gil didn't spend any time with Saturn after his Christmas fun with Jupiter. I have corrected this grievous error.

Waffle is  gil.
Saturn is his growy lizard friend on Champions Online.

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“You’re pathetic,” Saturn growled under her breath. Her pale blue eyes glanced down at her long and muscular thighs as she watched the dim lighting of the room gleaming off her lavender scales. The immense lizard shifted her weight and readjusted herself in her seat. Her ample legs and firm buttocks shook from side to side as they dug into the cushions, taking up what little room the small chair had left. She leaned back into the chair and closed her eyes. A toothy grin spread across her face as she listened to the taxed metal frame of the chair creaking and groaning beneath her girth. A trembling from under her heavy legs interrupted her moment of bliss. Saturn’s eyes opened. Her stern glare met her large, clawed toes and even larger feet along with the whimpering footstool that rest beneath her heels.

Waffle groaned as his bare back began to slump under the weight of the lizard’s feet. The feline’s fingers dug into the carpet, his arms quivering under the stress of holding his mistress’ legs up for what seemed like an eternity. His labored breathing was cut short when the black leather collar around his neck jerked his head in her direction. Waffle’s eyes followed the long leather strap the brushed against the side of her leg until they reached her closed hand. He quickly glanced up at Saturn’s face, but her look of disapproval and the strong tug of his collar forced him to look down at the ground.

“What’s wrong, my pet?” Saturn asked Waffle in a mocking tone. Her thumb and index finger rubbed against his leash while she spoke. “Can’t hold up my weight any longer?” She watched the feline try and hold himself steady, but he couldn’t still the quaking arms that gave away his fatigue. “Already at your limit?” Saturn chuckled coldly and added, “Maybe you’d try harder if I put more pressure on you, hmm?”

The feline’s body tensed up when he felt the lizard’s body shudder. Soon he felt more and more of her already immense weight being piled onto his weary back, causing his arms to buckle under the increasing pressure on his body. His ears perked up when he heard the groaning metal of the chair bending and warping out of shape. He dared a glance back towards her and his eyes widened as he saw his mistress slowly expanding in size. Her form swelled with each passing second, taking up more and more room within the already damaged chair. His head turned the other way, his mouth agape as her legs inched across his back while her feet hung in the air.

“And I’m at my smallest size, too,” Saturn whispered to him. “You really are a weakling.” The lizard bit her lip when she felt her thighs and butt rubbing against the back and armrests of the chair, struggling to free themselves from their cushiony confines. Within moments the chair gave way and snapped in two. The pieces fell to the ground before her rump sat upon them with a loud thud, flattening the metal and padding beneath her expanding buttocks.

“Seems I broke my sister’s favorite chair,” Saturn cackled. Her breathing deepened as her growth surged through her veins, slowly pushing her form outwards and taking up more of the room. “Oh well. I’ll get her a new one and say it was a present. She’ll never know the difference.” The lizard looked down and watched Waffle as he struggled to keep himself up. “Still want to be my willing footstool?” Saturn paused while her swelling body slowed to a stop. “I’m in a good mood, weakling. I want to see how long you can hold me up at this size. I’d grow more, but my sister wouldn’t approve of me wrecking our home for the third time this month. If you do well I might consider rewarding you.”

Waffle gulped and nodded weakly. The collar around his neck tugged and pulled at his throat with every small move Saturn made. Even the mere act of her rubbing her fingers together was enough to jerk his strained leash. The feline breathed deeply as he tried to pull himself together. His fingers inched forward while his legs wobbled, trying to better distribute the weight of his massive mistress. The coarse scales on her wide legs dug into his gray fur and scratched at his skin. The sensation slid up his spine and throbbed in his head, slowly building and rising within him. His skin flushed when he felt his heart began to flutter with excitement. Never before had he been so close to her, save for being on the receiving end of her ire. Now, he was at her feet as her own trembling little footstool. He closed his eyes and felt the pain of reality seeping into his arms and legs, steadily bringing his torso lower and closer to the ground. The mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelmed his brain with more sensual thoughts and images, forcing his mouth to open and release a soft moan.

Saturn leaned in when she heard Waffle exhale. A wide smile formed on her lips before breaking into a toothy grin. “You actually like this?” she asked him. “You actually like being my footrest?”

Waffle froze up, his face red with embarrassment. He loved it, we wanted to say to her. He loved being her slave, her footrest, her property. His back arched and moved back and forth, his skin and fur rubbing against her calves, letting more and more thoughts flood his mind. The feline’s breathing quickened as he moaned once more, giving the massive lizard her answer.

“You really are something,” she remarked before giving the leash a strong tug, jerking Waffle away from her legs and forcing him flat on his back. “A sick little pervert like you deserves something more.”

Waffle’s head turned to the side and watched her large feet slide across the floor, edging closer and closer to his head. Her right foot picked itself off of the ground and slid across his cheek, his face tingling with the feeling of her scales slowly brushing against his face. He couldn’t tell how large Saturn had become even though her form easily filled the room, but her enormous foot and firm, full sole was more than enough to quell any doubts. The lizard’s left foot moved and pressed down on his stomach, forcing the air out of him as her right foot firmly planted itself over his open mouth and nose.

“What are you waiting for?” Saturn whispered to Waffle. “Do what you’ve always wanted to do.” Her left foot slid across the feline’s bare stomach and chest while she spoke. “I saw that look in your eyes when you came in. They were the first thing you noticed.”

He couldn’t lie even if he could speak. Her huge feet and plump toes were the first thing his eyes fixed upon when they met. Wherever they went his eyes were glued to them, watching her lovely pair of feet trampling over anything that got in her way -- twig or tower, it didn’t matter to him at all. Now, her tremendous body-crushing soles were smothering him and he didn’t even have to utter a word. Waffle’s tongue extended itself and touched the bottom of her foot, licking her warm scales while he breathed in what little air he could. His lungs and mouth filled with her earthy scent, his mind buzzing with bliss while his tongue touched as much of her as it could. The feline’s fingers touched the sides of her right foot, drifting towards her suckable toes. His body pushed against her feet as he tried to pull himself along the floor. The weight of her soles were incredible. Saturn looked down, watching the feeble little Waffle grinding against her feet. His warm, wet tongue and muffled moaning caused her to blush and wiggle her toes in excitement. Feeling her digits thumping against his sides and head was all the motivation he needed from her. With his last bits of strength he pushed his head up from the bottom of her right foot, the pounding of her toes against his now exposed face was his reward.

The feline grabbed Saturn’s big toe and held it in his grip. His eyes fixed on the large digit that rest just inches from his snout. He leaned in and licked the tip of her toe below the claw, then kissed it. Pressing his face against her toe, he felt the scales and flesh of her plumpness pushing back against his fur. Waffle’s teeth and tongue latched onto her and bit down, nibbling on her foot as he greedily drank the taste of her toes. Saturn moved her other foot away from his torso and placed it at the other side of his head. Her neglected toes nudged his head, drowning him under their heavy pads. The lizard’s toes pushed his head away from her big toe, pinching him between her smaller digits.

“Make sure you get every last one of them,” she growled. “You got a long night ahead of you.”

Waffle’s head turned from side to side as he tried to lick and suck upon each toe in a quickened frenzy. Each one called for his worship and attentions by pinching his head, pushing against his taxed frame, squeezing him between the other toes – anything to get him to touch them. Soon he worked himself into a rhythm. His hands rubbed and touched one toe while his mouth and tongue worked on another, his body rubbing itself along the bottom of her massive foot.

Waffle’s affection for her large feet made Saturn blush with excitement. She released her grip on his leash and rubbed her thighs before leaning back, content with letting him work on her by himself. She closed her eyes and exhaled. The feeling of him pinned beneath her toes, forced to lick and suckle each one while she steadily grew ever larger was a feeling too good for her to deny herself any longer. A loud, throaty moan from Saturn filled the room when her body shuddered and began to expand once again. Her swelling form pushed itself outwards and knocked aside the pieces of furniture that stood in her way. The small feline beneath her feet continued his single-minded worship of her, seemingly oblivious of her growing body. The lizard’s horns touched the roof of the room, forcing her head down while her hands and tail brushed against the crumbling walls that still contained her. More and more of her divine feet smothered Waffle. Their vast bulk flattened him beneath her soles as her body grew and swelled even further. With a fearsome roar Saturn’s body burst from the confines of the living room. Her limbs and head thrust themselves from the ceiling and walls, throwing splintered and shattered debris into the air. The lizard rose from the ground and brushed the rubble from her body, her eyes looking down at the houses that surrounded her. She knelt down and looked to her side, surveying the gaping hole she had ripped into her own home.

Saturn sighed. “Jupiter is not going to like that. At least I didn’t wreck the whole thing this time.” She felt something warm along the bottom of her left foot that pulled her attention away from the wrecked house. Pulling her foot up into the air, she found Waffle lying on the lawn. He was breathing heavily and wracked with pain, but otherwise fully intact. “I have to give you credit. You’re tougher than you look, after all.”

Without a word Waffle dragged himself from off the grass and shuffled towards Saturn’s feet. With his last ounce of energy he fell onto her grass covered toes and rest his head on her sole, giving it an affectionate kiss.