Unwrapping His Present- Act I (Patreon)

So, I've decided to turn this month's story into something of an event- this will be a two-parter, starring every single one of my characters thus far. Watch out for the second part, coming soon!

The cheshire Theo was captivated by a stunning creature across the coffee shop from his seat. The impeccably dressed feline set his drink down, deciding to instead drink her in. She seemed to be canine; but the shape of her tail and the spots on her thick, well-defined thighs and muscular arms suggested a mix of hyena. She was dressed in a pair of daisy dukes and a work shirt tied up around her midriff, showing off six sculpted abs. Her face was quite fetching, too, with pretty purple eyes and chocolate brown hair. Such a fine specimen was exactly the type that he usually patronized as a client, but there was something about her; he recognized her, but from where?

Gwen could feel the strange, green cat staring at her as she got her coffee, heading home after a long night shift working security at the history museum. She had half a mind to say something, but… oh, no. He was coming towards her. And what was he wearing? His outfit was old-fashioned enough to be one of the exhibits she patrolled.

“Hello, madam,” he bowed floridly. “You are striking, I must say.”

“I have a boyfriend, mister,” Gwen said bluntly, the old southern accent slipping in as her brow arched, and her hand went to the taser she usually kept on her person. “And he’s bigger ‘n you.”

“No, no!” Theo chuckled. “You misunderstand me, madam. I merely mean to say, I never forget a face. I wonder where we’ve met before?”

“Oh.” Gwen frowned, thinking for a moment. “I would’ve remembered meeting you, I think. I’m usually down at the local history museum.”

“Ah, yes, I remember now.” Theo’s eyes sparked with recognition, flashing the most curious shade of blue. “The security guard larger than most of the patrons. I’ve chanced upon your fine institution, on account of a dear friend of mine who I believe is a contributor to the collection- a Mr. Renard De Fleureaux. I am Theodosius Augustus Charlemagne Gregorius Iarlaith Bresson, or Theo to my friends.”

“You’re a friend of my Ren?” Gwen instantly lit up. “It figures. You’re the only one dressed fancier than him. I’m Gwen Ballard.”

“Your Ren?” Theo chuckled. “Oh, boyfriend bigger than me, indeed. I asked him out for dinner, with his birthday so soon. What a shame he’s fallen so ill, from his last expedition. Some sort of god awful jungle disease.”

“Ill?” Gwen frowned. “He’s been training up, for an amateur bodybuilding competition.”

Theo’s eyes then flashed red. “Oh? He told me himself when I asked after…”

“Oh!” Thankfully, the canine hybrid was quick on the uptake. “Ah, yeah. Sick as a dog, but he still wants to train. You know how he’s like.”

Theo arched his brow. “Ah, I see.”

“Excuse me, Theo, it was nice to meet you, but I really need to run!”

“Indeed, Ms. Ballard, indeed.” Theo muttered, sinking back into his seat. His claws unfurled, and were tapping against the table. “Dear oh dear, Mr. De Fleureaux, you’ve been caught in a lie. And I only wanted to give you a birthday present.” Snapping his fingers, a rolodex appeared beside the cheshire’s drink, and he began to quickly flip through the names. “Let’s see… ah, Valoch, the unassuming gluttony demon. He makes some fine confections. Maybe I’ll still send Mr. De Fleureaux a cake…”

Later in the afternoon, the doorbell rang, but when Gwen answered it, there was no one there but a huge gift basket, piled high with sweets and pastries. Arching her brow, the hybrid took the huge basket in her thickly muscled arms, then her ears perked up when she saw Renard’s name on the tag.

“Hey, sweetie!”

Renard grunted, buried in notes from his latest research paper. “Hmm? Who was it, Gwen?”

Gwen looked at her boyfriend, his back to her. The lolf, with his tawny fur, strawberry blond hair mussed, and his tasseled tail flicking back and forth, was cute when he was working on his papers. Hefting the huge gift basket in one arm, she spun Renard’s office chair around, planting the basket in his lap.

“Happy Birthday!”

Renard chuckled, sitting up to look over the small mountain of baked goods to see his girlfriend. The lolf rolled his broad shoulders, leaning back, as his chest was mashing what appeared to be a blueberry tart. “It’s not for a week, hon!”

“Yeah, but doesn’t your papa do that whole birthday week thing?” Gwen giggled, planting a kiss on the lolf’s cheek.

“One of his better ideas, admittedly…” Renard swung his thickly roped, muscular arm around Gwen’s neck, keeping her close and stealing a kiss. “Does that mean you’re going to lavish me with gifts all week, now?”

“Mm… I could dress up in something cute each day. You could unwrap me. Does that count?” She nuzzled the lolf’s thick neck.

Renard shook his head. “Aw, but that’s what you got me for Christmas! So, seriously, who’s this from?”

“There’s a tag- ‘To Mr. De Fleureaux, hoping this is your biggest birthday yet! -Theo.’” Gwen broke free of the hold Renard had on her, and gently prodded the lolf. “I can’t believe you blew a guy like that off. He’s a little eccentric, but he was nice-”

“Wait.” Renard stood up, keeping the basket at arm’s reach. “This is from Theo?”

“Well, yeah. I ran into him at the coffee shop. We got to talking, and I kind of… spilled the beans you weren’t sick.” Gwen went from apologetic to scolding like the flip of a switch. “Which wouldn’t have happened had you told me.”

The lolf groaned. “Oh, God. Okay, so, we are not touching the food in this basket. Any of it.”

“Oh, Ren. Who poisons someone just for being blown off over a birthday party?” Gwen shook her head. “He’s probably just being nice.”

“I don’t know, Gwen, why don’t you go ask Sleeping Beauty what can go wrong when you piss off a nigh-immortal magical asshole over birthday invitations?” Renard snapped. “Theo is bad news, okay? He made me… well, big.” He flexed his arm, his bowling ball-sized bicep swelling up and nearly splitting his sleeve open. “Most of this is him.”

“Oh… no?” Gwen crossed her own beefy arms which dug into her round, full chest. “What a horrible thing to do.”

Renard rolled his eyes. “Theo is insane, Gwen. He doesn’t see you or me, he sees art projects. And there’s no telling him ‘no.’ If he thinks you’d be better off as an immobile blimp, he’s going to force food down your throat.” He sighed, setting the basket down. “Look. I just want to enjoy my birthday, and not have to check every single piece of food to make sure it’s not spiked with some sort of insane weight gain serum. So we’re not touching this basket, and we’re just going to wait for my birthday, and our double date with Victor. Okay?”

Gwen seemed unconvinced, but the canine sighed. “Alright, spoilsport. Should I just throw the basket away, then?”

“I’ll take care of it tomorrow.” Renard swivelled his chair around, looking back at his notes. “The last time I threw out one of Theo’s treats, the garbage man tripled in size. They had to roll him to the hospital.”

Later that night, Gwen was preparing for her second night shift of the week. Renard was sound asleep, and she was running late. She needed something to eat, and she didn’t want to wake up the lolf… if only there was a whole buffet’s worth of portable snack foods around. Gwen’s eyes drifted to the basket sitting on Renard’s desk. She spotted an apple fritter, one of her favorites. It seemed oddly out of place; the rest of the baked goods were definitely catered to Renard’s taste; lots of strawberry and blueberry.

“Tch. Ren worries too much,” Gwen muttered in between bites as she rushed out the door, not realizing that her uniform became a little tighter.

It was around nine in the morning when Gwen came home, tearing off her uniform  as she lumbered into the bedroom she shared with Renard. Her tail wagging, she pounced on top of the bed, pinning her boyfriend and making the bed frame groan.

“Ren! You are going to write Theo a thank you card for the gift basket.” Gwen demanded, pulling Renard up as the lolf shook the sleep from his mind.

When he finally opened his eyes, his jaw dropped. His entire field of view was filled with a massive expanse of canine-hyena muscle, all under her luscious, spotted coat. Her chest alone, filling her bra to the point of bursting, was wider across than Renard’s shoulders now, and judging by how her huge, pumped biceps dug into her voluptuous breasts, and the iron grip she had him in, she was exponentially bigger all around; all of it muscle, judging by how his hips were rubbing against brick-like abs.

“You ate it? Gwen, I told you-”

“Shhh, birthday boy,” Gwen rumbled, her bright eyes fluttering as she leaned in, effortlessly holding the comparatively smaller lolf down. “You’re not really in a position to tell me anything. Now… are you going to have some, or am I going to be bullying you for the rest of the week?” She giggled, teasing Renard as she kissed his forehead. “I know you, sweetie pie. You sure you’re gonna be okay with me being the bigger one?”

Renard was blushing a bit, squirming in his huge girlfriend’s grasp. “W-well…”

Gwen chuckled again, pulling Renard close then nuzzling his nose. “Eat some, honey. Maybe I want more lolf to love.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

With Gwen now taking up most of the bed, Renard had little choice but to grab some breakfast for himself. He was still enormously apprehensive- nothing from Theo ever came without strings attached- but Gwen had forced his hand. And he had just finished buying up a new wardrobe, too. 

If nothing else, Renard had to credit Theo’s taste. The cheshire knew him well; strawberry donuts, danishes, tarts, with blueberry muffins and scones. He picked up one particularly tantalizing piece, but when he bit into it, his eyes went wide. It tasted amazing; better than anything Theo had ever given him before. He had to have another. Loading up a plate, he grinned, mouth salivating at the nearly overpowering sweetness of the baked goods, and the thought about getting a little bigger. Maybe he could take up bodybuilding to offset the costs of a new wardrobe… again. He devoured four of the pastries; mostly the donuts, those had to be his favorites so far. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he loaded up his plate again. God, he was hungry today!

A week later, it was Renard’s birthday, and Gwen was nervously getting ready for the beach. Any sundresses she had were now hopelessly too small, and the purple bikini she had on, well. She was a lady after all, with old-fashioned sensibilities, and now she was barely able to keep herself decent, the lower half strained tight around her wide, rippling thighs and the top left very little to the imagination, like two watermelons had post-it notes strapped on them. She loved the strength and energy, and she thought she looked great, but the stares were getting a bit much whenever she was out. She then frowned, eyes drifting over to the pile of now empty gift baskets. Theo had dropped one off each day. She hadn’t eaten any more, but Renard…

“Ren…? Honey? You ready?”

“No. I’m not going!”

Gwen frowned. “It’s your birthday, and your friends are waiting to see you! Aw, Ren, sweetie, come on… we had the trunks let out…”

“These trunks are big enough to be a tent.”

“Sweetie…” the canine hybrid pressed into the room. “You don’t look that bad.” She wrapped her swollen arms around the thick, plush folds of the lolf’s belly- as far as they would go, at least. “You’re like a… big, soft teddy bear.”

“Stop that!” Renard snapped, but Gwen was too strong for him to break out of her hold. He lowered his chin, fatty folds and cheeks like balloons nestling amongst other chins. His chest had turned into two soft pillows, resting atop a hill of a huge belly. Love handles spilled over the blue trunks he had been forced into, the overhang of his gut hiding most of it from view. “I can’t believe I fell for this… this has Theo written all over it.”

“And when I see him again, I’ll put him in a headlock until he gets you back to normal.” Gwen nuzzled the flab around his neck. “You know I’m not going anywhere, right? Let’s have some fun today, okay? Don’t worry about any mean ol’ pussycat, when you got one hell of a guard dog.”

“Gwen…”

“C’mon.” She wrapped her arms around Renard’s, rock hard muscle digging deep into the flab around his limbs as she pulled him out the door. “You’re not gonna mope around on your birthday.”

“I can if I want to,” Renard muttered, digging his heels in. It served as only a temporary obstacle for his titanic girlfriend, who handily dragged him out of the apartment- even if both of them were getting a little too wide for the door.

“Good day for the beach, eh, Warren?” Victor stretched, his thickly muscled arms rippling the golden stripes streaked across his vast body. A strikingly handsome rat, with some tiger mixed in, Victor was built of herculean proportions, with sharp gold eyes and a luxurious pomp of blond hair. Wearing only a pair of red posers, his whole vast, muscular body was on display; every diamond cut ab, every swell along his geographic landmass of a back, and both his rippling, tree trunk-sized thighs. He reached down, smacking his date’s round, wide bottom, smirking devilishly.

“Oi!” Warren said sharply, the kangaroo nudging the tigrat in his beefy side. With a mop of red hair, Warren was built like an overfed tank; large, bulky, stable, but with a keg of a belly. He also had pizzas in hand, for the birthday boy, of course. “Y’ain’t here to act like a wanker, we’re here for our mate, Ren.”

“I heard he, uh. Put on some weight.” Victor muttered. “So try not to stare.”

Warren arched his brow. “Yeah, I’m going to be the one to comment. I thought you liked a little heft.”

Victor waggled his brow, smirking. “I did last night, you know that.” He turned to the horizon. “It’s just a shame for Ren- I got a text from a friend saying he and Gwen aren’t dating anymore, and… woah.”

The two were left staring at Renard and Gwen. Heavy adipose was slowing down the lolf, who was panting a little before he took another bite of his footlong hot dog. Thunder thighs were only partially buried behind the wall of fat, his trunks struggling to maintain their hold on an ass that could have smothered a park bench. If there was any real silver living it was that his trademark necklace hadn’t snapped off, the chain merely buried in the tire of fat that was ringing his neck, the actual cross nestled between the pillows on his chest.

“He looks like a beached whale!” Victor hissed. “And she looks… woah.” 

Warren sharply nudged the tigrat. “Hush!”

Victor recovered by the time the two were within earshot, offering a winning smile. “Hey, there’s the birthday boy!” He swung an arm around Renard’ overflowing sides, digging deep into his soft flesh. “Happy Birthday, bud.”

“Thanks,” Renard said shortly.

Clearing his throat, Victor smoothly moved over to Gwen, who had captured his attention. “And you, Sunflower. Aren’t you looking good?”

"Aw, Victor, you tease." Gwen chuckled. The bikini she had worn was having trouble containing her prodigious bust, only pushed further out thanks to several new inches of pectoral mass behind them. Her spots were even warping slightly on her fur as she curled one arm, finding the hill of her bicep shoving into her forearm. Straightening her free arm she smirked, the limb rippling even more than her boyfriend's flab, except hers would stop long before his did.

"Damn!" Victor whistled low. "And women always worry about bulking up. If they looked like you, we couldn't drag 'em out of the gym."

Renard was left glaring at Victor, but Warren cut in, spotting the nearly finished hot dog in the lolf’s hand. “Hey, Ren, let’s get you something to eat.”

“But I’m not hungr-” Renard’s titanic gut then growled at the smell of the pizza in Warren’s hand.

The kangaroo chuckled, patting him on the back. “C’mon, mate. You’ll feel better after a bite.”

Renard looked over at Gwen and Victor. The tigrat was flexing, now. He dropped into a crab flex, powerful biceps digging into his vast chest to match Gwen, his rolling back bulging and spreading out like a pair of wings. "Look, we're practically twins, Sunflower!"

Pizza actually sounded pretty good right now. Glumly, the lolf took a bite, feeling a little defeated… then a familiar taste hit his tongue.

“Warren? Where’d you get this?” Renard asked sharply.

“Oh, m’roommate, Val. He said he got the recipe from a friend of his, just for yer birthday. He’s bril, ain’t he?” Warren grinned. “There’s a lot more than this, actually. I told him to give out the extra food- way too much, even for us, eh?”

Renard frowned. He had been subjected to Theo’s food and elixirs long enough to know it when he tasted it; anything he put his paws on left the strangest aftertaste of elderberry. “We need to find the rest of that food, now. And get rid of it, however we can.” He tugged on Warren’s arm, huffing as he began waddling off.

“Gwen?” he called back. “You coming?”

“...why, Mr. Magnusson, you’re incorrigible!” Gwen laughed, pushing him away. Victor was bouncing his huge, cliff-like pecs for her. 

“Uh… Ren, mate?” Warren asked.

Renard furrowed his brow. “Never mind. Let’s go.”

Far off, Theo, like any good cat, was sunning himself, stretching out his green striped pelt and for once, wearing something quite modern- a pair of blue trunks, leaving the rest of his powerful, athletic body on display. He smiled to himself, turning down his sunglasses as he spotted the four huge individuals across the beach, Victor and Gwen enjoying each other’s muscles, and Renard and Warren, plodding off after snacks. Everything was going according to plan.

“I’m confused…” a black and green furred otter-like creature said, tilting his head to the side. Valoch, the gluttony demon Theo had recruited for his little plot, had been told this was all for Renard. “He doesn’t look happy.” 

Theo chuckled; for a demon, Valoch was hopelessly innocent and naive. His wishes to make people happy were admirable, though; the cheshire felt like he was much in the same business, most of the time. 

Valoch frowned at the cat’s laughter. “You said we’d be making people happy. That’s why I made so much food for you. And why did you hide it all over the beach?”

“Oh, don’t worry, my dear little friend,” Theo patted Valoch on the head. “I am positively ecstatic. Besides; this is only the first act.”