Bomba Paw Growth Story

The purple ray fired onto Bomba paws as he slept. Alkali rubbed his hands together, watching in nervous anticipation.

The black and white paws expanded slowly, barely noticeable at first. They went from size 9 to 10 over the course of a minute, but seemed to speed up after that. Alkali stared, transfixed by the growing dusky paws. The pads stretched out over minutes, inch after inch piling onto those sweet toes and soles. Soon they were a foot long each, and Alkali couldn’t be any happier.

Well, at least until they kept growing to a foot and a half long. Then he was definitely happier. Not as happy as two feet though. The otter kept his finger on the trigger, drooling slightly. The dusky snored undisturbed, grumbling slightly in his sleep as his toes clenched and unclenched. The paws grew long enough to finally peek past the edge of the bed, sneaking out from under the covers to tease the otter further.

Alkali’s paw-hypnosis was only broken when his boyfriend snorted loudly. Worried that he might be caught before getting to enjoy himself, the otter let go of the ray and it cluttered to the floor. His eyes darted to the ground, then back to Bomba. He held his breath in anticipation of the dusky’s awakening, but it never came; the dusky and those monochrome paws continued sleeping as though nothing was wrong.

As much Al he wanted to continue using the ray, he didn’t want to be caught even more. Plus, he was slightly distracted by the paws in front of him... they were simply alluring to him, soft and leathery and warm. He scooted forward to grab one of the paw pads carefully. A gentle squeeze confirmed that they were in fact real, and absolutely perfect. Three feet long from heel to toe, specially grown just for his pleasure.

With a muffled squeak of joy, he got onto the bed carefully and began to nuzzle Bomba’s left paw. Alkali sighed happily as he slowly passed out.

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Bomba yawned and blearily opened his eyes. What a strange dream. Felt like someone was tickling his paws all night long... and Al moving around in the middle of the night certainly didn’t help.

The dusky stretched and tried to roll over to get out of bed, but noticed that his feet were being held down by something. No, it was more like they were heavier, more difficult to lift up. His legs worked just the same as before but now they couldn’t bring his paws along for the ride.

Wait, his paws felt heavier? Oh boy, that could only mean one thing had happened. Sitting bolt upright in bed and tossing the covers to the side, Bomba groaned at the sight of two elongated, black and white paws. Alkali must be somewhere nearby then. This smacked of his handiwork. The fact he was no longer surprised by the change spoke volumes about their relationship.

“Otter, where are you? Wake up already and fix this problem,” Bomba yelled from bed. A silver furred head peeked past the door frame, along with a grin from cheek to cheek.

“Who, me? Who’s to say I’m at fault here?” Alkali chirped.

“You’re joking.”

“No I’m not. You can’t blame this on me. Could be some new form of disease that only affects one in a million dogs.”

Bomba shook his head. “Come on, you got what you wanted. Help me out of bed and make them normal again.”

“Oh please, that’s not the only amount I wanted!” Alkali smiled, bringing a familiar ray back into view pressing the button. Bomba’s eyes widened as the purple ray smashed into his already huge paws, starting the growth anew. The growth was much faster this time, taking only a few seconds to expand to 5 feet long; big enough to be mistaken as a person on their own.

“You have a working growth ray and you’re only going to use it on my paws? No solving world hunger or anything? Why am I not surprised,” Bomba muttered under his breath. The ray felt tingly on his paws, causing him to squirm back and forth when the black and white paws shot out to 6 feet long. Alkali was squeaking and snuggling the right paw now, and Bomba realized the otter wasn’t holding the ray anymore. He followed the purple ray back to a nightstand, still firing away.

Bomba sighed and decided to play along. If he really wanted this that badly, it wouldn’t be so bad to give him some paw loving. He pressed a paw each against the grey otter’s body, one on his back and one on his front. The warmth was able to cover his entire body, squishing all over him as the otter reached around the paws and snuggled it close.

He squeaked happily as Bomba started to move a paw up and down slightly, rubbing gently against the otter’s junk. Alkali was already hard at that point, way too enamored with the person-sized paws. But the rubbing was too much for him to handle. He started humping against the black paw pads, squeaking and moaning in pleasure.

The otter buried his nose in the fur of a toe as large as his head, breathing deeply and tickling the paw just slightly. The musk from the paws was inviting, a sort of masculine, clean smell. Alkali always loved how well taken care of his boyfriend’s paws were. Always clean and available for otter attention; his boyfriend spoiled him too often with them. Having a set of paws to take care of that were this large was better than any time before though. He brought his face up against one of the toe pads and gave a long lick from top to bottom.

He went between each toe to give them all the love he could muster, and Bomba responded with appreciative hums or clenching of his toes when the otter hit just the right spots. Alkali was just about to move on to the next paw when he realized there was a slight problem. Bomba didn’t notice it until he tried to switch paws as well, knocking over a lamp in the process.

The fuzzy feet had grown up to nearly 9 feet tall now. There wasn’t much room left to go up anymore, and as Alkali rubbed himself on the wall of Bomba’s paw his toes touched the ceiling. He needed to readjust his position. As he did so though, furniture was moved, plaster was knocked loose, a huge mess was made all over.  The dusky decided enough was enough at that point. It was time to finish off the growth and be done with it.

Bomba reached over toward the ray on the nightstand, but found maneuvering much harder now. There was too much weight in his feet now to move any closer, and the ray was just out of reach. His fingers brushed against the cold metal of the ray’s handle, but no more than that.

“Uhh hun, maybe we should stop now.” Bomba’s attempt to get the otter’s attention was futile; he was preoccupied with other issues. Two very large, warm, furry issues. “No really. We’re gonna break lots of stuff here soon.”

He wiggled his toes against the ceiling easily now, but didn’t want to be making a sun roof in the middle of his bedroom. Bomba pushed his paws forward so his toes were angled to be more parallel with the ceiling, trying to buy as much time as possible. Alkali clang to them like a tree frog, still lost in his own world. He was smooshed slightly up against the wall behind him, with the paws growing over his body now. He gasped in pleasure even as the voice of reason in his mind warned him that things were getting out of control.

The cycle of growth and pleasure continued though, 10 feet becoming 15 feet in the space of minutes. Bomba whined as he continued to run out of room in the bedroom, and Alkali was completely lost to the paws now so much that Bomba couldn’t even see him anymore. He could certainly feel him and his tickling licks and nose sniffs though.

If it weren’t for the immediate danger to their house, Bomba would’ve admitted it was almost a pleasant experience. Having his feet pampered by the otter felt good, like a full body massage on the most sensitive area of his physique. And the ray left a warm and fuzzy feeling in his feet from the growth. The dusky closed his eyes despite his worries, allowing the tingling sensation to lure him into a sense of peace.

That is until his toes touched the wall opposite his bed. There was absolutely no more space left in the bedroom. 20 feet of dusky paws filled the room entirely, and were now pushing the house to its limits of structural integrity. Bomba gulped in fear and mentally steeled himself for the inevitable destruction about to occur.

Those watching the house from outside witnessed a puzzling sight. The walls began to bow outward slightly, and small tufts of black and white fur pushed out of the door and windows. The roof quickly popped off as two enormous paws pushed upward into the air, black and white monuments to otter enjoyment.

The rest of the house didn’t last much longer as the paws continued expanding, until they were finally 30 feet tall each. The dusky connected to those paws looked way up in the air, sighing in relief when the growth stopped. The movement of the house must have knocked over that growth ray to cause it to stop firing.

“You owe me for this, otter!” he yelled up to his boyfriend. Alkali couldn’t hear much up there on top of his toes though. He was too busy loving on his boyfriend’s paws now. He didn’t want to acknowledge Bomba just yet... as soon as he did, he would need to explain the inconvenient truth to him.

He didn’t have a shrink ray working yet.