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Halloween is imminent and, but of course, I cannot help but sprinkle some hugeness on the holiday.
Commissioned by none other than THE wumbo wolf,
KingDead, I hope you enjoy the cute and silly sizes!
Growy Growy Growloween
By: RaddaRaem
For: KingDead
“Just think of it as a bonding experience!”
Phone cupped between his puffy palms, his snout obscuring the whole of the live video feed, the scruffy Corgi sighed. “Are you sure? Don't you think he's a little old for that?”
The enchanting emerald eyed wolf on the other side of the call playfully sighed. “How many times now has he let slip and started calling you Dad?”
Dwayne sheepishly tugged at his collar with a blush. “Well. You see.”
“GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.”
The Corgi winced and fumbled for his phone when a guttural growl rumbled through the speakers.
“...Sorry,” Esmerelda apologized. Cheeks puffed out, his wonderful wife held her phone out before her. Winding queues of furs snaked their way through the airport's boarding areas. Her business trip abroad was off to anything but an encouraging start. “Anyway. As I was saying! He's been pushing, of his own volition, for visitation with us more often than not hasn't he?” Esmerelda carried on. Her luggage shuffled noisily against the floor when the line somehow, someway, advanced backwards.
Shoulders slouched the Corgi's eyes wavered as he locked eyes with his towering bombshell of a wife. His heart pitter pattered at the simple sight of her fellow passengers failing to clear her shoulders as he himself failed to even reach past her waist. “Honeyyyyyyyyyy.”
Adjusting her glasses, and brushing aside the lone lock of hair draped over her face, Esmerelda flashed a toothy smile as the black furred wolf played with her tied back bun. “Dear. He likes you. He likes spending time with you!”
Dwayne's lips wavered.
“As do I,” Esmerelda cooed before she blew her Corgi cutie a kiss. “Dwayne, seriously! The worst that can happen is he says no!”
“And hole himself up in his room for the weekend...”
The drop dead gorgeous wolf, her assets all but overflowing her business casual attire, playfully raspberried. “Just like he does every other weekend! Give him a reason not to, Dwayne!” Esmerelda implored. “I'm sure he'll pounce on it!”
Dwayne rubbed at the back of his neck as he shuffled around the granite island stationed at their kitchen's center. The cuffs of his jeans, even when rolled up, spilled over his broad yet dainty paws and brushed along the tiled floor. “It's just Halloween decorations!”
Looking up from her facetime call, Esmerelda yelped when she saw the terminal had somehow all but emptied over the course of their brief back and forth. A hostess emphatically waved her over as the final call to board crackled over the intercoms. “And that's just as good an excuse as any!” the wolf breathlessly barked while she jogged to the gate.
“But-”
“Love you, Dwayne! Talk to you later! Bye!”
BZZZZT
“...Love you too.” Tucking his phone into his hoodie's pocket the pleasantly plump canine waddled out into the living room. Boxes of decorations, overflowing with black and orange tinsel and plastic pumpkins, lay piled high besides the couch and coffee table.
Hands resting atop his gut, Dwayne nervously shuffled back into the kitchen and down a narrow hallway. Past the laundry room. Past the bathroom. Ambling up towards the front door, foyer to his left and office to his right, the Corgi tilted back his head and peered up the staircase. Muffled music he couldn't begin to describe, much less understand, wafted down from the second story.
Timidly did the Corgi repeatedly reach out, then retract, his hand from the stair railing. Forcing down a swallow he clapped his palm against the polished wood and thumped up the stairs. “Hey there, Alfonse!” he called out.
“Yeah, Dad?” a syrupy, albeit intermittently cracking, voice called back.
Dwayne's lips shyly wavered. Following his whirlwind romance, and marriage, with Esmerelda he knew that she had been all too enthusiastic about embracing what each of them brought to the table. His compact cuteness and irresistible charm paired perfectly with the wumbo wolf's no nonsense smarts and beauty beyond compare. And... son.
“You busy? Just wanted to run something by you real quick!” Dwayne not quite shouted. While he wasn't opposed to a blended family, and he knew as such awaited him when they started dating, he wasn't going to force a relationship with Alfonse if the wolf didn't want it. Ever since he had moved in together with them he had afforded his stepson a generous berth.
BZZZZZZZT
To the Corgi's surprise the music rapidly tamped down in volume.
“I'm all ears!” Alfonse called back.
A dopey smile spread wide across the Corgi's scruffy and whiskered mug. Maybe Esmerelda was right. Shuffling up the stairs, each and every step creaking beneath Dwayne's thick frame, he twiddled his padded fingers against the polished wooden finial resting atop the railing. “I don't know what your schedule is looking like today but...”
Dwayne turned the corner and moseyed down a carpeted and narrow hallway. Beads of static popped and against his toes as he sidled up to Alfonse's room. With an ahemhem he lightly rapped his knuckles against the door frame. “I was wondering if you wouldn't mind lending me a hand putting up some Halloween decorations?”
Peeking his head inside, the Corgi's eyes wandered over his teenage stepson's natural habitat. Laundry sat neatly sorted into dirty and clean piles in front of the hamper. Bed sheets and spread sat rumpled and wrinkled at the base of the mattress. Fluorescent lights strung along the corners of the ceiling flickered in tune to muted music. Posters peeled free from the walls they were taped to. About the only thing kept clean and cared for was Alfonse's desktop and the 3D printer tucked alongside it.
Head phones wrapped around his neck, and slumped like a shrimp in his computer chair, Alfonse swiveled towards the Corgi. The brown and black furred wolf, blessed beyond belief with his mother's vertically gifted bloodline, casually towered over Dwayne even when all but folding his spine in half. “Sure!” he happily barked as his tail wig wagged between the gap of his backrest and seat cushion. “Only if you promise to lend me a hand right back!”
Dwayne blink blinked in confusion at the effortless assent. “O-oh! Of course! I'm not... interrupting anything am I?”
“Nahhhhhhh.” Lanky legs kicked out before him, toes splayed, Alfonse tossed his arms back over his chair while his shirt untugged itself from his jet black jeans. He dismissively thumbed back to his computer monitor as he idled out of the latest live service sludge. “I could honestly use the break. Especially since a pet project of mine just refuses to come together...”
Pulling himself up from his chair, vertebrae popping back into place, the teenage wolf hurriedly minimized some 3D modeling software windows before shuffling over towards Dwayne. Standing head, shoulders, and torso above the corpulent Corgi, Alfonse was forced had to tuck his chin against his chest to lock eyes with his diminutive Dad. “Ready when you are!”
“Procrastination runs in the family, huh?” Alfonse deadpanned. “So it's okay when you and Mom blow things off to the last second but not me?”
“It's short notice, I know,” Dwayne teased. “But it's not my fault the HOA keeps pushing up Trick-or-Treating!”
“Uh huh,” pshed the Iberian Wolf.
Dwayne chuckled while he watched the wolf effortlessly stand on his tiptoes to string tinsel and cloth spider webs along the roof of the front porch. Plodding through the front yard the Corgi occupied himself with staking plastic tombstones and half buried skeletons into the grass. “So long as we can get the decorating done before the Scaring is Caring Committee swings by we should be in the clear! Wouldn't want your Mother to get chewed out after all.”
Alfonse groaned in disgust. “Is that what they're calling themselves this year?”
“Unfortunately.” Curled tail wig wagging side to side, Dwayne motioned for Alfonse to join him and survey the fruits of their tasteful if inoffensive labors. Which... utterly paled in comparison to their neighbors.
Mausoleums. Haunted Houses. Crypts. Horror filled forests. The rest of the cul de sac had done everything and everything in their power to turn their homes into horror themed attractions the envy of all the zip code. Both Dwayne and Alfonse felt their ears droop as they noticed curious passersby driving by and stopping to take pictures of every house but their own.
“Huhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” mused the Corgi as he took to tapping at his chin. “Has competition always been this fierce? I know I'm a recent transplant to the neighborhood and all but this seems... excessive.”
Alfonse shrugged. “It's always been like this. Mom's tried a couple times to claim the crown of the Pumpking or uhh Pumpqueen in her case. But...” The Iberian wolf dismissively shrugged. “Ehhh. Same as it ever was.”
Dwayne couldn't help but whine.“Heck. Had I known I would've put a lot more thought and effort into this! Maybe next year we'll take a crack at crowning your Mom the Pumpqueen! Would've been a heck of a surprise for her to come home to anyway.” Hands stuffed into his pockets, the Corgi turned to the wolf with a strained smile. “I appreciate the help all the same though, Alfonse. Couldn't have done it without you.”
“Anytime, Dad,” snickered the wolf.
The waist-high Corgi smiled back at his sizable stepson. “That said! No good deed goes unpunished!” Hands on his hips he strained his neck to meet Alfonse's gaze. “What can I help you with in turn, Son?” Dwayne's ears burned bright as he bashfully allowed himself to refer to the boy as such.
Alfonse thoughtfully hummed while he trudged back inside and moseyed up the stairs to his room. If Dwayne was willing to throw down for the crown... why shouldn't he? “Let me get back to you on that,” he trailed off.
“Just holler when you need me!” Dwayne barked with a wave.
The towering teenager's oversized ears flit to and fro while he lingered at the top of the stairs. “Pumpqueen...” It was a a dream he and his Mom had long shared and long since cast aside.
Cabinet doors creaked open, and ceramic clattered against granite, while Dwayne started filling bowls
with candy for the Trick-or-Treaters that were sure to darken their doorstep in due time.
Alfonse furrowed his brows while he ambled back towards his room. Leaning against the door frame his eyes wandered out the window and towards the procession of people touring every house but their own.
FWISHHHHHHHH
“Hum?”
A brisk but pleasant breeze wafted through the cracked open windows. The movie posters hanging from his walls, sporting colossal kaiju, slowly peeled away and twirled across his carpeted floor. Jaw hanging slack the wolf let his gaze swivel back and forth between them and his 3D printer.
“Hummmmmmmmmm.”
Tiptoeing up to his computer, Alfonse thrummed his fingers along his mouse. With some reluctance he pulled back up his pet project. The blueprints for a Growth Ray, decades out of print, flashed across his screen. While the wolf had been able to piece together what parts and pieces went into its creation... he hadn't the faintest idea how to cobble them together into a finished product. “With any luck Dwayne will,” he huffed.
“Say, Dad?” Alfonse called out.
“Yeah, Son? I-I-I mean, Alfonse!”
The Iberian wolf wiggled contentedly at the affectionate slip-up. “I know it's even shorter notice than what you had in mind for me... but I think I know how we can make ourselves stand out for this year!”
Panting, Dwayne staggered through the front door with last minute costumes and decorations and spray paint in hand. Hands on his knees he panted and wheezed as the creak and whirr of the 3D printer running nonstop serenaded him.
Hunched over his desk, and shaking off early onset Carpal Tunnel, Alfonse scrounged the breadth and depth of abandoned forums and long dead links for every blueprint and design doc he could find. At a steady pace his printer spat out historically accurate edifices in various states of disrepair.
The Corgi, his generous beer gut jiggling emphatically, gasped for air when he gently jostled the heavy plastic bags dangling from and cutting into his forearms. “This...” Dwayne smacked his lips and gathered his breath as he stumbled into Alfonse's room. “This everything you need?”
Pushing off from his desk, his thick feet noisily thumping along the carpet, Alfonse wheeled himself over to the Corgi and gingerly relieved the canine of his carry-ons. “Perfect!” he beamed.
Dwayne whewed a heavy sigh of relief. “Meetcha in the garage then! This'll come down to the wire!”
“Mmhmm!” Tip tap typing at his keyboard, Alfonse queued up the last of the schematics. Scooting before his 3D printer, eyes gone wide, the Iberian wolf watched as bead by polymer bead the translucent and transparent lines on his computer screen were transformed into magic made manifest. The Growth Ray fizzled into being before him!
“Alfonse!”
“Coming, Dad!”
Tail wig wagging he huffed and puffed and hurriedly cooled the components hailing from out of place and out of time. Loading up the self same schematics on his phone, and plastic props in hand, he hurriedly and happily stomped after Dwayne.
BZZZT BZZZT BZZZZT
All while a kaleidoscope of unseen, and unheeded, warnings cascaded across his monitor.
No sooner did Dwayne yoink up a tombstone or scarecrow then did Alfonse spike down a spray painted skyscrapers. Repurposing patches of weeds and dying tufts of grass into roundabouts and parks they quickly cobbled together a to scale city that reached up past the Corgi's ears.
Standing shoulder to shoulder... errr shoulder to hip the size-mismatched duo proudly regarded the harried fruits of their labors. At a whirlwind pace they had repurposed their decorations, orange and black tinsel turned radioactive blue and purple, as spider webs got reverse engineered into cracks and fissures along the sides of the house.
“And now for the finishing touches!” Alfonse proudly beamed.
“I know, I know! I'll suit up shortly,” Dwayne hehed as he chased after the wolf into the garage and unboxed an inflatable Dogzilla costume.
“Nooooo not that!” raspberried the wolf. Sidling past a parked minivan the wolf jogged into the garage and pulled out a work bench. Plunking down before it he set down a handful of plastic parts and wiring upon it.
Dwayne cocked his head to the side. “Oh! Oh that's right! Is this what you were wanting a hand with earlier?” Plunking himself down on the bench alongside the plucky teen, the tops of the Corgi's ears barely reaching the boy's collar, Dwayne erfed when Alfonse shoved his phone into his face.
“It's a Growth Ray!” Forcing a nervous smile, Alfonse tucked his tail into his lap. “I'll... admit. I've been poking at it on again off again in the hopes I could help Mom bribe her way to winning.” Clasping the smooth and pale colored plastic grip in his hands the dark furred wolf mouthed out pew pew sounds at the discarded grocery bags fluttering about. “Who can say no to giant candy after all?”
Dwayne couldn't help but guffaw. “I'm sure a fair few parents would try to.”
Alfonse eeheed. “Let 'em try!”
“I mean...” the Corgi conceded. “Giant monsters AND giant candy? Hard to top that!”
“Exactly!” barked Alfonse. “It'd be lame if anyone else tried it! We're the only ones who can pull it off!”
The Corgi playfully rolled his eyes. “Your Mother taught you well,” he conceded with a chuckle as he was all but sold on the idea. “C'mon then. That crown is as good as ours!”
Phone set beside him, Alfonse's padded fingers constantly tipping and tapping at it so the screen didn't lock, he curiously watched on as Dwayne set about making sense of the manual.
“You want me to explain as I go?” offered the Corgi. Teeth clenched, he winced every time the plastic pieces bit at his digits when he forcefully slotted them in place.
“Nahhhhh,” nervously laughed the wolf. “I'd... forget it all anyway,” he bashfully mumble grumbled.
Dwayne forcefully shook his head side to side with his tongue blepped out. “Nonsense! I betcha you're just a hands-on-learner is all.” Click after satisfying click sounded out as the Corgi's limbs moved of their own volition. “Next time around why don't we have you put the parts and pieces together?”
“Next time?”
“Well yeah!” Dwayne smirked as he plucked some stray strands of cloth free from the fraying cuffs of his hoodie's sleeves. With a tender touch he used them to bundle and knot together the frail and flimsy looking wiring coursing through the Growth Ray's innards. “Why stop here? I can't wait to see what other big ideas you've got cooking!”
A dopey smile spread wide across Alfonse's muzzle while he happily nodded along.
“And now for the finishing touches...” ahemhemed the Corgi. Rummaging through the work bench's drawers, flakes of rust peeling from their compact frames, Dwayne triumphantly yipped when he retrieved a handful of long expired AAA batteries. Rolling them about his palm he forced a smile as he scraped away the powdery white crust clinging to their ends. “Fingers crossed there's enough juice in these to make it count...”
Alfonse's ears perked to attention, and tail puffed out, when Dwayne slapped the Growth Ray into his palm.
“Care to do the honors, Alfonse?” the Corgi said with a wink and a nudge. Tail swishing behind him, Dwayne hurriedly scampered out of the garage and into the kitchen. In short order he returned with a bowl of full-sized candy bars.
“I-I-I! I mean!” Alfonse nervously fumbled with the Growth Ray. “You did all the hard work!”
“And it was your idea! All of this was!” Dropping down to his knees, Dwayne carefully set the bowl before the entrance to the garage lest they accidentally trap themselves inside following a successful showing.
“...Alright alright,” the Iberian wolf mumbled. Heart pounding in his chest he raced out into the driveway and waited for the Corgi to shuffle up alongside before lining up his shot.
“Ready?” asked Dwayne.
Lips pursed, and aiming down the sights, Alfonse's limbs trembled as he clenched one eye shut. He could feel the Growth Ray begin to crackle and whirr when he depressed the trigger. “Ready!”
VBEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
The bowl of candy all but disappeared as an otherworldly green glow enveloped it. Arcs of energy leapt from one plastic coil to the next all while surges of electricity nipped at Dwayne and Alfonse both. Worrying whines, rising in pitch, emanated from the Growth Ray's hollow interior while glowing fissures started to spread throughout its frame.
Looking on wide eyed and in terror the Corgi and Iberian wolf-
FSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Breathed easily when the Growth Ray abruptly petered out. Smoke trailed off of its blackened frame before it crumbled to pieces within Alfonse's grasp.
“...You alright there, Son?” Dwayne nervously gulped.
Alfonse nervously pat at himself and brushed at his smoke tinged fingers. “I. I think so?” Chest puffed out, he exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. “More importantly though,” he trailed off in between gulps. “Did it work?”
Rattling in place, and wreathed in a green glow, the bowl of candy ominously hummed.
Eyes swishing back and forth between one another Dwayne and Alfonse waited for boulder sized slabs of sugar to erupt forth. For the ceramic containing them to shatter apart beneath literal logs of fructose and food coloring. For... for...
The Corgi timidly tip toed up to the otherwise inert candy and nudged it with his outstretched paw. They waited for something, anything, to happen.
FSSSSSSSSST
Dwayne offered up an uncertain shrug when the otherworldly glow abruptly faded with a hiss. “We gave it our best shot. That counts for something, right?”
“Aroooooooooo...” Shoulders slouched, and head hanging forward, Alphonse pitifully howled.
“Hey hey hey hey hey now! None of that!” Even when standing on his tip toes the Corgi struggled to pap at the wolf's back. “Your Kaiju Crossing idea is still plenty amazing! We wouldn't even be in the running if it weren't for you!”
Alfonse bunched his paws at the positive reinforcement. “Thanks, Dad,” he managed between whines.
“Have a little confidence! We'll work with what we got!” Rushing back over towards his inflatable Dogzilla costume, its limp and uninspiring form sprawled out upon the oil and dirt stained epoxy, Dwayne fumbled with the zipper before sliding it on.
Paws pressing out against the costume's knees, and his hands barely reaching past its elbows, the Corgi forced out a weary laugh. His anything but convincing chuckles tapered off when Dogzilla's upper jaw draped over his head like a hood. “We'll try to anyway.”
AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Alfonse and Dwayne startled to attention when shrieks and screams, of the stock sound effect variety, echoed from the opposite end of the cul de sac. Waddling down their driveway Dwayne gasped at the sight that awaited him. “The Scaring is Caring Committee! They're here!”
“Already?!” Running his hands through his hair Alfonse locked up in place as his nerves got the best of him.
“Look alive, Son!” shouted the Corgi. Ambling back into the garage, his costume's arms and legs and tail scraping along the concrete, Dwayne gently shook at Alfonse's waist. “Just stick to the plan! Your plan!”
Alfonse dumbly nodded along while Dwayne knocked him back to his senses. “R-r-right! Right!” There were SFX to synchronize while Dogzilla stomped about! Sparklers to sneak inside the sundered structures! Heart pounding against the back of his rib cage the wolf threw himself back inside and clambered up the stairs on all fours.
Wringing his hands, Dwayne's composure crumpled in Alfonse's absence. “Too late to back out now...” he reminded himself with a shiver. Trudging over towards the bowl of candy with a sigh he reluctantly plucked out an otherwise unremarkable packet. Peeling back the plastic wrapping, and rolling a handful of peanut shaped crisps about his palms, the Corgi indulged himself with a much needed peanut buttery pick-me-up.
HURK
A sickeningly smoky taste and film filled Dwayne's mouth, coating his tongue and throat, as he wheezed and hacked at length. “BLEGH. Just what did we do to these things?!” Eyes pinched shut the Corgi scraped and clawed at his tastebuds. “Horgh. S'pose I should be thankful I accidentally taste tested these well before any trick-or-treaters could.”
With a shudder he shoved the bowl, and the whole of its contents, into one of the work bench's many drawers. Bumbling into the kitchen he tucked entire bags of candy under his arms just as Alfonse bolted by him like a blur. The Corgi's ears attentively swiveled to and fro while the wolf tore apart the garage looking for forgotten fireworks and sound systems.
The Scaring is Caring Committee drew closer and closer still. It was now or never! Racing out onto the front porch, and slamming the door shut behind him, Dwayne nervously watched on while a trio of immaculately dressed HOA board members paraded from door to door. Throngs of trick-or-treaters followed in their wake.
“Just stick to the plan!” Dwayne told himself ad nauseam. He couldn't afford to falter. He couldn't afford to choke. Timing was everything! With panicked haste he tore open the bags of candy and filled topped off a stray bowl sitting on the front porch.
AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
The Corgi's knees knocked together when the Committee gathered along the sidewalk before their next door neighbor's domicile. A towering and commanding cardinal, her feathers painted ashen white and indistinguishable from stone, played the role of gargoyle to perfection. Flanking her left stood a black furred Labrador turned Hellhound, molten looking chains wrapped around his forearms and ankles, and glowering yellow contact lenses slotted in over his eyes. To her right was a leopard, clothed in a veil and utterly shrouded in shadow, that carried herself like a ghastly poltergeist with frightening ease.
Turning his head side to side, and looking over his own pitiful fitted costume, Dwayne's anxiety flared. “J-j-just remember the plan!” he gulped. As soon as Alfonse gave the signal, a proper Showa era roar over the speakers, Dogzilla would make his entrance! He would lumber across the shrunken city blocks where, with every stomp, sparklers would pop and crackle from the inside the crumbling structures.
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Dwayne's lips wavered as his stomach gurgled and a nauseating heat rose along the back of his throat. Gah! Confound that candy! Cheeks puffed out, and beads of sweat gathering along his brow, the Corgi shuddered when a dizzying heat filled the whole of his frame. “Not now! Not now not now not now!” he quietly pleaded. His costume, once laughably oversized, suddenly felt suffocating and stifling.
HICCUP
In an instant Dwayne's thighs clapped together with thunderous force. Eyes gone wide, and lips pursed, his heart pounded as his Dogzilla attire came to cling form fittingly to his fattened and overinflated frame. The Corgi's soft shoulders billowed out broad and wide, that generous belly of his ballooned into barrel gut, and those stumpy little legs suddenly came to rival tree trunks in breadth and depth.
“Uh oh.”
AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Nodding among themselves, the Scaring is Caring committee gathered before the Dwayne household. With courteous nods the terrible trio bid the Corgi to make his mark.
GROAWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRR
And at their signal Alfonse sounded out his own over a static laced set of speakers.
“Remember. HURK. The. URF. Plan!” Dwayne repeated to himself. Every syllable more syrupy than the last, the Corgi uneasily stepped forward. He could feel the bowl of candy, once cupped between his hands, shrinking in his grasp. He could feel the plastic, he could feel the ceramic, getting pinched between and disappearing into the wrinkles of his padded palm.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Eyes spinning, and vision blurring, in disorienting fits and spurts Dwayne's limbs elongated. Chin tucked against his chest the corpulent and colossal Corgi looked on in worry as the ground lurched further and further away from him. With one blink he was eye level with Alfonse's room on the second story.
GROAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
The next he could feel his butt cheeks scraping away the gutters lining the top of the roof.
“Dad's really giving it his all out there!” Alfonse barked in disbelief. He could feel the shockwave of every stomp. Every thunderous and rib rattling footfall!
Bounced clean into the air by Dogzilla's every errant stomp, blasts of displaced air rushing past them, the utterly enraptured judges clapped in approval when sprays of sparks leapt from between his fattened toes.
And still he swelled. Dwayne's plush pectorals, resting heavily atop his distended gut, billowed firm and taut with muscle as his costume explosively pulled apart thread by thread into a spray of plastic and polyester. Head tilted back, and eyes watering, the Corgi turned skyward when a particularly spicy burp raced its way up from his spherical stomach.
ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Lips rippling, an atomic belch roared free from Dwayne's maw. Clouds, pulled apart like strands of cotton across the star studded sky, vaporized in an instant as Dogzilla's defiant roar shook the whole of the subdivision. Windows rattled out of place. Car alarms blared.
Fur standing on end, and tail puffed out, Alfonse yelped when the garage's light fixtures popped out of place and the power flickered. Stumbling out of the garage he gasped as he found himself, and his home, flanked by a pair of fattened feet.
“...'Scuse me,” Dwayne sheepishly boomed while he pounded at his chest. Struggling to peer past his bosom, much less his cul de sac sized gut, the Corgi nervously shifted in place as his growth finally petered off to a halt. Wide as he was tall, and scraping at the sky, Dwayne's ankles alone eclipsed the roof of his house along with every other. “S-s-so!” bellowed an unrecognizably deep voice. “How'd we do?” Dropping to an uneasy kneel he held out an upturned palm. With a shake of his hand he sent the trick-or-treaters howling as a spray of candy popped free from his grasp.
Head tilted back as far as they were able the terrifying trio side eyed one another with the sincerest of smiles. Sundering a pretend city with all of a single stomp? Committing to the role of a Dogzilla so thoroughly, so completely, that he all but became him? Why the results spoke for themselves!
“I think it goes without saying,” chuckled the handsome hellhound. “On behalf of the Scaring is Caring Committee we are all too proud to crown you-”
“The Pumpqueen?!” Esmerelda gasped. “Alfonse! W-w-when did you...”
Tail swishing furiously behind him, Alfonse bid his mother to bow her head. Crown in hand, its pitch black form engraved with silvery spider webs and its pointed palisades topped with pumpkins, the Iberian wolf gently set it atop his mother's head.
Hands clasped to her snout, and tears beading in her eyes, the beleagured business woman let her luggage clatter to the living room floor. “H-h-how did you...”
“Dad wanted to surprise you!” Alfonse said with a smirk. “It was his idea!”
“Oh Alfonse...” Stumbling forward she enthusiastically embraced her son. “Where is he? Your Father?”
THOOOOOOOOOOOM
“My idea? That's not how I remember it!” laughed a bassy baritone.
“Dwayne?” Thumbing at her nose, and stifling a sniffle, Esmerelda cocked her head in confusion.
Head practically scraping against the ceiling, and shoulders tucked together, Dwayne sent appliances skittering across the kitchen floor when he thumped on over towards his family. “Please! This was all Alfonse's doing!” he raspberried.
Jaw agape, and eyes twinkling, Esmerelda gasped as she was forced to tilt her head back to gaze upon her impossibly plush and prodigious husband.
Dwayne bashfully rubbed at the back of his head as he relished the unfamiliar sight of having to look down to his lady love. Where he once barely cleared her waist... now she struggled to stretch past his seven foot something shoulders. Her and Alfonse both.
The black furred wolf's glasses steamed up. “Whuh. Huh. Honey what... what happened?!”
“Oh... just some quality bonding time between Father and Son,” Dwayne hehed. “Just like you asked! Just like you wanted!” Arms tossed out to his sides the colossal Corgi cuddled his now waifish wife close.
Ears perked to attention, and tail puffed out, Esmerelda sank impossibly deep into the wide as he was tall Corgi. Those broad hands of his all but swallowed her back while his doughy stomach molded around her like a warm waterbed.
“Sorry again, Dad,” Alfonse grumbled under his breath. “I was hoping this would have worn off by now...” Arms crossed about his chest, and head tilted back, the Iberian wolf regarded the Corgi with a sad smile. “It's looking like this is permanent.”
“Snrk. You don't see me complaining!” teased Dwayne. He affectionately nosed at and kissed the top of Esmerelda's head. “Or your Mother for that matter.”
Chin resting atop his stomach, and face buried between his pecs, the blushy bombshell purposefully sank deeper and deeper into her hugenormous husband's inviting embrace. She could, and excitedly would, get used to this.
“Besides,” Dwayne trailed off. His thoughts drifted to the super sizing bowl of candy still safely locked away in the garage. If all it took was a single piece to do this to him...
“We'll need something even bigger and better for next year's Halloween if your Mother's to keep her crown!” The Corgi rumbled with a wink and a smile. “Won't we?”
Commissioned by none other than THE wumbo wolf,
KingDead, I hope you enjoy the cute and silly sizes!Growy Growy Growloween
By: RaddaRaem
For: KingDead
“Just think of it as a bonding experience!”
Phone cupped between his puffy palms, his snout obscuring the whole of the live video feed, the scruffy Corgi sighed. “Are you sure? Don't you think he's a little old for that?”
The enchanting emerald eyed wolf on the other side of the call playfully sighed. “How many times now has he let slip and started calling you Dad?”
Dwayne sheepishly tugged at his collar with a blush. “Well. You see.”
“GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.”
The Corgi winced and fumbled for his phone when a guttural growl rumbled through the speakers.
“...Sorry,” Esmerelda apologized. Cheeks puffed out, his wonderful wife held her phone out before her. Winding queues of furs snaked their way through the airport's boarding areas. Her business trip abroad was off to anything but an encouraging start. “Anyway. As I was saying! He's been pushing, of his own volition, for visitation with us more often than not hasn't he?” Esmerelda carried on. Her luggage shuffled noisily against the floor when the line somehow, someway, advanced backwards.
Shoulders slouched the Corgi's eyes wavered as he locked eyes with his towering bombshell of a wife. His heart pitter pattered at the simple sight of her fellow passengers failing to clear her shoulders as he himself failed to even reach past her waist. “Honeyyyyyyyyyy.”
Adjusting her glasses, and brushing aside the lone lock of hair draped over her face, Esmerelda flashed a toothy smile as the black furred wolf played with her tied back bun. “Dear. He likes you. He likes spending time with you!”
Dwayne's lips wavered.
“As do I,” Esmerelda cooed before she blew her Corgi cutie a kiss. “Dwayne, seriously! The worst that can happen is he says no!”
“And hole himself up in his room for the weekend...”
The drop dead gorgeous wolf, her assets all but overflowing her business casual attire, playfully raspberried. “Just like he does every other weekend! Give him a reason not to, Dwayne!” Esmerelda implored. “I'm sure he'll pounce on it!”
Dwayne rubbed at the back of his neck as he shuffled around the granite island stationed at their kitchen's center. The cuffs of his jeans, even when rolled up, spilled over his broad yet dainty paws and brushed along the tiled floor. “It's just Halloween decorations!”
Looking up from her facetime call, Esmerelda yelped when she saw the terminal had somehow all but emptied over the course of their brief back and forth. A hostess emphatically waved her over as the final call to board crackled over the intercoms. “And that's just as good an excuse as any!” the wolf breathlessly barked while she jogged to the gate.
“But-”
“Love you, Dwayne! Talk to you later! Bye!”
BZZZZT
“...Love you too.” Tucking his phone into his hoodie's pocket the pleasantly plump canine waddled out into the living room. Boxes of decorations, overflowing with black and orange tinsel and plastic pumpkins, lay piled high besides the couch and coffee table.
Hands resting atop his gut, Dwayne nervously shuffled back into the kitchen and down a narrow hallway. Past the laundry room. Past the bathroom. Ambling up towards the front door, foyer to his left and office to his right, the Corgi tilted back his head and peered up the staircase. Muffled music he couldn't begin to describe, much less understand, wafted down from the second story.
Timidly did the Corgi repeatedly reach out, then retract, his hand from the stair railing. Forcing down a swallow he clapped his palm against the polished wood and thumped up the stairs. “Hey there, Alfonse!” he called out.
“Yeah, Dad?” a syrupy, albeit intermittently cracking, voice called back.
Dwayne's lips shyly wavered. Following his whirlwind romance, and marriage, with Esmerelda he knew that she had been all too enthusiastic about embracing what each of them brought to the table. His compact cuteness and irresistible charm paired perfectly with the wumbo wolf's no nonsense smarts and beauty beyond compare. And... son.
“You busy? Just wanted to run something by you real quick!” Dwayne not quite shouted. While he wasn't opposed to a blended family, and he knew as such awaited him when they started dating, he wasn't going to force a relationship with Alfonse if the wolf didn't want it. Ever since he had moved in together with them he had afforded his stepson a generous berth.
BZZZZZZZT
To the Corgi's surprise the music rapidly tamped down in volume.
“I'm all ears!” Alfonse called back.
A dopey smile spread wide across the Corgi's scruffy and whiskered mug. Maybe Esmerelda was right. Shuffling up the stairs, each and every step creaking beneath Dwayne's thick frame, he twiddled his padded fingers against the polished wooden finial resting atop the railing. “I don't know what your schedule is looking like today but...”
Dwayne turned the corner and moseyed down a carpeted and narrow hallway. Beads of static popped and against his toes as he sidled up to Alfonse's room. With an ahemhem he lightly rapped his knuckles against the door frame. “I was wondering if you wouldn't mind lending me a hand putting up some Halloween decorations?”
Peeking his head inside, the Corgi's eyes wandered over his teenage stepson's natural habitat. Laundry sat neatly sorted into dirty and clean piles in front of the hamper. Bed sheets and spread sat rumpled and wrinkled at the base of the mattress. Fluorescent lights strung along the corners of the ceiling flickered in tune to muted music. Posters peeled free from the walls they were taped to. About the only thing kept clean and cared for was Alfonse's desktop and the 3D printer tucked alongside it.
Head phones wrapped around his neck, and slumped like a shrimp in his computer chair, Alfonse swiveled towards the Corgi. The brown and black furred wolf, blessed beyond belief with his mother's vertically gifted bloodline, casually towered over Dwayne even when all but folding his spine in half. “Sure!” he happily barked as his tail wig wagged between the gap of his backrest and seat cushion. “Only if you promise to lend me a hand right back!”
Dwayne blink blinked in confusion at the effortless assent. “O-oh! Of course! I'm not... interrupting anything am I?”
“Nahhhhhhh.” Lanky legs kicked out before him, toes splayed, Alfonse tossed his arms back over his chair while his shirt untugged itself from his jet black jeans. He dismissively thumbed back to his computer monitor as he idled out of the latest live service sludge. “I could honestly use the break. Especially since a pet project of mine just refuses to come together...”
Pulling himself up from his chair, vertebrae popping back into place, the teenage wolf hurriedly minimized some 3D modeling software windows before shuffling over towards Dwayne. Standing head, shoulders, and torso above the corpulent Corgi, Alfonse was forced had to tuck his chin against his chest to lock eyes with his diminutive Dad. “Ready when you are!”
“Procrastination runs in the family, huh?” Alfonse deadpanned. “So it's okay when you and Mom blow things off to the last second but not me?”
“It's short notice, I know,” Dwayne teased. “But it's not my fault the HOA keeps pushing up Trick-or-Treating!”
“Uh huh,” pshed the Iberian Wolf.
Dwayne chuckled while he watched the wolf effortlessly stand on his tiptoes to string tinsel and cloth spider webs along the roof of the front porch. Plodding through the front yard the Corgi occupied himself with staking plastic tombstones and half buried skeletons into the grass. “So long as we can get the decorating done before the Scaring is Caring Committee swings by we should be in the clear! Wouldn't want your Mother to get chewed out after all.”
Alfonse groaned in disgust. “Is that what they're calling themselves this year?”
“Unfortunately.” Curled tail wig wagging side to side, Dwayne motioned for Alfonse to join him and survey the fruits of their tasteful if inoffensive labors. Which... utterly paled in comparison to their neighbors.
Mausoleums. Haunted Houses. Crypts. Horror filled forests. The rest of the cul de sac had done everything and everything in their power to turn their homes into horror themed attractions the envy of all the zip code. Both Dwayne and Alfonse felt their ears droop as they noticed curious passersby driving by and stopping to take pictures of every house but their own.
“Huhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” mused the Corgi as he took to tapping at his chin. “Has competition always been this fierce? I know I'm a recent transplant to the neighborhood and all but this seems... excessive.”
Alfonse shrugged. “It's always been like this. Mom's tried a couple times to claim the crown of the Pumpking or uhh Pumpqueen in her case. But...” The Iberian wolf dismissively shrugged. “Ehhh. Same as it ever was.”
Dwayne couldn't help but whine.“Heck. Had I known I would've put a lot more thought and effort into this! Maybe next year we'll take a crack at crowning your Mom the Pumpqueen! Would've been a heck of a surprise for her to come home to anyway.” Hands stuffed into his pockets, the Corgi turned to the wolf with a strained smile. “I appreciate the help all the same though, Alfonse. Couldn't have done it without you.”
“Anytime, Dad,” snickered the wolf.
The waist-high Corgi smiled back at his sizable stepson. “That said! No good deed goes unpunished!” Hands on his hips he strained his neck to meet Alfonse's gaze. “What can I help you with in turn, Son?” Dwayne's ears burned bright as he bashfully allowed himself to refer to the boy as such.
Alfonse thoughtfully hummed while he trudged back inside and moseyed up the stairs to his room. If Dwayne was willing to throw down for the crown... why shouldn't he? “Let me get back to you on that,” he trailed off.
“Just holler when you need me!” Dwayne barked with a wave.
The towering teenager's oversized ears flit to and fro while he lingered at the top of the stairs. “Pumpqueen...” It was a a dream he and his Mom had long shared and long since cast aside.
Cabinet doors creaked open, and ceramic clattered against granite, while Dwayne started filling bowls
with candy for the Trick-or-Treaters that were sure to darken their doorstep in due time.
Alfonse furrowed his brows while he ambled back towards his room. Leaning against the door frame his eyes wandered out the window and towards the procession of people touring every house but their own.
FWISHHHHHHHH
“Hum?”
A brisk but pleasant breeze wafted through the cracked open windows. The movie posters hanging from his walls, sporting colossal kaiju, slowly peeled away and twirled across his carpeted floor. Jaw hanging slack the wolf let his gaze swivel back and forth between them and his 3D printer.
“Hummmmmmmmmm.”
Tiptoeing up to his computer, Alfonse thrummed his fingers along his mouse. With some reluctance he pulled back up his pet project. The blueprints for a Growth Ray, decades out of print, flashed across his screen. While the wolf had been able to piece together what parts and pieces went into its creation... he hadn't the faintest idea how to cobble them together into a finished product. “With any luck Dwayne will,” he huffed.
“Say, Dad?” Alfonse called out.
“Yeah, Son? I-I-I mean, Alfonse!”
The Iberian wolf wiggled contentedly at the affectionate slip-up. “I know it's even shorter notice than what you had in mind for me... but I think I know how we can make ourselves stand out for this year!”
Panting, Dwayne staggered through the front door with last minute costumes and decorations and spray paint in hand. Hands on his knees he panted and wheezed as the creak and whirr of the 3D printer running nonstop serenaded him.
Hunched over his desk, and shaking off early onset Carpal Tunnel, Alfonse scrounged the breadth and depth of abandoned forums and long dead links for every blueprint and design doc he could find. At a steady pace his printer spat out historically accurate edifices in various states of disrepair.
The Corgi, his generous beer gut jiggling emphatically, gasped for air when he gently jostled the heavy plastic bags dangling from and cutting into his forearms. “This...” Dwayne smacked his lips and gathered his breath as he stumbled into Alfonse's room. “This everything you need?”
Pushing off from his desk, his thick feet noisily thumping along the carpet, Alfonse wheeled himself over to the Corgi and gingerly relieved the canine of his carry-ons. “Perfect!” he beamed.
Dwayne whewed a heavy sigh of relief. “Meetcha in the garage then! This'll come down to the wire!”
“Mmhmm!” Tip tap typing at his keyboard, Alfonse queued up the last of the schematics. Scooting before his 3D printer, eyes gone wide, the Iberian wolf watched as bead by polymer bead the translucent and transparent lines on his computer screen were transformed into magic made manifest. The Growth Ray fizzled into being before him!
“Alfonse!”
“Coming, Dad!”
Tail wig wagging he huffed and puffed and hurriedly cooled the components hailing from out of place and out of time. Loading up the self same schematics on his phone, and plastic props in hand, he hurriedly and happily stomped after Dwayne.
BZZZT BZZZT BZZZZT
All while a kaleidoscope of unseen, and unheeded, warnings cascaded across his monitor.
No sooner did Dwayne yoink up a tombstone or scarecrow then did Alfonse spike down a spray painted skyscrapers. Repurposing patches of weeds and dying tufts of grass into roundabouts and parks they quickly cobbled together a to scale city that reached up past the Corgi's ears.
Standing shoulder to shoulder... errr shoulder to hip the size-mismatched duo proudly regarded the harried fruits of their labors. At a whirlwind pace they had repurposed their decorations, orange and black tinsel turned radioactive blue and purple, as spider webs got reverse engineered into cracks and fissures along the sides of the house.
“And now for the finishing touches!” Alfonse proudly beamed.
“I know, I know! I'll suit up shortly,” Dwayne hehed as he chased after the wolf into the garage and unboxed an inflatable Dogzilla costume.
“Nooooo not that!” raspberried the wolf. Sidling past a parked minivan the wolf jogged into the garage and pulled out a work bench. Plunking down before it he set down a handful of plastic parts and wiring upon it.
Dwayne cocked his head to the side. “Oh! Oh that's right! Is this what you were wanting a hand with earlier?” Plunking himself down on the bench alongside the plucky teen, the tops of the Corgi's ears barely reaching the boy's collar, Dwayne erfed when Alfonse shoved his phone into his face.
“It's a Growth Ray!” Forcing a nervous smile, Alfonse tucked his tail into his lap. “I'll... admit. I've been poking at it on again off again in the hopes I could help Mom bribe her way to winning.” Clasping the smooth and pale colored plastic grip in his hands the dark furred wolf mouthed out pew pew sounds at the discarded grocery bags fluttering about. “Who can say no to giant candy after all?”
Dwayne couldn't help but guffaw. “I'm sure a fair few parents would try to.”
Alfonse eeheed. “Let 'em try!”
“I mean...” the Corgi conceded. “Giant monsters AND giant candy? Hard to top that!”
“Exactly!” barked Alfonse. “It'd be lame if anyone else tried it! We're the only ones who can pull it off!”
The Corgi playfully rolled his eyes. “Your Mother taught you well,” he conceded with a chuckle as he was all but sold on the idea. “C'mon then. That crown is as good as ours!”
Phone set beside him, Alfonse's padded fingers constantly tipping and tapping at it so the screen didn't lock, he curiously watched on as Dwayne set about making sense of the manual.
“You want me to explain as I go?” offered the Corgi. Teeth clenched, he winced every time the plastic pieces bit at his digits when he forcefully slotted them in place.
“Nahhhhh,” nervously laughed the wolf. “I'd... forget it all anyway,” he bashfully mumble grumbled.
Dwayne forcefully shook his head side to side with his tongue blepped out. “Nonsense! I betcha you're just a hands-on-learner is all.” Click after satisfying click sounded out as the Corgi's limbs moved of their own volition. “Next time around why don't we have you put the parts and pieces together?”
“Next time?”
“Well yeah!” Dwayne smirked as he plucked some stray strands of cloth free from the fraying cuffs of his hoodie's sleeves. With a tender touch he used them to bundle and knot together the frail and flimsy looking wiring coursing through the Growth Ray's innards. “Why stop here? I can't wait to see what other big ideas you've got cooking!”
A dopey smile spread wide across Alfonse's muzzle while he happily nodded along.
“And now for the finishing touches...” ahemhemed the Corgi. Rummaging through the work bench's drawers, flakes of rust peeling from their compact frames, Dwayne triumphantly yipped when he retrieved a handful of long expired AAA batteries. Rolling them about his palm he forced a smile as he scraped away the powdery white crust clinging to their ends. “Fingers crossed there's enough juice in these to make it count...”
Alfonse's ears perked to attention, and tail puffed out, when Dwayne slapped the Growth Ray into his palm.
“Care to do the honors, Alfonse?” the Corgi said with a wink and a nudge. Tail swishing behind him, Dwayne hurriedly scampered out of the garage and into the kitchen. In short order he returned with a bowl of full-sized candy bars.
“I-I-I! I mean!” Alfonse nervously fumbled with the Growth Ray. “You did all the hard work!”
“And it was your idea! All of this was!” Dropping down to his knees, Dwayne carefully set the bowl before the entrance to the garage lest they accidentally trap themselves inside following a successful showing.
“...Alright alright,” the Iberian wolf mumbled. Heart pounding in his chest he raced out into the driveway and waited for the Corgi to shuffle up alongside before lining up his shot.
“Ready?” asked Dwayne.
Lips pursed, and aiming down the sights, Alfonse's limbs trembled as he clenched one eye shut. He could feel the Growth Ray begin to crackle and whirr when he depressed the trigger. “Ready!”
VBEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
The bowl of candy all but disappeared as an otherworldly green glow enveloped it. Arcs of energy leapt from one plastic coil to the next all while surges of electricity nipped at Dwayne and Alfonse both. Worrying whines, rising in pitch, emanated from the Growth Ray's hollow interior while glowing fissures started to spread throughout its frame.
Looking on wide eyed and in terror the Corgi and Iberian wolf-
FSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Breathed easily when the Growth Ray abruptly petered out. Smoke trailed off of its blackened frame before it crumbled to pieces within Alfonse's grasp.
“...You alright there, Son?” Dwayne nervously gulped.
Alfonse nervously pat at himself and brushed at his smoke tinged fingers. “I. I think so?” Chest puffed out, he exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. “More importantly though,” he trailed off in between gulps. “Did it work?”
Rattling in place, and wreathed in a green glow, the bowl of candy ominously hummed.
Eyes swishing back and forth between one another Dwayne and Alfonse waited for boulder sized slabs of sugar to erupt forth. For the ceramic containing them to shatter apart beneath literal logs of fructose and food coloring. For... for...
The Corgi timidly tip toed up to the otherwise inert candy and nudged it with his outstretched paw. They waited for something, anything, to happen.
FSSSSSSSSST
Dwayne offered up an uncertain shrug when the otherworldly glow abruptly faded with a hiss. “We gave it our best shot. That counts for something, right?”
“Aroooooooooo...” Shoulders slouched, and head hanging forward, Alphonse pitifully howled.
“Hey hey hey hey hey now! None of that!” Even when standing on his tip toes the Corgi struggled to pap at the wolf's back. “Your Kaiju Crossing idea is still plenty amazing! We wouldn't even be in the running if it weren't for you!”
Alfonse bunched his paws at the positive reinforcement. “Thanks, Dad,” he managed between whines.
“Have a little confidence! We'll work with what we got!” Rushing back over towards his inflatable Dogzilla costume, its limp and uninspiring form sprawled out upon the oil and dirt stained epoxy, Dwayne fumbled with the zipper before sliding it on.
Paws pressing out against the costume's knees, and his hands barely reaching past its elbows, the Corgi forced out a weary laugh. His anything but convincing chuckles tapered off when Dogzilla's upper jaw draped over his head like a hood. “We'll try to anyway.”
AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Alfonse and Dwayne startled to attention when shrieks and screams, of the stock sound effect variety, echoed from the opposite end of the cul de sac. Waddling down their driveway Dwayne gasped at the sight that awaited him. “The Scaring is Caring Committee! They're here!”
“Already?!” Running his hands through his hair Alfonse locked up in place as his nerves got the best of him.
“Look alive, Son!” shouted the Corgi. Ambling back into the garage, his costume's arms and legs and tail scraping along the concrete, Dwayne gently shook at Alfonse's waist. “Just stick to the plan! Your plan!”
Alfonse dumbly nodded along while Dwayne knocked him back to his senses. “R-r-right! Right!” There were SFX to synchronize while Dogzilla stomped about! Sparklers to sneak inside the sundered structures! Heart pounding against the back of his rib cage the wolf threw himself back inside and clambered up the stairs on all fours.
Wringing his hands, Dwayne's composure crumpled in Alfonse's absence. “Too late to back out now...” he reminded himself with a shiver. Trudging over towards the bowl of candy with a sigh he reluctantly plucked out an otherwise unremarkable packet. Peeling back the plastic wrapping, and rolling a handful of peanut shaped crisps about his palms, the Corgi indulged himself with a much needed peanut buttery pick-me-up.
HURK
A sickeningly smoky taste and film filled Dwayne's mouth, coating his tongue and throat, as he wheezed and hacked at length. “BLEGH. Just what did we do to these things?!” Eyes pinched shut the Corgi scraped and clawed at his tastebuds. “Horgh. S'pose I should be thankful I accidentally taste tested these well before any trick-or-treaters could.”
With a shudder he shoved the bowl, and the whole of its contents, into one of the work bench's many drawers. Bumbling into the kitchen he tucked entire bags of candy under his arms just as Alfonse bolted by him like a blur. The Corgi's ears attentively swiveled to and fro while the wolf tore apart the garage looking for forgotten fireworks and sound systems.
The Scaring is Caring Committee drew closer and closer still. It was now or never! Racing out onto the front porch, and slamming the door shut behind him, Dwayne nervously watched on while a trio of immaculately dressed HOA board members paraded from door to door. Throngs of trick-or-treaters followed in their wake.
“Just stick to the plan!” Dwayne told himself ad nauseam. He couldn't afford to falter. He couldn't afford to choke. Timing was everything! With panicked haste he tore open the bags of candy and filled topped off a stray bowl sitting on the front porch.
AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
The Corgi's knees knocked together when the Committee gathered along the sidewalk before their next door neighbor's domicile. A towering and commanding cardinal, her feathers painted ashen white and indistinguishable from stone, played the role of gargoyle to perfection. Flanking her left stood a black furred Labrador turned Hellhound, molten looking chains wrapped around his forearms and ankles, and glowering yellow contact lenses slotted in over his eyes. To her right was a leopard, clothed in a veil and utterly shrouded in shadow, that carried herself like a ghastly poltergeist with frightening ease.
Turning his head side to side, and looking over his own pitiful fitted costume, Dwayne's anxiety flared. “J-j-just remember the plan!” he gulped. As soon as Alfonse gave the signal, a proper Showa era roar over the speakers, Dogzilla would make his entrance! He would lumber across the shrunken city blocks where, with every stomp, sparklers would pop and crackle from the inside the crumbling structures.
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Dwayne's lips wavered as his stomach gurgled and a nauseating heat rose along the back of his throat. Gah! Confound that candy! Cheeks puffed out, and beads of sweat gathering along his brow, the Corgi shuddered when a dizzying heat filled the whole of his frame. “Not now! Not now not now not now!” he quietly pleaded. His costume, once laughably oversized, suddenly felt suffocating and stifling.
HICCUP
In an instant Dwayne's thighs clapped together with thunderous force. Eyes gone wide, and lips pursed, his heart pounded as his Dogzilla attire came to cling form fittingly to his fattened and overinflated frame. The Corgi's soft shoulders billowed out broad and wide, that generous belly of his ballooned into barrel gut, and those stumpy little legs suddenly came to rival tree trunks in breadth and depth.
“Uh oh.”
AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Nodding among themselves, the Scaring is Caring committee gathered before the Dwayne household. With courteous nods the terrible trio bid the Corgi to make his mark.
GROAWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRR
And at their signal Alfonse sounded out his own over a static laced set of speakers.
“Remember. HURK. The. URF. Plan!” Dwayne repeated to himself. Every syllable more syrupy than the last, the Corgi uneasily stepped forward. He could feel the bowl of candy, once cupped between his hands, shrinking in his grasp. He could feel the plastic, he could feel the ceramic, getting pinched between and disappearing into the wrinkles of his padded palm.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Eyes spinning, and vision blurring, in disorienting fits and spurts Dwayne's limbs elongated. Chin tucked against his chest the corpulent and colossal Corgi looked on in worry as the ground lurched further and further away from him. With one blink he was eye level with Alfonse's room on the second story.
GROAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
The next he could feel his butt cheeks scraping away the gutters lining the top of the roof.
“Dad's really giving it his all out there!” Alfonse barked in disbelief. He could feel the shockwave of every stomp. Every thunderous and rib rattling footfall!
Bounced clean into the air by Dogzilla's every errant stomp, blasts of displaced air rushing past them, the utterly enraptured judges clapped in approval when sprays of sparks leapt from between his fattened toes.
And still he swelled. Dwayne's plush pectorals, resting heavily atop his distended gut, billowed firm and taut with muscle as his costume explosively pulled apart thread by thread into a spray of plastic and polyester. Head tilted back, and eyes watering, the Corgi turned skyward when a particularly spicy burp raced its way up from his spherical stomach.
ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Lips rippling, an atomic belch roared free from Dwayne's maw. Clouds, pulled apart like strands of cotton across the star studded sky, vaporized in an instant as Dogzilla's defiant roar shook the whole of the subdivision. Windows rattled out of place. Car alarms blared.
Fur standing on end, and tail puffed out, Alfonse yelped when the garage's light fixtures popped out of place and the power flickered. Stumbling out of the garage he gasped as he found himself, and his home, flanked by a pair of fattened feet.
“...'Scuse me,” Dwayne sheepishly boomed while he pounded at his chest. Struggling to peer past his bosom, much less his cul de sac sized gut, the Corgi nervously shifted in place as his growth finally petered off to a halt. Wide as he was tall, and scraping at the sky, Dwayne's ankles alone eclipsed the roof of his house along with every other. “S-s-so!” bellowed an unrecognizably deep voice. “How'd we do?” Dropping to an uneasy kneel he held out an upturned palm. With a shake of his hand he sent the trick-or-treaters howling as a spray of candy popped free from his grasp.
Head tilted back as far as they were able the terrifying trio side eyed one another with the sincerest of smiles. Sundering a pretend city with all of a single stomp? Committing to the role of a Dogzilla so thoroughly, so completely, that he all but became him? Why the results spoke for themselves!
“I think it goes without saying,” chuckled the handsome hellhound. “On behalf of the Scaring is Caring Committee we are all too proud to crown you-”
“The Pumpqueen?!” Esmerelda gasped. “Alfonse! W-w-when did you...”
Tail swishing furiously behind him, Alfonse bid his mother to bow her head. Crown in hand, its pitch black form engraved with silvery spider webs and its pointed palisades topped with pumpkins, the Iberian wolf gently set it atop his mother's head.
Hands clasped to her snout, and tears beading in her eyes, the beleagured business woman let her luggage clatter to the living room floor. “H-h-how did you...”
“Dad wanted to surprise you!” Alfonse said with a smirk. “It was his idea!”
“Oh Alfonse...” Stumbling forward she enthusiastically embraced her son. “Where is he? Your Father?”
THOOOOOOOOOOOM
“My idea? That's not how I remember it!” laughed a bassy baritone.
“Dwayne?” Thumbing at her nose, and stifling a sniffle, Esmerelda cocked her head in confusion.
Head practically scraping against the ceiling, and shoulders tucked together, Dwayne sent appliances skittering across the kitchen floor when he thumped on over towards his family. “Please! This was all Alfonse's doing!” he raspberried.
Jaw agape, and eyes twinkling, Esmerelda gasped as she was forced to tilt her head back to gaze upon her impossibly plush and prodigious husband.
Dwayne bashfully rubbed at the back of his head as he relished the unfamiliar sight of having to look down to his lady love. Where he once barely cleared her waist... now she struggled to stretch past his seven foot something shoulders. Her and Alfonse both.
The black furred wolf's glasses steamed up. “Whuh. Huh. Honey what... what happened?!”
“Oh... just some quality bonding time between Father and Son,” Dwayne hehed. “Just like you asked! Just like you wanted!” Arms tossed out to his sides the colossal Corgi cuddled his now waifish wife close.
Ears perked to attention, and tail puffed out, Esmerelda sank impossibly deep into the wide as he was tall Corgi. Those broad hands of his all but swallowed her back while his doughy stomach molded around her like a warm waterbed.
“Sorry again, Dad,” Alfonse grumbled under his breath. “I was hoping this would have worn off by now...” Arms crossed about his chest, and head tilted back, the Iberian wolf regarded the Corgi with a sad smile. “It's looking like this is permanent.”
“Snrk. You don't see me complaining!” teased Dwayne. He affectionately nosed at and kissed the top of Esmerelda's head. “Or your Mother for that matter.”
Chin resting atop his stomach, and face buried between his pecs, the blushy bombshell purposefully sank deeper and deeper into her hugenormous husband's inviting embrace. She could, and excitedly would, get used to this.
“Besides,” Dwayne trailed off. His thoughts drifted to the super sizing bowl of candy still safely locked away in the garage. If all it took was a single piece to do this to him...
“We'll need something even bigger and better for next year's Halloween if your Mother's to keep her crown!” The Corgi rumbled with a wink and a smile. “Won't we?”
Category Story / Macro / Micro
Species Corgi
Size 120 x 117px
File Size 94.2 kB
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