially

with a smirking face staring down, eyes locked onto him.

Noma swiftly scrambled up to his feet, finally free and able to build up the

strength to shake of the overwhelming sight, walking back to try and get away,

only to bump into the still standing wall, the chameleon's toeclaws having just

barely scratched it, the digits having only crunched down an opening after

moving off of the feline just a few meters away, but getting any closer was a

risky maneuver when those toes alone stood taller than he was.

The lynxcoon gulped down, ears bending back, he was trapped, and Roy knew that

well, the chameleon showing off his tongue in an advanced way of licking his

lips, extending out the muscle away, bending and going back to touch the tip

against the surface of his lip, going all the way around before slurping it all

back into his maw, giving a toothy, predatory grin, leaving Noma's heart to skip

a beat at the sight, and body to freeze as he spoke again, words booming into

the hybrid's sensitive ears.

“I think I'm ready for breakfast now.”

Before Noma could protest, the chameleon's tongue shoot out with incredible

speed, along perfect aim to slam right onto the lynxcoon's body, the thick drool

sticking the furry prey to the broad surface, leaving Noma yelping when it

reeled back in just as fast, flinging him into the hot cavern that was Roy's

maw, dizzy and disoriented, unable to fight back beyond mindless squirms that

did nothing if please the green giant who eagerly sloshed the little morsel

around his jaws for a while.

But all good things must come to an end, and so the chameleon pushes Noma

against his cheek to speak.

“Tell me how much you love me, come on.”

Noma barely registered he was even being spoke to, blinking and shaking his head

trying to figure out what was happening.

“W-what?...”

“Come on, mon petit ami, tell me you love me.”

Noma hesitated for few seconds, the voice having the impact of gunshot from this

position, but at last, able to make out the request, he took a deep breath to

reply.

“I... I love you, I love you so deeply and I know you love me too and there is

no way you would just swallow your boyfriend like mere food to end up risking

diges-”

GULP, the order completed, Roy finally satisfied the urge of his hunger. He knew

well the risk, for Noma, and he did care and love his little fluff ball but the

pressing hunger and guilty feeling of pleasure teasing to completion was too

strong.

Feeling the bulge of the lynxcoon go down his throat pleasantly, he pressed his

fingers to the little bump before all too early, it disappeared down, moving his

hand to his stomach to pat it a few times, feeling the weak struggles of his so-

called lover for a while before they weakened.

Alas Noma tired out after just a few minutes, stopping his struggling, only for

the chameleon's stomach to growl loudly, followed by a hearty belch shaking the

neighborhood, that propelled out the half-crunched glasses of the lynxcoon into

his hand. Staring down at the ridiculously tiny accessory in his palm, he

snorted, finishing them off curling up his fist around them with a smug smirk,

ready to take on the day full of energy and ready to show what else he can do,

nothing was off limit after his boyfriend.