The small, impossibly black creature rested one paw on the discarded box before him as he regarded the gravid sight that hung in the air a foot or so away, his other paw resting beneath his chin.
“You must understand, I didn't have a lot to work with, in terms of time or context, really” he elaborated somewhat apologetically. “Does an explanation help at all?”
Kalas, rendered an almost immobile balloon by the now dispersed explosion of gas that had emanated from the deceptively small box he had been presented with, could only offer a muffled attempt at vocalization. His stubby legs kicked at the ground that lay a foot beneath the rounded underside of his belly, his exertions threatening to disrupt his delicate upright equilibrium and send him spinning like a bubble in a circling drain. His slightly more capable arms grasped at his swollen, tender chest for leverage, as if he could somehow pull himself over the crest of his own body. Every twinge of sensation that sunk into his body when he pinched his puffy flesh, and every slight whisper of air that tickled the taut, oversensitive skin of his inflated stomach was another reminder that all of this was him, blown out to ridiculous proportion maybe, but still every inch of it was him.
“Mmfffrggghh” was all that the burgeoning zepplin could offer in response, his lower muzzle mashed under his ballooned pectorals and his globular cheeks rendering diction a moot point.
“Ah well, don we now our gay apparel and all that” the dragons Stygian-tinted host shrugged, flexing his paws in front of his face. “On that subject, how do you like the new look? Seems a little more appropriate for this neck of the woods, no? Is it a little much? Not far enough?”
“MMMMFFF”
“Right, sorry. Not the time. This is your party and all that. I do hope that you're enjoying yourself”
LJ, the gift giver, regarded Kalas's distended dimensions and distance from the ground as his small ears twitched slightly. Exactly how much of a running start and how many gymnastics would be required to mount and eventually recline on what was starting to look like a very fetching new air mattress? A wide, brilliant-white cheshire smile cracked his dark visage.
“Care to watch a Christmas movie?” he offered, already winding up for his first leaping attempt. “We've got a little time before the Santa Claus parade passes through here. I'm sure they'll welcome the inclusion of another float.”
Kalas merely rolled his eyes and sighed. As long as everyone was having a good time, he couldn't be too upset at his predicament. And being a part of the festivities certainly did sound like fun...

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And a Happy Holidays! Kalas is my Secret Santa this year, and So I do hope he enjoys my hurried little attempt at spreading holiday cheer. In an effort to provide a bit of a story and interaction for this piece, I may have trotted out my brand new fursona to deliver the gift in person. Ah well, ignore that horrid little shade, this is for Kalas after all.
Merry Christmas big guy, and wishing you all a happy new year!