The explosive conclusion to Theo's comedy of errors, where some people hulk out and others pork out, all while putting a stop to the cheshire's poorly planned pranks. This was actually written as a way to explain Renard's updated look, which I was still testing at the time. This is all non-canon now, but still a story I'm happy with! Illustrated again by  cedricbrowning, who needs a snack.

First part can be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/34184132/

Art ©  cedricbrowning
Characters & Story © c'est moi

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Renard was huffing along, looking extremely stereotypical as his flabby arms were full of snack foods. The boardwalk was creaking under the heavy weight of the massively rotund hybrid, and a kangaroo that was nearly as thick. His round belly bounced with each laborious step, his sharp nose sniffing the air, trying to suss out the food scattered all over the beach that had been tainted by Theo.

“So… ya think this Theo bloke put weight gain watchmacallit in all this food, all out in the open fer people to grab?” Warren huffed, a pile of pizza and hotdogs cradled in his strong, burly arms. The kangaroo puffed, blowing strands of his long, wavy red hair out of his face.

“I don’t think so, I know so,” Renard muttered. “He’s an insane trickster that loves making people big. He’s the reason I put on so much weight recently.”

“Seeing as my old co-worker is possessed by a wrath demon and I’m pretty certain my roommate’s a bloody demon, too, I’d be a bit of a hypocrite t’be skeptical,” Warren sighed. The kangaroo hiked up his loud, hawaiian print shorts over his wide hips, causing his keg-like belly to bounce. “Waddya want to do with all this food? Just throw it away?”

“No,” Renard shook his head. “Some people will grab free food from anywhere, and Theo made this stuff particularly tantalizing. We need to… I don’t know, burn it?”

“That, or…” Warren licked his lips, looking at all the treats piled high in his arms.

“...We eat it,” Renard sighed, finishing the thought. All that food did look good. Smacking his lips, he picked up a particularly tasty looking piece of pizza. “I don’t want all these random people falling prey to Theo’s inflated sense of artistic liberty. Well…” He raised up the piece of pizza to Warren in a sort of toast. “At least it’ll taste good.”
***
“Sunflower, you are just… amazing,” Victor rumbled, patting and testing the firmness of Gwen’s huge bicep. He wasn’t sure if it was bigger than his; it was awfully close.

“Why d’ya call me that?” Gwen chuckled, a little nervously. The huge tigrat was starting to getvery handsy. “You’ve used it ever since we met.”

“You mean, when we were dating?” Victor smirked, rolling his broad shoulders, letting his tensed, pumped arms ripple, and idly bouncing his pecs as he cut the space between them. “I call ‘em like I see ‘em, babe. You’re all bright and cheerful, got that farm girl thing down pat, and let’s face it- you grew like a weed.” He growled, caressing her arm and kissing the peak of her bicep, while his free hand ran over her prosperous breasts, hitting her in a particular spot he knew always drove her crazy.

“Hey!” Gwen shoved him off. “What the Hell are you thinking? I’m dating Ren!”

Victor blinked. “You- really? Still? I didn’t think you were into…” he puffed up his cheeks, holding out his arms to imitate Renard’s huge gut.

“Vic, don’t be an ass! I thought you were his friend.”

The tigrat held up his hands. “Woah, hey! I got a text saying you two broke up, I thought it was cool!”

“What? Who told you that?” she demanded.

“Uh…” Victor ran a hand through his hair, thinking back. “Old associate of mine from work… he’s a cat, Teddy, Thomas…”

Gwen’s eyes flashed with anger. “Theo.”

Victor snapped his fingers. “That’s him. Weird guy, green, dressed like he’s from the Victorian era or something.”

Gwen smacked her forehead. “Vic, Theo is the reason Renard ballooned up like he has. We think he’s sabotaged his birthday because Ren flaked on him for a birthday dinner.”

“Oh my God. Seriously?” the massive tigrat sighed. “Damn, and I’ve been putting the moves on you… look, uh, Sunflower- Ballard. You know I’d never actually… try and poach a girl from a friend, right? I’m not that bad a guy.”

Gwen waved it off. “‘Course, big guy.”

“Look, how about I train Renard back to fighting shape? I can turn him around, definitely.”

Gwen hummed, thinking for a moment before her eyes drifted across the beach, and then she smacked Victor’s huge flank. “I’ll do ya one better. You want to help? Put the moves on him.”

The powerfully built hybrid had spotted the green cheshire on the beach, before he faded from view, afraid he had been spotted. “Damn!” Gwen hissed.

“Don’t worry,” Victor smirked, his golden eyes sparking like fire. Supernatural beings rarely escaped his gaze. “I’ve got him in my sights. That him?”

“Mhm,” Gwen sighed. “Look, Ren told me how Theo made him big and strong in the first place. He’s got this elixir always on his person, hot pink. It’d fix Ren instantly. You flirt with him, distract him, and I’ll pinch the stuff off him.”

“Yeah, yeah… that could work. This guy likes big men, right?” Victor asked.

“Big anything, so I’m told. Bigger the better.”

“Heh.” Victor flexed his arm, his bicep surging as he puffed up his already massive chest. “Then I’m the best.”
***
Theo had spotted Gwen and locked eyes with her for the briefest moment, but he had disappeared; perhaps there was still a chance to throw her off his scent. Checking before he willed himself back to being visible, he leaned back in his chair, looking to sun himself for just a minute longer… then he sensed something was blocking his light.

“Well, hi there.”

Theo had to sit up for this. The sight before him was a marked improvement over the picturesque, if unremarkable and crowded, beach. Victor Magnusson was now looming over him, in all his glory. The tigrat’s grey pelt, marbled with those rolling, warped gold stripes, stretched over column-like legs with gloriously sculpted calves and thighs, a chiselled torso topped with a chest wide as a car bumper, and shoulders that were spread out like the sprawling beach.

“You seen a beach ball?” Victor asked, smirking toothily as he tensed his powerful arms, golden stripes rippling. “It’s this round…” he grunted, his smile clenched as he brought his arms down into a crab flex, swollen biceps grinding against his chest, his vast back surging. “This big,” he growled, pulling his arms up to let his biceps rise up even further, “And I think I saw it go this way,” he smirked, pointing while keeping his biceps peaked.

“Well,” Theo cleared his throat, his smile calm and cool even as his eyes flashed pink, and his tail was flicking back and forth madly. “A bit cliche, don’t you think?”

Victor smirked, cutting the space between him and the cheshire. “I don’t hear you complaining, Theo.”

The cheshire chuckled, though he was a little breathless this close to the titanic hybrid. “Only my friends call me that, Mr…?”

“Aw, you know me, don’t you?” he winked, pulling the green feline against his bulging side as he draped that huge arm over the cat’s shoulder. “Victor? Victor Magnusson? You’ve been in contact with my job in the past. There any reason we can’t be friendly?”

Theo tittered. “Mr. Magnusson, I think you’re trying to seduce me. You’re not here with anyone?”

“Just a friend with benefits, but it seems I’ve lost track of him.” Victor’s eyes flicked over Theo’s head as the cheshire’s view was filled with his bare chest. He could see Gwen trying to get close, and then motioned to him to hurry things up. He then turned down to Theo, cupping his chin to meet his iridescent eyes. “I think we could be friends with benefits, too.”

“Is that so, Mr. Magnusson?”

Victor chuckled, making his whole body rumble against Theo. “I know what you do, Theo. And I’ve been feeling a little underdone lately. I was thinking maybe I’d come to a real artist… and see what you can do with me.”

Theo’s smile was practically giddy, his eyes wide. “Well…” he cleared his throat. “You are straight forward to the point of a raging bull, but…” The cheshire’s gaze was going up and down the hybrid’s huge, chiselled body. “I could do such things with you, Mr. Magnusson. Though the standards are already so high. You are a masterwork, but there is always room for improvement.” From behind his back, he presented a crystal vial, filled with a hot pink liquid. “How fortunate that I have something for just such an occasion.”

With Theo once again ogling everything on Victor below the neck, the tigrat nodded slightly to the slowly encroaching Gwen. He bent down for Theo’s towel, tearing off a strap of it, then tying it around the cheshire’s eyes. “Here.” He guided the cheshire’s hand as he flexed his arm, forcing Theo’s fingers apart as they were pressed against a swell of expanding muscle. “Feel.”

“Dear Mr. Magnusson,” Theo huffed. Flexing his claws and gently scratching at muscle hard as stone. “You are aware that we are still on a public beach, yes?”

“You want to stop?” Victor whispered huskily, even as he frantically nodded to Gwen, the elixir in the cheshire’s free hand.

“Oh, heaven forbid!” the cheshire countered, his hand deftly gliding over Victor’s pecs. Then his tail brushed against Gwen’s leg.

“Wait. What was that?”

“Heh,” Victor played it cool, guiding Theo’s hand down to his rippling thigh. “Just someone with an awfully jealous look. And who could blame her? You’re an awfully lucky cat.”

heo shuddered, caressing that leg larger than his waist. “Humility is not amongst your virtues, is it, Mr. Magnusson?”

I’d be insulted if someone thought it was,” Victor replied, nodding to Gwen as she finally grabbed the elixir. The tigrat gasped as Theo’s smile disappeared. “Run!”

Gwen took off like a shot, her powerful legs pounding against the sand as Theo ripped off his blindfold. “You little sneak!” Theo hissed at Gwen, then turned back to face Victor, with an eerily serene smile on his face. “I suppose you think yourself clever, Mr. Magnusson.”

“I have my moments,” Victor smirked, his hands clenched on Theo’s shoulders. “You’ve been a bad kitty. Renard’s a friend of mine, y’know.” With a small grunt, Victor pushed Theo down into the sand, burying him up to his knees.

“And so he is to me!” Theo said defensively, squirming in the tigrat’s grasp. “Why can’t anyone just trust me? I had this all planned out.”

Victor scoffed, patting Theo on the head. “Seeing as you tricked me into hitting on my friend’s girlfriend, I’ll just leave you here to mull that over, okay?” Seeing that Theo was secure and Gwen had a good head start, Victor left the cheshire, lumbering after the german shepherd hybrid.

“Well!” Theo huffed, dissipating his legs to free himself. “It would appear you’ve got the drop on me, Mr. Magnusson,” he muttered, then produced another elixir. “But don’t think I won’t let this go. You want me to work on you? Very well. Now where did he put his protein shake…?”
***
Loud panting came from a pair of swollen masses filling up the seaside festival, the fevered work of clearing out Theo’s tainted food taking its toll on their waistlines. Warren was groaning as he leaned against a hotdog stand, nearly making it collapse. The kangaroo had been large to start, but now his gut was making him look more like a beached whale. Cheeks rounded out, bouncing as he snapped up another spiked hotdog. Four chins jiggled as he swallowed the mass and let out a soft belch. His sagging belly was churning loudly, so swollen that it propped his arms up slightly. While his limbs once had solid bulk, it was now entirely swaddled in fat, as his thunder thighs rolled over each other whenever his weight shifted. Warren was definitely more bottom heavy, especially given that his formerly broad rump was now almost spilling out of his shorts, wobbling like pudding at the most minor movement. Even his tail was much thicker and heavier. “Ugh, this is bollocks. Too much, barely able to keep going.”

“Yeah, because I’m doing so much better,” Renard hiccuped and clenched at his own belly. The apron of fat spilled down over his legs, even so far as to nearly brush the sand. Sitting atop the cauldron of blubber was a pair of moobs that could have given Gwen a run for her money. The chain of his necklace was buried somewhere in the tire of fat squeezing at his muzzle, face pinched by fat. The hybrid’s mood had only soured as the pounds had poured on, it was not the birthday he was looking forward to. “We have to keep going… this is Theo. He believes in excess.”

“Maybe, but it’s not like we get bloody a neon sign saying ‘look here’ or something…,” the roo trailed off as he spotted something odd toddling by. To most others the sight of an otter rounder than he was tall would have been strange, but given Warren knew him as his roommate and the cook for food he smacked Renard’s side. “Oi! Follow that otter!”

“Easier said than done!” Renard had only taken a few steps before he was panting loudly, body swaying and jiggling with each ponderous movement.

The only saving grace was that the doughy otter wasn’t that quick either. One poor turn sent him down between some stalls and into a dead end. Valoch spun around, eyes widening along with a smile as he spotted the lard-laden beasts blocking him in. “Oh, Warren, hey! And this must be Renard! Uhm, Happy Birthday!”

The lolf growled and tried to lunge for the otter, only managing to bump into Warren as he got in the way. “Out of my way, Warren.”

“Oi, calm down, ya aren’t gonna flatten me mate. Valoch, yah got some explaining to do. What the Hell did ya do?” Warren crossed his arms, glaring down at the demon.

Confusion washed over the otter’s pudgy face as he looked from lolf to kangaroo. “You don’t look happy yet...Theo said you’d be happy. Why aren’t you happy?”

“Because I didn’t want to spend my birthday looking like a Thanksgiving Day Parade float!” Renard growled, the effect less than intimidating as his plump cheeks wobbled. “Theo is insane and you listened to him!”

The roo grimaced and placed a hand on Renard, gently pushing him back as he turned to Valoch. “Look, Val, ya got turned around. This isn’t making anybody happy, Ren’s real upset and this has been making his birthday to shit.”

Valoch’s ears splayed back as the otter’s face twisted into a frown. “But he said...he said it would help make you happy. I just wanted to make people smile! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your birthday.” The little demon looked absolutely crestfallen, a soft whimper rising up.

It was enough to stymie even the hybrid’s outrage. Pinching his brow he let out a sigh. “Just...you trusted Theo, it’s a mistake a lot of people have made. So long as you’re sorry...I can let this go. But you have to help us make sure there’s no more of your food around here.”

“There isn’t anymore here. The rest is on the boardwalk,” the otter stated, cocking his head. “Theo said to spread it around, so I only put a little bit here.”

“A little bit? Val, there was a stonking smorgasbord of food we had to plow through!” Warren groaned loudly and rubbed a hand through his hair.

“Theo said to make lots, he didn’t really specify. Figured more is better, right?” The otter grinned sheepishly.

“Oh lord, this is turning into a nightmare. I’m a burger from being stuck in place,” Renard moaned softly and shook his head before his ears perked at the sound of his name being called. Turning around he blushed as he watched Gwen running up toward him, poetry in motion as her muscles bounced and heaved on impact. The sight of a vial of pink liquid in her hand put a smile on his pinched muzzle.

“Oh my God, honey,” Gwen tutted, having to dig into the reams of flab to scale the doughy mountain that was her beau. “Ya’ll be on salads for a month after all this.”

“Just a month?” Renard belched. “I’m surprised my heart hasn’t stopped- I think I’m good on fried meats until Christmas.”

“Well, here, just a li’l cleanser.” Gwen lifted the crystal bottle up to Renard’s lips, the lolf drinking it down in one gulp.

The canine hybrid hopped off the lolf, biting her lower lip as she waited for something to happen. There was a faint rumbling noise as Renard clutched his flabby chest, and with a sudden rush of energy, found the strength to stand up straight again. It was an odd sight; like Renard was a slab of clay being sculpted by invisible hands.

“Wait! Wait!” Gwen and Warren turned around, spotting a panicked Theo rushing towards them. “Not yet!”

Gwen used her powerful arms to position Warren between Theo and Renard, the cheshire colliding with the kangaroo’s gut and being knocked to the ground. “Take a seat, Warren,” she said. “Ya look like you need a good rest.”

“Couldn’t agree more, sheila,” Warren grunted, his titanic bulk landing on top of the cheshire with a soft whump.

Renard, just behind them, was still being molded. His whole body was shifting, that massive gut dissolving as his limbs took shape and form once again, muscle bulging out and growing like rising loaves in an oven. It took some time, but in a matter of moments, all that ponderous, useless dough and lard had been formed into a pair of meaty pecs like huge flanks of beef, a row of swollen abs, so thick and tightly packed, they had begun to bow out in a very different kind of gut. His arms and legs were roped with muscle thicker than Gwen’s waist, his shoulders rising up and out like the tide coming in, but there was a marked change in his face.

Where there was once multiple chins, Renard’s jaw had grown stronger and thicker, and his hair had grown out, crowning him in a mane of strawberry blonde.

“Oh… sweetie.” Gwen was close to fanning herself, looking him up and down, then laying on her best impression of Scarlet O’Hara. “I’m havin’ a case of the vapors.”

Renard was catching his breath, his mighty chest rising and falling, sometimes catching that newly enlarged jaw, wedging it between two rock hard hills.

“You’re bloody well Happy Birthday, Mr. De Fleureaux!” Theo grunted form beneath more than half a ton of kangaroo. “You’ve finally realized your full potential, you noble hero, you!”

“Happy Birthday?” Renard came stomping forward. “You’ve sent me on a wild goose chase, embarrassed me in front of my friends and girlfriend, and for what? Because I skipped out on dinner? You’re insane, and apparently there’s a whole other mess of food on the boardwalk? Just how much is there?”

“Uhm…”

"Where is he?!”

Theo’s ears flattened, his smile disappearing for one rare moment. “Could we possibly discuss this in a more, ah, secure location, Mr. De Fleureaux? I may have carried things a bit too far."


Hurtling down the alley of snack stands and stalls, Victor looked like a living, breathing avalanche, a huge mass with intent to smother and rush everything in his path. Though his arms and legs still rippled with powerful muscle, he had to cradle a great, grey gut the size of a small car, leaving him panting from the exertion.

“Oh, ye Gods above.” Theo looked to Renard, smiling pleadingly. “Please, Mr. De Fleureaux, show mercy! I didn’t bloody well know Mr. Magnusson had all the fire and fury of a demon inside!”

“You!” Victor snarled, stomping up to Theo, his eyes wide and fiery as his mammoth gut wobbled. “When I’m done with you, I’m going to use your fur to make the tackiest throw rug imaginable!”

“I-it was just a jest, Mr. Magnusson!” the cheshire begged. “A mere tit for tat! I can fix it!”

“They say there’s more than one way to skin a cat, Theo. You want to come with me and find out just how many there are?!”

“Wait!” Renard put himself between Victor and Theo. “Hold on. Before anyone skins anybody else, Theo was about to tell us there was more food.” He crossed his arms, biceps digging into his engorged chest. “Well?”

“Ah, well…” Theo managed to wriggle free of Warren, and was now sitting on his coiled tail, tenting his fingers. “It may be that I lost track of my esteemed colleague’s victuals, and they were… mistaken… for the supplies needed for a hotdog eating contest.”

Renard smacked his forehead. “Oh my God. Theo, you’ve got to be joking.”

There was a loud, strange sound like a creaky door followed by a tree being felled, then all five of them turned their heads as the boardwalk across the beach was beginning to buckle and sway.

“Oh my God.” Renard led the charge; he, Gwen, Victor, and even Theo pounded down the sand, even if Victor was a bit slower, and Renard had to tuck the cheshire under his arm to make sure he didn’t slip away.

The boardwalk’s supports were beginning to buckle, and the walk itself was beginning to sway, as several, noticeably rotund and obese individuals were thrown to their feet. Renard’s jaw dropped as he looked up. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” He set Theo down, looming over the feline. “You made so many people so big, youbroke the foundation of the boardwalk?”

Renard rolled his massive shoulders, his pillar-like thighs tensed as he leapt for one of the broken support beams, catching it in his hands. His biceps and pecs were big enough to keep the support steady, wedging the wood on three sides by thick, ironclad muscle. He huffed, his legs locked and his back tensed, spreading out and bulging wider than a surfboard. “Victor!” the lolf gasped through clenched teeth. “Get the other side!”

Victor grunted. “Right!” Lumbering to the opposite end of the boardwalk and catching the other support beam, the stout tigrat still possessing phenomenal strength, even if the beam did cut deep into his plush gut.

“I’ll get topside,” Gwen said. “Evacuate everyone.”

“I’ll join her,” Theo said, smiling again. “It’s the least I could do.”

“It literally is!” Renard grunted. “Get on it, quick!”

Between Victor and Renard holding up the boardwalk, and Gwen and Theo resorting to rolling some of the fatter beachgoers to safety, what could have been a terrible disaster was averted, and after twenty agonizing minutes of holding up a structure bigger than a house, the two hybrid walking mountains were allowed to lift the weight off their shoulders.
“Well,” Gwen sighed, draping her muscular arms over Renard’s shoulders, placing a kiss on his cheek- though the two did have to maneuver around overgrown muscles, biceps the size of car tires and chests like cliffs. “Aren’t you the big hero today?”

Renard chuckled weakly, running a hand through his long hair, his bicep big enough to grind against his cheek. Some of this was going to take getting used to. “It… wasn’t such a bad birthday after all.”

“Mm, well I’m glad, sugar pie,” Gwen grinned, running her hands over the contours of her lolf’s oversized torso. “Does that mean you’ll let Theo off the hook?”

“Oh, sure… Victor’s a different story, though.”

“Mr. Magnusson- Mr. Magnusson, I implore you, please!” Theo begged, clawing at the sand. “I can make you into anything, really!” The huge tigrat had him by the tail, Victor’s eyes glaring daggers at the cheshire as he struggled to break free.

“Oh, you can bet your ass on that,” Victor growled. “But until I get back in shape, cat skinning time.” He stopped, looking over his shoulder. “I’ll get him out of your hair for a bit. That counts as a birthday gift, right?”

Renard smirked. “Don’t rough him up too much.” The lolf flexed his arm, his bicep rising up and swelling until it collided with his clenched fist. “I’ve had a lot worse birthday gifts.”