"Damn it, Chugger, shut the window! The AC's on!"
With an annoyed grunt, Chugger laid his book on the table, stood up, and shut the living room window. After staring for a moment at the wall, watching a fly he'd let in zig-zag toward the bathroom door, he reached for and shook the near-empty beer can he'd been drinking, then polished it off and grabbed another from the fridge. With a resounding belch, he sprawled back onto the couch, stretched his enormous paws over the edge, and popped the fresh can.
"This is bullshit," Chugger thought to himself, carelessly glancing through textbook pages he'd neglected to read throughout the semester. Despite pulling a C- in the class, he felt confident he'd do well enough on tomorrow's exam. The professor had already told the class there would be 50 multiple choice questions, 20 true-or-false, and 2 short essays based on the four previous tests -- there would also be a curve. That last item alone inspired Chugger to put in a half-assed effort. It's not that he was LAZY, per se (or so he believed), he just didn't CARE. And this being his fourth beer, he was feeling better and better about the choice.
After five minutes more, Chugger laid the book face-down on the coffee table and yawned. He'd rather be pumping iron than reading about hyperextension or proper technique or whatever. He already knew this stuff, even if he didn't articulate it well! Besides, there would be a couple hours left to cram in the morning. With a firm thud, Chugger set his paws on the carpet and reached for the XBox controller. Some Call of Duty would hit the spot. Mid-way through a match, Danny the tiger emerged from his room and stood beside the television with a hand on his hip.
"Paul," he smirked, "I realize you're thoroughly prepared to give your dissertation on Muscle Milk, but the rest of us have finals we're not ready for. Can you please keep it down?"
"Sure bro, go ahead," Chugger said, taking a sip.
"You are such a feral animal," Danny said, rolling his eyes as he tweaked the volume on the side of the TV, causing Chugger to prop his paws onto the coffee table with a dismissive laugh. "Don't you ever think about anyone....." Danny trailed off as he stared at the husky's naked soles.
"Yeah?" Chugger said, absent-mindedly flexing his toes.
"Um. Paul..."
Conveniently enough, Chugger had just been killed and was waiting to respawn, giving him enough time to look into Danny's eyes.
"Your paws... Are they normally this big?" Danny asked, his long tail swishing.
"The fuck are you talking about?" Chugger smirked.
"Look at them..."
To his disbelief, as Chugger glanced to his already-oversized white-furred paws, they were indeed larger than he expected. It wasn't just the buzz, was it? Quirking an eye, he laid the controller beside him and spread his toes testingly. "No way," he murmured, and covered his mouth to let out another soft beer belch. If he were to be honest with himself, he'd always loved the fact that he had such large paws. A burly dude needs equally huge feet, after all. With a fascinated grin, he crossed one over the other and fanned out his toes, only to realize, as the moments crept by, that they were still growing bigger. "Holy shit," he gasped, "Dude, they're still growing."
Danny was perfectly aware, continuing to stare at Chugger's soles with his mouth agape. The dog's paws must be nearly 1.5X as large as normal, and showed no signs of stopping! Unbeknownst to Chugger, for at least the time being, the tiger's shorts were rapidly tenting, and a blush filled his cheeks.
"Fuckin' awesome," Chugger laughed, lifting one to give Danny a better view. His feet were toned and shapely, with lusciously curved arches and long, muscular looking toes. If he had been blushing before, Danny's cheeks were on fire now. "Maybe you should give me a massage while I play."
"R... really?" Danny asked, incredulously. Even then he could feel his fingers twitch, wanting to reach out and stroke across his roommate's soft-furred, perfect paws...
What happens next?