“Hey there, name’s Foxy. It’s Nommz, right?” the animatronic fox asked, thrusting his hand out to shake. Nommz, taken aback slightly, shook his new roomie’s hand. “Yeah. That’s me. Nice to meet you.” He had only been able to IM with this new roommate up to this point. And he hadn’t really expected the guy to be so cheery and friendly right away in person. Or, you know, an animatronic. They’d talked for a few days tops after getting stuck together in the roommate matching service the apartment complex ran. Yet here was Foxy coming around and putting an arm across the dragon’s shoulder like best buds. At the time Nommz just assumed that Foxy was a nickname for his new roommate. Seemed like instead he’d be rooming with the actual, real-life character from Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. Without waiting much longer Foxy was pulling at Nommz’s arm to show him through the house. He couldn’t follow along with the fox’s quick speaking too easily, so he instead spent the time looking over his roomie. Foxy was just barely a head shorter than the dragon, wearing a t-shirt with some band he’d not heard of before, shorts, and flip flops. Very utilitarian look, the sort of ‘throwing this on just to get through the day’ clothing choices. There was a small eyepatch across his right eye too but somehow it didn’t detract from his looks. Nommz never would’ve expected it but he couldn’t call the fox robot anything other than cute. “-and the point is I’m probably not going to be around the house much the next few days. I’ve started going to the gym and the tech guy at the restaurant wants to try some new upgrades on me. You get all that matey?” Foxy said as he turned around. The dragon adjusted his sweatshirt once the robot stopped dragging him through the house. “Uhh. Sure. I think so?” he said. Nommz only really got a few details here and there. He was still trying to process the fact that his roommate was a robot. “Sorry but… you’re Foxy, right? That same foxy from the Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza restaurant? Didn’t quite expect you to be so cheerful and, well, normal.” Foxy grinned, almost proudly. “Aye, that’d be me. Hope that doesn’t bother ya too much. Know that it’s kinda weird being around an animatronic, especially a famous one. I mostly keep the pirate act to the restaurant though. Unless you like that sort of thing,” he replied with a wink. A twelve month lease with this new roomie; could end up being very, very interesting if he stuck around with Foxy. --- There was no way to avoid it anymore. Foxy was definitely stealing food from the fridge. Which didn’t make a ton of sense for an animatronic to be doing. He couldn’t possibly be eating it, right? Nommz had to get to the bottom of the matter quickly.He didn’t want to be buying groceries for two. The dragon found his roomie sitting on the couch, playing a game. “Hey Foxy, did you end up using the beef I was planning to use for tacos?” he asked. “Oh, sorry matey. Yeah that was me,” Foxy answered while pausing the game. “That’s not a problem is it? I made burgers with it instead.” “No, it’s- burgers? Why did you do that?” “...because I was hungry?” “But you’re a robot. How could you be hungry? Or eat for that matter?” Foxy stood up and gave a sly wink. “You mean you haven’t noticed yet? I guess it’s been a long month so far.” He strode over to Nommz and put a hand on the dragonmutt’s shoulder. The palm came down harder than Nommz was used to, heavier too. It was only then that Nommz noticed what the fox was talking about. Foxy was taller. And not just a little bit taller either. The animatronic was easily a head taller now. Working on art must’ve been keeping him busier than expected if he hadn’t noticed it until just now. Questions ran through Nommz’s mind one after another. How? Why? When? “I told you a few weeks back I got some upgrades. The technician at the restaurant whipped this up for me after I asked for it. Something to let me actually bulk up from the gym.” To prove his point Foxy brought one of his arms up for a flex. “Not much use going to the gym if you aren’t going to get anything out of it, eh? So now I have to eat.” Nommz was less interested in listening to Foxy as he continued to explain just how his new upgrades actually worked. After seeing that bicep on the robot fox’s arm bulge upward against his t-shirt, the dragonmutt was smitten. Foxy had already been plenty cute but the extra beef definitely suited him. Looking him over, Nommz noticed it wasn’t just beef though. For all the animatronic’s talk of working out it was clear a belly was starting to form just beneath the shirt; red fur just barely peeked out from beneath the tee. “Hey, you alright there matey? Looking a little flustered,” Foxy said. “Huh? Oh, sure. I’m fine. Just uhh. What were you saying?” Nommz answered, looking straight back up. He hoped the animatronic hadn’t noticed just how eagerly he was looking at his tum. No such luck though. Foxy perked an eyebrow and placed both hands at his stomach. The shirt pulled up slightly as he gave a slight jiggle to it, red fur peeking out more as the soft mass wobbled. The dragon’s face turned a shade of pink as he backed up slightly. “Oh, looks like something is bothering you,” Foxy chuckled. “You like the new body? That’s good. Been thinking of going further with it too. And if it messes with my cute little roomie, all the better.” Nommz looked up into Foxy’s grinning, devious face and gulped. Oh boy. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so obvious with how much he thought it looked good. Over the months to come Foxy would only get more aggressive with his teasing. Now that there was no hiding that Nommz liked the look, Foxy didn’t need to avoid flaunting. He walked around the house with no shirt on some days just to see if Nommz would say anything. Bumping into him on the couch or in hallways became more common, just to watch the dragon get flustered and belligerent. It wasn’t long until the bumping was happening because of how large the animatronic was getting though. The hallways and doorways were getting restrictive for the bulky vulpine. He gave up on wearing shoes around the house too. They’d only last a month or two before being too small to wear anyway. Plus, without shoes he could force Nommz into giving foot rubs and kisses at any time. And he pushed the small dragonmutt into it practically daily. The only exception were his boots. Foxy wore them not just to have for workouts at the gym or time at work. It was by coincidence that he found out Nommz liked how they looked. A lot. So he’d keep a pair of them sized properly for his expanding feet. All in the name of pushing his roomie’s buttons. Nommz had to fight to keep up with his roommate’s expanding appetite too. The grocery bill kept going up and up, along with the fox’s height. According to Foxy that wasn’t necessarily supposed to be a feature of the upgrades he’d gotten. But he didn’t tell the technician to fix it. In fact, it was something of a celebration once he reached double-digit feet in height. That was a long night for the dragonmutt… he was plenty sore after all the abuse. Especially in his jaw. All told though Nommz couldn’t complain. He was totally smitten with that robot fox. --- “We’re gonna have to move into a new house soon, you know?” Foxy chuckled, shoulders hunched over slightly. The 12 foot tall vulpine was easily pressing into the ceiling with his head and shoulders. There were only weeks left on their lease at the apartment thankfully; he couldn’t wait to get somewhere with a raised ceiling, something he could grow into. Nommz mumbled something from beneath the fox’s foot, right between his toes. Foxy’s new form of greeting usually involved licking or smooching his feet in some way. Or his boots. Depended on how the bossy animatronic was feeling that day. Today he’d returned and hip checked the dragonmutt to the floor. With a casual toss of those boots to the ground, Nommz was smooshed beneath a paw that covered from his head down to his chest. It curled entirely over the dragon’s head to claim it. Foxy chuckled. “Yeah, I agree, you do feel pretty good against my sole like that roomie. I bet that 20 foot tall place we looked at will be great for stretching out. Least til that’s too small too.” The animatronic grinned over top the tiny dragon and teased with his free foot’s toes at the lil bulge in Nommz’s jeans. Too easy to mess with him. He wasn’t entirely lieing though. The technician had been keeping tabs on his growth, and far as that guy could tell there wasn’t really going to be a limit to how large he could get if he so desired. So far the body type was pretty perfect. Hefty gut in front, arms thicker than Nommz’s waist, a butt the perfect size to sit on top of his roomie, and hardened thighs with a melon sized bulge between. Couldn’t get much better than that. All he was really looking for now was to get a little taller than his roomie. 12 feet was great. Twice as tall as the average person. But why not go further than that? Once satisfied that Nommz’s licks had massaged his foot entirely, he plucked the dragonmutt with a single hand under his arm. Nommz huffed and tried to make some sort of argument against the treatment but was quickly snuffed out when Foxy scooted him back against a wall. Nommz’s muzzle was trapped against that red furred belly. He huffed indignantly, squirming a bit. But there was no escape. The tightly packed bulge beneath Foxy’s gut pressed into Nommz’s chest and throbbed lightly. He whimpered as the smell of pungent, masculine musk hit his nose. “Come on, say something matey. Anything at all? That’s fine,” Foxy said, pressing harder against Nommz to smoosh him thoroughly into his squishing gut. “Figure you’d make a great couch cushion tonight instead of a foot warmer. Sound good? I’ve got a lot of video games to finish off today after all. You’re such a good roomie. Heh.”