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In Your Dreams

Roman pulled up to the brownstone, his truck lashed with bungies and ratchets to keep his various belongings secure for the drive over. The lion came out of his big pickup, the proud wild cat a testament to his species. He was well over six foot and wide. He had an old workout shirt on that read “HE Lifts Me Up So I Can LIFT!” his powerful pecs practically eating the cross emblazoned on the front. He had a pair of baggy basketball shorts on, or at least with someone smaller they would be baggy. His powerful thighs filled most the space, the silky fabric shimmering and highlighting the contours of his powerful legs. His proud, golden mane swept back, his beard tight to his muzzle as his large sneakers pounded the pavement as he got started on bringing his stuff in.

He paused as he saw a Rent-a-Haul a few spaces down, the back opened to show various boxes and furniture. Must have been his new roomies stuff. His eyes lingered for a bit before he shrugged and started with a few boxes of his own. He would meet him inside. His powerful biceps flexed near effortlessly as he started to bring his belongings up to his floor.

Roman was excited to move into his new apartment and meet his new roommate. One of the lion’s old friends recommended this Andy guy, so Roman was more than willing to give him a shot. With the way his friend talked him up, he was ready to get the measure of the fox himself. So, when he entered the apartment, he half thought the guy in the other bedroom was a mover and not his soon to be roomie.

“Yo! Nice to meet ya,” The fox dipped below the threshold of the door to enter the main living room and help Roman with his boxes. “I’m Andy. You must be this Roman that Lyle was talking about.”

The fox was wearing a tank top that clung to his chest, the sweat from his pecs soaking it down to form an arrow that pointed to his tight athletic shorts. The fox’s foot paws were almost slightly too big for his size, Roman had to blink as he looked at those stompers. They were huge! Not that anything about the fox was small. Why should his feet be any different? They were a beautiful mix of feet and paw, four toes with tendons and muscle flexing atop and a strong heel forming the back.

“Damn dude,” Roman set his boxes down and held out his hand. “Lyle wasn’t kidding when he said you were huge.”

“Yeah, not really believable that a fox could be this big until you see it yourself, huh,” Andy clasped Roman’s hand, the powerful flexing handshake giving them a warm strain in their biceps. “Damn, you’re pretty big yourself.”

“Yeah, I like to keep myself in top shape,” Roman nodded. “I got some competitions coming up that I do on the side. You should join. They’re hella fun.”

“I might, just do that,” Andy broke the hand shake, his warm hand and onyx claws slipping from Roman’s golden mitt and clear ones. He stood up to his full height, putting his hands on his hips, his chest heaving a bit. Roman smiled, impressed with the fox’s physique. He could always admire a well stacked body. Roman put his hands on his hips to mirror his roommate’s stance and they were practically nose to nose. Andy may have been a hair higher than him, or maybe it was the slant of the floor. The lion couldn’t quite tell.

“You need help bringing in your stuff?” Andy gave him a beaming smile, the two of them finding the other to be a more than adequate match to their size. The pervasive need to baby and coddle the smaller species around him didn’t nag Roman when he was around Andy. The big lion could be himself around the massive fox and not need to hold back his strength. He wasn’t worried about bruising or hurting Andy, and that was a new kind of relief he welcomed into his home. It was nice to have that kind of freedom, and also that muscle helping in a move.

They practically got everything in the apartment in one afternoon between the two of them. Andy was more of a showoff than Roman expected, but it wasn’t completely unwarranted. Roman offered to assist with lifting some particularly heavy boxes from the fox’s truck, but Andy just waved him off, squatted down, his ass nearly splitting his shorts as they flexed, and lifted them with little to no effort. There were a couple boxes of lifting equipment that made his pecs flex and his biceps strain. Suffice to say, they both had a decent pump going by the end of things.

“Dang man,” Roman started as they set his couch down in the living room. “Those aren’t just vanity muscles, huh?”

“Yeah man,” Andy smirked, flexing one arm before sitting down on the couch, his arm resting over the back of it, the corner pressing into his pit. “You’ll see there’s a lot more to this besides the hellish good looks.” Andy shot the lion some finger guns before kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. His flip flops having been discarded and leaving his soles exposed. Those pads were thick and strong, and when he flexed and fanned his toes they would get grow taut or wrinkly depending on what way he felt. One foot had a gleaming golden toe ring. Dude must be proud of his shoe size.

“I think I can already see some of that,” Roman nodded, sitting down on the couch, his eyes lingering on those feet before sweeping up those legs, admiring those teardrop thighs, those relaxed abs that bowed out with their power while Andy was sitting, those pecs pushing down his shirt, those lats making his pits deep ravines before showing off the dual split peaks of those powerful biceps. Then his eyes met with the fox who had a sly look.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Andy winked.

“Oh, sorry,” Roman scratched the back of his head, a blush glowing on his muzzle. “I guess I’ve never really lived with someone like you. My eyes usually wander in the gym when I’m not thinking. I don’t mean anything by it. I just like admiring the work people put into their bodies, and you’ve got a lot to admire.”

“You don’t even know the half of it,” Andy smirked, adjusting his stance so his bulge pushed out. “But don’t sweat it. I don’t mind having eyes on me. Especially when they’re from someone like you who actually knows what the fuck they’re looking for.”

“I mean, I can see the work that went into your body,” Roman nodded in agreement. “It’s quite amazing.”

“Wanna feel?” Andy asked, flexing his arm.

“I mean, I usually don’t touch,” Roman smiled and put his hands up.

“Come on, live a little,” Andy smirked. “Please, some people only see bad dogs like these in their dreams. Just give them a good squeeze.”

“I mean, if you insist,” Roman shrugged, his hands coming up to that bicep.

Roman’s hands were fairly large, even for his own size because of his feline ancestry, but even they looked normal holding onto that bicep. Andy flexed slowly, the pump in that muscle getting bigger as that split grew angry. The definition slowly came into clarity, the majority of it smoothed out by his fur, but that python was flexing even Roman’s fingers apart. Roman tried to press his fingers in, using his own strength, but not so hard as to bruise. He didn’t even feel like he made a dent in the fur let alone that powerful ball of muscle.

“Dang man,” Roman nodded, his eyes wide, his fingers gently roaming over those biceps and finding every vein and striation. “It’s like an anatomical model the definition is so crisp.”

“Yeah, I keep it tight,” Andy twisted his fist and made his bicep pop, practically bouncing Roman’s fingers off it. The lion blushed, blinking before taking his hands back. “Done lookin’ so soon?”

“I got an eyeful, that’s for sure,” Roman nodded content, though he had never felt the need to touch a man again like he did just then. The lion was bisexual, but he was typically into smaller people than himself, people he could man handle and protect. It felt odd looking over Andy and feeling an urge to touch and feel. He had his own muscles to do that with if he really wanted to, so why was Andy so…alluring? That wasn’t quite the right word. It was more like he was magnetic, that Roman was drawn to touching him.

“Suit yourself,” Andy shrugged, his powerful shoulder muscles rippling as he did so. “Yo, what do you watch?”

Andy clicked on the TV and pulled up a streaming service. The two chatted, cracked a few beers and shot the shit, talking about previous relationships and what they were currently into watching. Just the usual stuff. It didn’t take long before they were both completely spent and packing up for the night. They each had their own bathroom, though Andy’s was attached to his bedroom. Roman decided to make the public bathroom his, did his nightlies, and hit the sack.

It took only moments for Roman to fall asleep once his head hit the pillow. The day-long workout of moving drained any energy he had. Roman’s subconscious was a dark swirling vat of mind slop. At first he was in his childhood home, helping his parents hang up curtains because he was the tallest in his family. The lion’s mane had been tied up into a messy bun, and he was on a step stool as he reached to thread the curtains on, but for some reason, he couldn’t reach. He stretched up, his limbs feeling thin and noodle like, but the windows kept stretching higher.

“Need some help?” A deep sultry voice rumbled in his ear. It was hot as it tickled his lobes, his cheeks blushing. Just as he was going to turn around to face the person, a massive hand reached in through the window and grabbed the curtain before hooking it up on the rod. Roman’s eyes went wide as the largest fox he had ever seen stood out the window looking into the bay window of their split level. Roman had to blink as he saw that beastly man. He had to be at least twelve feet tall, his feet literally making the soil in his front yard bow out around his boots with the weight of his muscular form!

“Who are you?” Roman asked, his voice echoing off the walls that seemed to be shaking as the fox evened out his stance.

“I’m your roommate you dork,” the fox smirked, his golden eyes glowing with power as he put his hands on his hips. Suddenly his clothes burst off him, his muscles flexing, the fabric tearing away in tattered strands like he was the hulk. His foot paws burst from his boots, his chest split his shirt down the center before his lats forced the back to pop and rip.

“Your clothes are so small,” the fox chuckled. “And you thought you were big.”

Roman was confused until a piece of the shirt the fox was wearing slapped him in the face. It was his old high school sweatshirt. He couldn’t quite make out the words because they were torn to pieces, but he knew the clothes that the fox just burst out of were some of the baggiest on himself. Those boots were steel toed and used for hiking, the sweat pants he wore had already been eaten up by his thighs, tearing into gray, sweatpants posers that were darkening at the tip of that bulge.

“Oh yeah, that’s ripe,” the fox grinned darkly before flexing into a side chest pose, his bulge swinging to the side like it was floating in water. That massive hog had to be three feet long and his sack sweating bullets because a thick wave of musky fox miasma hit his house like an atomic bomb. The flexing of the fox’s muscles causing the air to ripple like a sonic boom as he solidified his form. The planks on the walls tore away, the hardwood slipped out from beneath him. Something kept Roman in place in his dream, but his limbs were flying around his body like wet noodles in the shockwave before he flopped forward onto the ground.

Despite having his muzzle stuck in dirt, he could only smell the ripe rank of Andy’s body odor.

Wait, was this fox’s name Andy?

Roman didn’t have much time to think about it as the ground started to split, a large foot paw pulling out of the dirt and bringing him up with it. That foot had to be gigantic! It was easily the size of his house! He was gripping onto a toe, his arms barely able to grip onto it. Despite being up so high, he felt safe so long as he was holding onto that toe, that massive, thick, powerful digit flexed up, widening slightly before coming back down. Roman didn’t feel like he was falling, but rather than the earth came up to meet him.

The lion looked up at the fox, though for some reason he still only looked to be twelve feet tall, he was gripping onto his foot that clearly outsized him ten to one.

“Now that looks nice, now don’t it,” Andy rumbled. He flexed his toes, the motion somehow making Roman turn around to look at a mirror in his old bedroom. It was floor-length and on Andy’s foot was a gleaming, golden, toe ring. And somehow, Roman knew that was him. He was holding onto that toe, and when he tried to let go, his arms wouldn’t let him. He was stuck. He was lashed to that toe like some little mini, yet he didn’t quite understand what that meant.

All he knew was that the sweaty foot funk of a long day’s work was working over his nose, his mind bending as he grinded into that toe. The lion mewled like a kitten, purring as his dick grew harder and harder, his balls tight as suddenly he—

Roman bolted up in his bed, the mattress still on the floor, his cock tenting his comforter and soaking it through with his nocturnal emission. The lion put a hand to his head and took a deep breath, his mind racing. He was never into feet, especially such massive, muscular, and powerful feet like Andy’s…

Roman’s cock throbbed.

Maybe he was? He didn’t quite get it, but he sighed, the thick smell of his nut giving him a face full of musk that only made his cock throb harder. How could he still be stiff after busting so hard!

“What the heck?” Roman sighed, reaching for a towel and cleaning himself up before taking his comforter to their in unit washer and dryer. He then flopped onto the couch for a merciful dreamless sleep.

“Yo, man, you okay?”

Roman woke to his roommate rousing him. The big fox had a big smile on, his cut-off tank and athletic shorts clinging to his form tightly.

“Oh, yeah,” Roman sat up, swiping the drool from the corner of his maw. “I just…I um…I guess I just wasn’t used to sleeping in this unit yet. Felt more at home on my couch or whatever.”

“No problem dude,” Andy gave him a playful punch on his shoulder. “Just thought I would want to wake you this way instead of with the blender.”

“Yeah, that would probably be for…for the best—” Roman paused, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Andy’s feet. There gleaming on his index toe was a golden ring, one on each foot paw. “Hey, did you always have those on?”

“What?” Andy smirked.

“The um…toe rings?” Roman rubbed his eyes. “I didn’t notice the second one yesterday.”

“I mean, I always wear them,” Andy shrugged as he made his way to the kitchen to start his day. “What? You been looking at my feet or something?”

“No, I just…never mind,” Roman sighed. Last night, Andy had put his foot paws up on the coffee table multiple times so he swore he would have seen both before if they were there. Roman tried to remember, his mind’s eye looking over the arch of that foot, those thick toes, the powerful muscles cording over the top.

Roman mentally slapped himself as his morning wood found some vigor. He wasn’t into feet, at least not big ones that could easily pin him down. He was more into light ankle kisses, cute little foot paws as he railed the adorable owner of them. This though was very different. It was more primal and almost intrusive as a turn on. The lion prided himself on having control of his libido, but something about these feelings were raw and powerful. He chalked it up to not having experience with men his own size and joined Andy in the kitchen.

They made small talk, but Roman kept his head down. He was feeling a bit defeated from the lack of sleep and shuffled his way around the kitchen. Andy seemed extremely energetic, and Roman was usually a morning person, but he felt like his sunny disposition was sucked out of him from that bad night’s sleep. He even saw those feet flexing, and those toe rings flashing at him as he tried to avert his eyes.

“Man, you okay?” Andy asked. “I do something to secretly cheese you off?”

“Oh shoot, no,” Roman straightened up. “Just a bad…bad night is all…”

Roman blinked and rubbed his eyes. He then adjusted his neck so his eyes were locked with Andy’s, and he felt a slight tilt to his head. Was he looking up? Maybe the fox was taller than him and it just was more noticeable now that they were on the same footing?

“Huh…” Roman cocked his head. “I guess you’re taller than me, huh?”

“That gunna be a problem?” Andy joked.

“No,” Roman said, but his voice waivered for just a moment. He wasn’t used to being around guys bigger than him. This was mostly a first for the big lion, and the idea sent a rush to his loins. His heart fluttered and he had to swallow back his drool.

“It was a joke man,” Andy patted the lion on the shoulder. “You need me to make a shake for ya?”

“Um…yeah. That would be great. Any caffeine in your shake?” Roman asked.

“Nah, all natural,” Andy shrugged. “Though, there is a convenience store around the corner. Could pick up an energy shot or something to help wake you up.”

“I might do that,” Roman smiled, but jumped as Andy turned on the blender, the concoction of fruit, leafy greens, and protein powder mixing with the milk.

“Hey, I got a few guys coming over to see the new place tonight. You okay with that?” Andy asked over the whir of the blender.

“Yeah, no problem,” Roman shouted, his eyes focused on that blender, the mixture becoming a thick green slop. Andy finished and poured it into a shaker for the lion.

“Sweet, they’re a bunch of cool guys, you’ll love ‘em,” Andy held up his own shaker and Roman clinked his against his, the plastic making a satisfied clunk.

“If they’re as big as you, I’m sure I will,” Roman said knocking back his drink.

“As big as me?” Andy echoed.

Roman nearly choked on his drink, coughing up a little bit of green paste before covering his mouth and snagging a paper towel.

“I mean, as cool as you or whatever,” Roman swallowed back the shake and Andy patted the lion on the back.

“No worries little guy,” Andy chuckled. “None of them are as big and as intimidating as I am. They’re just a bunch of cool dudes.”

“Alright,” the lion pulled himself together. “You going to work out?”

“Well, I’m going to check out a few gyms nearby,” Andy jabbed his thumb at the door. “Wanna join me?”

“Nah, I think I’m going to continue to settle in,” Roman politely declined.

“Sounds good,” Andy made his way to the door, his feet slipping into a pair of weathered and well imprinted flip flops. “Catch you later dude!”

And just like that, Roman was in the apartment by himself, the last thing he saw as Andy left, the sole of his foot as it lifted from the flimsy footwear.

***

“Yo! Dude, this crib is crazy!” A blue dragon exclaimed as he came into the apartment. He wore a cutoff hoodie and sweatpants and flip flops.

“Honestly, it’s really cool,” the female kangaroo said, her tank top and cutoff hoodie combo showing her large rack and her leggings accenting her wide hips.

“Andy, you got one helluva place here,” A raccoon agreed stepping in, clearly the shortest of the lot as a looming Rhino came in behind him.

“Pretty nice, I like the high ceilings,” the rhino nodded approvingly, his body brimming with muscle and power. “Real nice for us big guys.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool,” the fox came in behind the rhino, his form easily taller than him.

“Hey,” Roman smiled, waving at the guys coming in. “These your friends Andy?”

“You know it,” Andy beamed a big grin that was more at home on a wolf than a sly fox. “This here couple are Uni and May.”

“Sup,” The blue drake apparently named Uni answered, nodding his head upwards to show the purple under scales he had while pulling the Kangaroo closer to himself, his hand resting suggestively close to her breast.

“Hey there,” May the kangaroo leaned into her man and waived her fingers at the lion with a sly smirk.

“This is Issac,” Andy patted the raccoon’s shoulder, having to lean down to reach the much smaller guy before patting his hand on the rhino. “And this is Terry, but we call him Lug.”

“Nice to meet you all,” the lion beamed. “The name’s Roman.”

“Nice to meet you indeed,” May smiled, waiving at him while the dragon gave him a sly smirk.

“Time to get this party started,” Lug announced, putting a case of beer down on the counter that he had brought.

“Party?” Roman cocked his head. “I didn’t realize this was going to be a big thing?”

“Oh come on Roman,” Andy came in, his feet making the downstairs neighbors groan with how heavy they stomped. He hooked his arm around the lion’s shoulder and pulled him close. “You don’t work tomorrow and after the night you had I’m sure you can go for some good company.”

“I just wish I knew so I wouldn’t have been drinking all your beer,” Roman chuckled. “I would have made something too.”

“This guy!” Andy smacked the lion’s chest, his big paw making that barrel chest thrum like a drum. “We got you covered. Pizza is already on the way. Just relax, mingle, get to know everyone here. I know you’re new in town so let’s make some new friends.”

“Well,” Roman smirked, blushing a bit at Andy’s touch, his hand almost hot. He was a furnace. Lug came over and gave him a fresh beer. “I guess if you insist. I’ll be getting some drinks together next time though.”

“Hey,” Andy pulled away, smacking the back of his hand against the lion’s chest. “I’ll be holding you to that.”

All his friends groaned.

“You made a mistake there,” Issac chuckled. “The big guy has a liver of steel.”

“Hate the guy,” Uni joked. “Doesn’t get hangovers neither.”

“Not my fault you all are inferior beings,” Andy joked, double fisting a duo of beers. “Yo! Roman! Turn up the music!”

“You got it Boss,” Roman nodded, the nickname coming out of nowhere as he flipped the speakers on and set up a playlist.

The friends were very nice, if not a little more flirty and handsy than Roman would like. He was proud of his body, but he wasn’t one to stroke his own pride like that. Then again, when Andy touched him, he didn’t mind as much…or at all really. It was odd how it worked that way. The night went on and they drank, talked, played some card games, but as soon as they pulled out their wallets Roman decided to call it a night.

“Oh, come on now big guy,” May murred. “You really calling it there?”

“Sorry little lady,” Roman pretended to tip a cowboy hat before continuing. “This ol’ bronco’s got to hit the dusty trail.”

“Oh come now,” Issac smiled as he shuffled the cards before propelling them from one hand to the next, then splitting the deck and making it twist like an enigma machine. “You know I can deal you a good hand.”

“I’m not about to be fleeced of my clothes by you thirsty dogs,” Roman chuckled. The other guys rolling their eyes. They knew they’d been had. “Besides, I had a terrible night’s sleep. I could due for a early turn-in.”

“Go on man,” Andy waved him off. “Sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams!” Everyone drunkenly said, their voices not quite matching up, but something about the way they said it almost seemed, well, sweetly malicious?

“Nice meeting you all,” Roman didn’t think twice about it as he made his way to his bedroom.

He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Roman felt himself slipping into his dream this time, almost like he was aware of it. It was like he was waking up rather than going to sleep, but he knew things were different. He felt more solid, more concrete than he was last time. He opened his eyes in the dream and he found himself outside of his apartment. He had just gotten out of his truck and was standing outside. The sky was blue and clear, but something loomed over the building. Above was a dark cloud that spiraled above it, like the building itself was holding up the sky.

“Woah,” Roman blinked, his body moving slower than he would have liked as he walked forward. It was like walking in water, only not as much resistance. It was like time itself in his dream was ticking slower. He could hear his own breathing, his mind fluttering in his skull, and yet as fluid as he felt, he was still a solid being. Every time he would try and move, the world would push against him like his dream was forcing him to stay in a solid shape.

When he stepped forward he was suddenly in front of the building, opening the door and going inside like the dream itself was pushing him along, speeding things up with strange time skips. He swirled up the stairs, spiraling up and up and up like he was caught in that twisting cloud until he was at the front door to his apartment. He looked down in his hand, the key small and almost unceremonious for how powerful the door felt. Light poured out from beneath it, the keyhole a bright light. The keyhole was like one of those old ones despite the key being a modern with a ridge. He pushed the key into the keyhole, the sawing of fingers against teeth in that hole was like gunshots until he turned the key. He went inside, the door swinging in despite it swinging out in reality.

This wasn’t his apartment.

Before him was a long hall, a throne at the end, and the most powerful, god-like being he had ever seen.

Andy, a fifteen foot beast sat on a throne of gold. Lug was on his hands and knees before him propping the fox’s legs up on his back. Uni straddled one of the arm rests and was shoved into the monster fox’s deep pit. Issac was wrapped around one of his feet, his muzzle dug between two of the fox’s massive toes. Each one nearly as large as the coon’s head. The little coon’s pecker was drooling his spunk down Andy’s heel, the fox’s other foot resting on the ground. In his lap was May, her belly distended by the massive dick that was using her womb as a breedable condom. Andy absently gripped May, her breasts bouncing on one of his fingers as he stroked his cock with her stretched hole.

“Bout time you came to join the party, little guy,” Andy rumbled, his cocky grin gleaming down at him.

“A-Andy…” Roman blinked.

“No clothes, pet,” Andy smirked, snapping his fingers and Roman was instantly naked, his clothing disappearing like fog and exposing his body. “Oh my, quite a lot down there to be proud about, huh?”

Roman blushed, his hands coming down to hide his cock, but it was rock hard, the foot long member bouncing before him and constantly finding a way to get out into the open no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

“You can’t hide your lust, little one,” Andy rumbled, beckoning him closer with a claw. That claw motion was like a leash being yanked, Roman falling forward onto his hands and knees as he found himself at the foot of the massive Andy. “Do you feel it? Your desire? Your will?”

Roman didn’t quite know what Andy was speaking, but he could feel his will. He looked around him, a glowing aura of pure white that glowed around the edges of his being. It was his will and desires. They looked pure and powerful.

“Good, give it to me,” Andy rumbled.

“But…I don’t want to…” Roman felt a sudden revulsion worm through him, telling him this was dangerous.

“Give some, not all, and you can kiss my foot, you slutty kitten,” Andy murred, flexing his toes in his face, the glowing golden ring giving him the answer.

SUBMIT

The word was stamped into the ring like a golden rule that all should heed.

“Just… just a little?” Roman asked, but he was already leaning forward. His lips quivered as he got close, and then his fingers touched Andy’s sole, the fox’s sole hot to the touch, slick with a thin layer of sweat, and a manly musk.

“Yesss,” Andy hissed, his stroking of May continuing and making the girl gasp in delight. “Submit.”

Roman felt a deep dirty feeling worm it’s way over him. It was like he was betraying someone, but in that moment, in his dream state, it fueled him further. It felt good to be bad, and what real harm came in submitting to a dream?

The lion’s lips caressed a thick, powerful digit, his dark lips grating against those soft, sweaty pads. Roman shuddered, his entire body quaking. He felt something slip from his spine, a little bit of his will sheering away and curling up and between those toes. Roman followed it with his tongue, the lion’s proud muzzle licking between those toes, sticking deep between them and finding the thick, manly odor between before licking.

His spine rattled in his back as his cock throbbed hard. That salty, musky taste was heaven against his senses. His mouth dripped with drool, each lick, each kiss, each wet, sloppy smack of his lips sent another sheering rattle up his spine. Each touch, every burning touch against that foot made Roman give in a little more, his will and desires curling up that foot, spiraling up Andy’s body, slipping up his cum gutters and through his abs before slinking up between his pectoral shelf. Then, finally it got to the fox’s maw.

“You taste delicious, pet,” Andy rumbled. “Feed me your will.”

Roman didn’t know what he meant, but he kept sucking on that foot, making out with it, only for it to push against him. At first Roman though Andy was pushing him away, but then he refocused his eyes to see that those toes were flexing up and wider, thicker, stronger.

He glanced up to see Andy’s muscles flex and widen, thicken, pulse larger and bigger. The His claws became longer, gleaming with their razor edges, cords of raw power lashed onto Andy’s neck, his jaw snapping wider, his teeth becoming sharper. The behemoth’s pecs rose above the bitch in his lap, those manly muscle pillows crunching, splitting with striations to ripple with raw masculinity.

The lions’ eyes went cross as his cock shot his nut, his mind nearly breaking and waking him up from his dream as he came on that heel. His cum wasn’t thick spunk though, but that white spiraling stuff that crept up into Andy’s maw. It swirled around his teeth before he licked it back, sipping on it like a fine wine as his body grew thicker, more impossibly big and powerful. His head crested higher, breaking the fifty foot mark easily and continuing to sip on that string of his spirit as it spiraled into his maw like a strand of misty pasta.

Lug groaned as his muscles strained to keep support on those expanding legs. Issac squealed with joy as he made out with that expanding sole, golden chains lashing him onto that foot so he wouldn’t fall. May screamed in pleasure as her stomach distended further, the clear shape of Andy’s canine dick coming from the bloated mess of her womb. Uni groaned, his words echoing off the walls of the dream.

“Breed my girl!”

Roman woke up, his eyes cracking open. He groaned as he looked down, his boxers a gooey mess of his nocturnal backshots. He flopped his head back, but his ears perked up.

“…yeah, fuck my girl man!”

“Shut up cuck,” Andy growled. “That mouth isn’t used for talking.”

“Yeah, shut up Uni!” May gasped rapturously. “Shut up and let a real man show you how he F-F-FUUUUUUUCKS!”

“Quite down skank,” Andy hissed. “You want to wake the roomie? Keep it down. You don’t see Lug or Issac speaking out.”

“Easy enough for them when they’re gagging on your toes,” May complained before she gave a squealing yip, her maw being forcibly shut.

“I said quiet,” Andy snarled, the sound of the couch frame grinding and groaning.

Roman’s cock throbbed. No wonder he was dreaming about a massive Andy being worshiped. Clearly he was missing out on the aftermath of the little card game that they had played. Whoever actually won, it seemed like Andy was still the one raking in the winnings.

The lion furrowed his brow. Did…did he think that was hot? Normally gambling sent a wave of nausea through him, but…now nothing. No…not quite nothing. The idea of losing to Andy sent a shiver through Roman’s spine. Feeding the fox’s ego, giving him money…

Roman shook his head before grabbing another pillow and slamming it over his ears and forcing himself to block out the sound of the orgy clearly happening in their living room. He wasn’t about to eavesdrop on that. He’d just have to tell Andy not to fuck in their common area in the morning or something. For now…he would stew in his nut.

The nut he busted for Andy.

***

Roman woke the next morning with a wicked hangover, his head pounding, the throbs echoing like his brain had been cored out and was nothing but a beating drum. When he went out into the living room, he half expected there to be some orgy cuddle puddle, but it was just the scattered remains of the prior night. Pizza boxes and empty beer bottles littered the coffee table that was pushed off to the side. The lion narrowed his eyes and saw that there was a strange outline of the trash where the outline of a large fox could be made out along with a few extra pockets where various other bodies would have been floating around it.

The lion leaned forward, getting down on his hands and knees to look at the couch. He didn’t know why, but a sudden urge came over him. He sniffed the couch. The musk of ballsack, pussy, and man chowder tickled his nose. He jerked away, expecting to be disgusted…but…

Roman blinked, leaning forward and sniffing again, that manly odor filling his mind as he took in Andy’s aroma.

“Dude, you going to throw up?”

Roman would have jumped out of his skin if he wasn’t so hung over. He looked over his shoulder to see the big fox dipping down to exit his bedroom. Athletic shorts clinging to his thighs while his towel hung over his shoulders. His powerful body ripped and powerful, his fur damp and clinging to him after having just gotten out of a shower.

“No, but…did you have sex on my couch man?” Roman asked.

“Sorry dude, did we wake you last night?” Andy crossed his arms, his pecs pushing out as he leaned back against his doorway. “I was tryin’ to keep it down, but, well, May’s a screamer and so is her man.”

“I…no I just…” Roman shook his head a massive spike of pain splitting his skull.

“What? You mad I didn’t invite you in on the fun?” Andy chuckled, bouncing his brows and pecs in tandem.

“W-Wha—no I just didn’t want you to—er…” Roman wanted to say he didn’t want Andy to fuck on his couch again, but something didn’t feel right. Would that be a lie? Did he want him to fuck on his couch again?

“Cool it dude,” Andy chuckled. “I’m just yanking your chain. I wouldn’t fuck with ya.”

“Ugh…” Roman just let it go, it wasn’t important. And if Andy was having fun, that did make him feel…not bad about it. “Yeah, I don’t need to be fucking with my roommate.”

“Yeah,” Andy came over and offered a hand to help Roman up. “In your dreams maybe.”

Roman paused, looking up at Andy for a moment. A sudden dark feeling ran down his spine, the lion shuddering at the insane thought that Andy might know about his nocturnal musings.

“In my dreams?” Roman took the fox’s hand and was hoisted to his feet.

“Just an expression my dude—whoa!” Andy pulled Roman up so hard he almost toppled forward into the massive fox. “Sorry dude, you’re not, well, don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not as heavy as you look.”

“Shoot, no it’s fine,” Roman got his balance, his hand burning, his heart pounding at having touched Andy. Was he crushing on his roommate? No, he had crushes before. This was so much more intense. It was like he just had no self-control over his own thoughts anymore. They were running wild, building fantasies and impossible scenarios of an impossibly large Andy…

Roman’s eyes went wide as he looked up at Andy, the guy’s chin in line with his eyes.

“Did…Did you fucking grow bigger or am…am I shorter?” Roman asked.

“What?” Andy smirked. “You’ve always been a little shorter than me, little guy.”

Andy put his hand on Roman’s head, tussling his mane and then sizing himself up to the lion.

“Yeah, this feels normal to me,” Andy shrugged. “Hey, you need a pick me up? Wanna go to the café across the street?”

“Y-Yeah, that sounds…sounds good,” Roman blinked, rubbing his head and still floored at their size difference. There was no way he was that big before, right? The lion winced as his head throbbed, his brain reminding him that there were more important things to heed. Like an Irish coffee to get a bit of that hair of the dog.

The days flew by after that. It was almost like his waking hours were an obstacle to get to bed. Each time he laid down his head, he could feel himself slipping into that other world, his body solidifying and finding Andy. Every time it was easier as he was larger than the time before. The next time he slipped into sleep, he was back at his apartment, the wall completely obliterated as Andy had outgrown the building itself. The big fox’s head was plugging up the hole and grinning at the lion.

“You wanna ride?” Andy asked.

Roman instantly knew what the proposal entailed. A dream of absolute debauchery and pleasure at the expense of more of his will. The lion felt like a current was pushing him towards that muzzle, the lion coming forward before hugging around that neck. He could barely get his arms to link around it as he nuzzled into the musky, steaming mane of that giant fox.

“Good boy,” Andy rumbled as he sipped the curling mist rolling off the lion, the energy making his body expand, his form growing larger. “Give in just a little more each time. Good boy. Feed me, make me grow bigger. Stronger. Bigger!”

Andy’s voice boomed through his dream and forced the lion awake, only to hear the rhythmic banging of the fox’s headboard in the next room. The lion sighed, having missed out on a full dream that night, but looked forward to the next.

Every night was similar. He would find Andy, the big guy would take his tithe and then Roman would be forced into another steamy dream of passionate worship. The night after hugging that thick neck. He was straddling Andy’s chest as the fox laid back, his body lounging in a pool like it was a hot tub. The fox’s massive foot paws were up on the far side and his hands behind his head on the other. The lion’s cock was pressed between the giant’s pecs, those massive slabs of meat slowly flexing, the striations working over the lion’s proud member like it was nothing, causing him to lurch in orgasm, streams of that white mist coming from the lion’s loins and curling into Andy’s greedy maw. The pool water sloshed out, displaced by Andy’s growing form until it looked like a mere kiddy pool.

When he woke the next morning he felt almost sluggish, his mind moving slower than normal. He didn’t even notice that Andy was even taller than before until he tripped over his own feet and fell into his chest. Every time Roman tried to bring it up, something nagged at him in the back of his head.

If Andy says it’s okay, then it must be.

Right?

Roman wasn’t quite sure at first, but he was just exhausted and wanted to sleep. The lion’s next dream had fewer details than the last. The sky was dark, Roman knew that, and they were on a football field where both him and giant Andy were working out, but he knew outside of the stadium was a vast emptiness. It was like Andy was taking up more and more of his dreams, as well as his waking life.

When Roman awoke, he wasn’t surprised to find that Andy was even taller. Must be a late staged growth spurt. The guy deserved it though. He was already a massive beast and he just deserved to be bigger. The fox must have been oblivious to it, because he just seemed to inch up after every night, and Roman didn’t think much of it until his shoes didn’t fit. Was he shrinking?

His head pounded. Why should he be thinking about his size when Andy was right there! The king of size! What was the point of having pride in his own body when he could give homage to a testament of man like Andy! That fox deserved it in the waking world as much as the dreaming one, right?

Roman’s dreams continued to grow more and more extravagant, the fox towering higher and higher, the lion feeling smaller and smaller. That was until the most recent dream. When Roman slipped under, he wasn’t greeted by a grand stage made to stroke Andy’s ego. No, the world was barren. The soil cracking and dry. Precipitation-less storm clouds spiraled and stormed above. Even the horizon felt close, despite being far away.

“NOT MUCH GOING ON IN YOUR HEAD BUT ME, HUH?”

Roman felt that voice rumble through him. The darkness grew darker as a shadow eclipsed him and ran far into the horizon. The lion turned around and like a god, there sat Andy atop a crumbling set of buildings. He was like a king of ruin looking over his domain, his only worshiper before him.

He had to be hundreds of feet tall! His body almost as wide as he was tall with how much muscle was packed onto that titanic frame. For some reason, Roman knew the only thing holding the dream together was Andy and his strength, his effortless dominion over his mind and subconscious only natural for a being such as he.

“STAY STILL,” Andy commanded. Roman felt himself go rigid, the order ripping through him like tetanus and locking him in place. The fox lifted his monstrous foot, the entirety of Roman’s vision blocked out by that perfect foot. Those toes thick and powerful with muscle, nearly no space between them with how packed with power and size. That foot slowly came down, resting before him with such control and grace that only a small blast of air propelled Roman off his feet and onto his back. Before him, as the dust settled, was the massive toe of the giant of his dreams. The claw gleaming in the flashes of lightning, and rising high above him. Each one of those toes was the size of a cathedral, and when Andy wiggled his toes, it was more resounding than any church bell as it sent tremors through the earth that rocked Roman around.

“I SAID STAY,” Andy had a cocky grin as he pushed one of his toes down, the claw coming forward, the tip the size of a bus and blunt like one. It was like one of those videos where you see a hyper up-close image of a needle to find that it’s blunt. It pushed down on him, keeping him pinned, but his head was still exposed to look up at Andy’s greatness. The fox leaning his head on one of his fists while the other gripped his growing cock. The beating of the giant’s heart was a herald of that monolith of man. It slipped from his sheath slowly, pulsing larger and larger as he stroked it absently like he owned the world around him.

And Roman had no doubt in his mind that the fox did.

“I can give you more…” Roman squeaked, that claw pushing down on him keeping him pinned, but comfortable. “Please.”

“YOU INSIGNIFICANT FUCK SPECK,” Andy boomed, but he was barely moving his lips. “YOU DON’T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO GIVE. I ALREADY OWN YOUR MIND. YOU STRIPPED AND SOLD EVERY PART OF IT FOR MY PLEASURE.”

“Please…I…I can give more,” Roman shouted, struggling against that claw. “Please! I can give it all.”

“YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DO THAT?” Andy rumbled, the lighting flashing, the shadow of horns on the fox’s head sending a wave of fear through Roman. “YOU WANT TO GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR WILL? ALL OF YOUR SPIRIT?”

“Yes!” Roman shouted. “Please! Take it! I’m yours!”

“YOU WERE MINE THE MOMENT YOU SIGNED THE LEASE YOU INSECT,” Andy rumbled, his foot lifting up. Debris and boulders rolling off that foot as it rose above before coming down slowly and pressing Roman against one of those toes.

Roman screamed in pleasure, his cock spewing as that hot, sweaty, foot funk smacked him with the weight of a ton of bricks. He was pinned, nearly crushed beneath that toe, and he could feel it rumbling, his nut seeping into that pad and causing it to rumble and expand.

“YES! IT’S MINE! ALL OF IT’S MINE! BIGGER! BIGGER!!!”

Roman’s eyes watered, tears of joy streaming down his face as his cock shot another thick load, more of his body withering, his muscles fading from his form, his size shrinking as the titan before him ascended. That foot pressed down on him, grinding him into the dirt, and yet he felt nothing but a mounting pleasure. It was like the pressure and pain he would normally feel was wringing pleasure form his body. Every bone snapping, every muscle squelching, every organ smashing was pure bliss.

Andy roared his triumph, his form expanding rapidly as light poured out from the body beneath his foot. The glow shining between his toes for a brief moment before even that was eclipsed by his city sized stompers.

“THAT’S IT YOU LITTLE SHIT! GIVE IT UP! EVEYRTHING! MIND AND SOUL! ALL OF IT IS MINE! FEED ME! MAKE ME—HHNNNGGHH—MAKE ME MORE POWERFUL! BIGGER!”

A crown of horns flashed onto Andy’s head, the spires piercing the clouds as he rapidly expanded, his form growing well into the miles. The world started crumbling, the very sky vanishing, the earth falling away to a bottomless pit as Andy took up more and more of Roman’s mind. His lats spread out like wings and crashed into the sides of the dream world, his biceps and forearms flexed as he thrusted into his hands, stroking his cock as it drooled his boiling seed out of his steaming cock. His balls rolled forward, proverbial melons on that titanic fox. He was becoming almost wider than he was tall with how large he was getting, his muscle and raw power pure aesthetic without being bloated or disproportionate.

“THAT’S RIGHT! I’M YOUR GOD! I AM YOUR FUCKING EVERYTHING! YOU’RE NOTHING WITHOUT ME! AND YOU’RE FUCKING MINE!”

Roman’s body was still in one piece, but he could feel that toe expanding faster, the weight getting stronger as Andy ground his foot onto that little spec. Roman felt his mind eroding. Every thought was pushed form his skull, his brain drained as it was replaced with Andy, more and more Andy! Worshiping him, praising him, obeying his every want, whim, and desire. It mattered not what he worshiped before. All that mattered was Andy!

The lion felt the earth beneath him loosening. The last of the land that existed in his dream was beneath him, keeping him pinned. Then, he felt it, the pleasure of a god welling up above him. The rapid heart beat and powerful thrusting unleashing a eardrum shredding roar.

Andy came, his cock lurching forward, his stream tearing the fabric of the dream and shooting off into the void. With a powerful flex, Andy’s foot came down, that paw smashing against the little bit of earth left and grinding Roman’s body into paste.

Roman would have thought he would have woken up from that, but something better happened. The dream peeled away, the vision of the god before him disappearing in a fog like his eyes were always open.

“Wake up sleeping beauty,” Andy rumbled.

Roman felt the weight of his bed shift, that massive foot paw even larger than the last time he saw it. He looked over to see a ten foot behemoth of a fox, his eyes glowing red as the glowing light of his spirit slipped down his throat, his abdominals glowing as he continued to expand. He his cock was throbbing, a three foot beastly member with papaya sized orbs hanging around his redwood thighs that throbbed with virility.

“Andy…” Roman stopped himself, his mind already shifting. “Master?”

“Good boy,” Andy lifted his foot and pressed it onto Roman’s face, that golden ring pushing onto his muzzle. “You going to join as one of my worshipers? One of my slaves?”

“Yesh,” Roman’s maw was already hanging open, his tongue lulling over those toes as he came. “It would be a dream come true!”

Andy rumbled, his body expanding larger, his cock getting bigger as he snarled, tusks forming on his muzzle as his horns grew out of his skull, the demonic glow in his eyes burning into Roman’s from between Andy’s expanding toes.

“Good boy,” Andy rumbled. “Get to work you slutty kitten.”

“Yes master!”