"You think I'm playing around?" Chugger inquired with a playful smirk, spreading his four toes out as far as he could, "I ran eight and a half miles and my paws are effin' tired. Be a bro and show me some proper attention, huh?"
Danny could hardly believe his ears. For all his talent, for all the adulation his professors had showered upon him, here he stood, weak-kneed before his more dominant roommate, embarrassed yet thrilled. It would be an opportunity missed, he realized, to utter some clever quip and quickly dodge back into his room, like he was suddenly considering. This moment was, in truth, what he desired. With a hastened pulse, Danny glanced across the hall for a potential glimpse of the others before returning his gaze to Chugger's enormous soles. They were perfect -- the feet of a god, he thought, reaching for the low-hanging fruit of melodramatic exaggeration. And yet, at their current size, they really did appear somewhat godly, much too large for an average creature to bear.
On Chugger, they were fitting. Danny pictured him speeding across the Iditarod, single-handedly dragging a sled in naught but bulging red speedo and reins, his monstrous paws sinking repeatedly into the freshly fallen snow with crisp, rhythmic plodding. Before long, Danny realized he'd slipped into daydream, and his blush persisted once he spied Chugger observing him with a bemused grin. The husky took a long drag from his beer and laid it beside him, then picked up the controller and resumed playing.
"How long are you gonna make me wait?" he asked.
Maybe his roommates would catch him in the act, but the risk, Danny surmised, was worth it. Without further hesitation, Danny dropped to his knees and took Chugger's right paw into his hands, feeling it slowly swell. He'd masturbated to thoughts like this, loathe as he was to admit it. Part of him detested the dog's lazy, oft brutish demeanor, but his attraction, particularly in the heat of the moment, overruled everything. A strange heat emanated from Chugger's sole, almost seeming to pulse as his paws grew. He was so large he couldn't possibly fit into socks or shoes, and the bigger his feet became, the greater Danny welled with passion.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Danny intoned with a near-sigh as he rolled his thumbs along Chugger's arch.
Though he continued his game, Chugger had become distracted and squirmed lightly on the couch. "You're not bad at this," he said.
To Chugger's surprise, Danny pressed his nose into his sole and nuzzled it affectionately. Even though all he'd asked for was a massage, the added touch was not unwelcome, especially once he felt the tiger's rough, warm tongue begin to bathe delicately across his pads. "Oh god," Chugger groaned, his gym shorts rising quickly with his enormous erection. There was nothing about Chugger, it would seem, that wasn't impressively portioned.
Danny's bath persisted for a good few minutes, his eager tongue exploring every inch of the husky's paw. Once he'd cleaned it thoroughly, he moved on to the other, hugging it greedily close to his face. One after the other, he probed underneath and between Chugger's toes, his audible lapping filling the moments between reports of gunfire from beyond the building where Chugger's character now idled. Covering his mouth with one hand to muffle a moan, Chugger started to milk himself through his shorts with the other, occasionally fanning out and then scrunching his toes. Danny's sensual licking was more erotic than he'd imagined, and precum had already begun pooling out from the tip of his beastly prick, seeping through the thin fabric.
Shamelessly, Danny snuck gratuitous breaths of his roommate's musk. Chugger had showered since running, but there remained a pleasant blend of hormones paired with his natural, clean scent that made the tiger whine. Fervently groping at the husky's massive paws, there was no amount of contact that would satisfy Danny. Both were fully entranced, which is probably why neither he nor Chugger realized...